I agreed to win with Roger, but the guy I met was too young Chapter 058

The Oro Jackson sailed at full speed across the azure sea.

Suddenly, Buggy, who was on the crow’s nest, shouted:

“Captain! There’s a warship ahead—no, it’s the wreckage of a warship!”

Everyone heard him and looked into the distance. A shattered warship floated on the sea, its hull covered with fist marks and cracks.

In the center of the wreckage, a tall figure stood with arms crossed, his short golden hair especially striking in the sunlight, his eyes revealing a beast-like fighting spirit.

“That’s… Douglas Bullet!” Rhett narrowed his eyes, recognizing the person.

Shouldn’t Roger have picked him up? How did he find his way here?

The young Bullet stood on the wreckage, his gaze fixed on Roger, his voice low and full of provocation: “Roger…? Come fight me!”

Roger dug his ear and grinned: “Kuhahaha! This young man’s got a lot of fire!”

However, before Roger could respond, Rhett had already stepped on a blood mist and leaped into the air, looking down at Bullet with a playful smile:

“Hey, you wanna challenge our captain?”

Hehe, I can ship the Ba-Ba (Jie-Ba) CP too.

Bullet frowned and said coldly, “Who are you? I’m not interested in wasting time on small fries.”

Rhett, hearing this, didn’t get angry; instead, his smile grew even wider.

The three youngsters looked at the smiling Rhett, feeling a chill down their spines. They knew this meant—Brother Rhett was angry.

The blood mist condensed into a scarlet throne beneath his feet. He leaned back lazily, propping his chin with one hand:

“Small fries? Interesting… How about this, then?”

Before his words faded, the blood mist permeated, and the next second, Bullet felt a sharp pain in his abdomen—

“Bang!”

Bullet was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into the ruins of the warship wreckage. He flipped over violently, his pupils constricted, staring intently at the motionless Rhett.

“Now, are you interested?” Rhett tilted his head, a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

Bullet wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a fanatical smile spreading across his face: “Very well… you’re strong!”

“Fusion: Colossal Soldier!”

In an instant, the surrounding warship wreckage writhed like living things. Metal, wood, and cannon barrels attached themselves to Bullet. In the blink of an eye, a towering steel giant dozens of meters high rose, its crimson eyes locking onto Rhett, and it punched down!

“Boom—!!!”

The punch stirred up huge waves on the sea, and the Oro Jackson shook violently.

Shanks and Buggy picked their noses nonchalantly, as if to say, Don’t you know what it means to be a powerful second generation?

“How many hits do you think this tin can will last against Brother Rhett?!”

“Damn it, Brother Rhett’s fighting style is so cool, I really want to learn it.” Buggy bit his handkerchief, staring enviously at Rhett sitting high in the sky.

When the smoke cleared, Rhett was still sitting in the same spot, not even a corner of his clothes disturbed. He looked up at the steel giant and sighed:

“Flashy… but is it useful?”

“Mist Erosion: Life Stripping.”

The scarlet mist instantly spread, completely enveloping the steel giant.

Bullet suddenly felt a wave of weakness. The metals that had fused with him began to decay and peel away, as if their life force was being forcibly drained!

“What?!” He stared in shock at his own hands; his once indestructible fusion form was collapsing.

Rhett watched quietly as the giant’s parts fell, and softly said, “Sigh, can’t you give me some excitement?”

“Bang!”

The blood mist condensed into another punch, and Bullet was sent flying again, crashing heavily into the sea. Rhett was in a rather awkward position now; fighting future Yonko other than Kaido was a bit difficult, but he could easily defeat ordinary general-level opponents.

There’s a power gap now.

Moments later, he struggled to climb onto the deck wreckage, his eyes no longer holding their initial arrogance, replaced by a complex emotion—unwillingness, shock, and… excitement.

“What’s… your name?” Bullet asked, panting.

Rhett dispelled the blood mist and lazily dug his ear: “Rhett.”

The crew of the Roger Pirates laughed at this scene. Rayleigh teased Rhett, who was still in the air: “You’ve gotten yourself into trouble again.”

How did I snatch Roger’s CP, and how did this crazy little fanboy become mine? I just got annoyed that Bullet called me a small fry and wanted to punch him.

Roger stood before him, grinning widely, and reached out to pat his shoulder: “Kuhahaha! How about it, kid? Wanna join us?”

Bullet suddenly looked up, blood still on his lips, but he sneered: “Join you? Heh… Unless you can beat me!”

“Get ready, I’m making my move.”

No sooner had he spoken than he burst forward, his Armament Haki-clad fist striking directly at Roger’s face!

“Bang—!”

Roger easily dodged by tilting his head and countered with a karate chop to Bullet’s nape. Bullet went flying again.

“Young man, don’t be so hot-headed!” Roger scratched his head, looking helpless.

Bullet struggled to his feet, his fighting spirit even stronger: “Again!”

However, as soon as he struck a fighting pose, a scarlet mist suddenly spread beneath his feet.

“Hey, hey, did you forget who just beat you up?”

Rhett’s lazy voice came from behind him. Bullet sharply turned around. Rhett was already back on the Oro Jackson’s deck, tossing an apple in his hand, his eyes playful.

Bullet’s pupils constricted, but he quickly grinned: “Perfect! That fight isn’t over yet!”

“Fusion: Super Colossal Soldier!”

What kind of super-macho little sprout is this?

He slammed his fist onto the deck. The ship’s wood and metal instantly attached to him. In the blink of an eye, a colossal figure rose, its crimson eyes looking down at Rhett.

My goodness, why are they evolving into this tall and big form now? There’s a theorem in One Piece: if you rely on strange tricks, you lose seven points of strength.

Shiki could fight Roger to that extent, but what happened when he got old? He went to play with pets. Bullet also went to research Gundams. Didn’t they all get wiped out by the protagonist’s crew?

If they had continued to refine their Armament Haki, physical combat, and Devil Fruit abilities, they might not have lost.

The crew of the Oro Jackson retreated in unison. Shanks and Buggy hugged each other, shouting, “The ship’s going to fall apart!!!”

Rhett sighed, took a bite of his apple, and mumbled, “They just never learn…”

He pulled out his Black Tide Greatsword.

“Mist God Style – Ghost Strike!”

A flash of sword light passed, and Bullet’s giant was split in half from the middle. Parts began to fall from the giant’s body.

“What?!” He stared in shock at his own hands.

Rhett’s figure appeared before him like a ghost, kicking him in the chest:

“Get down there!”

“Boom—!”

Bullet flew out again, crashing heavily into the wreckage, splashing a huge amount of water.

Rhett’s mood improved. This was the kind of person Rhett should be fighting.

Who in their right mind goes out to sea and immediately fights two Yonko and a Pirate King? It’s perfectly normal not to be able to beat them; I’m still growing.

Look at little Bullet, tsk tsk tsk, little Bullet is so weak.

A few seconds later, he crawled out, disheveled, but his eyes were more fervent than before.

Roger squatted by the ship’s rail, smiling as he asked, “Are you willing to come aboard now?”

Bullet gritted his teeth, but finally, he took a deep breath and grabbed Roger’s outstretched hand, using the momentum to leap onto the deck.

“Hmph! Following you for now is fine… but one day, I’ll defeat Rhett!”

Rhett walked over, casually tossing the apple core into the sea, and patted Bullet’s shoulder: “Alright, I’ll be waiting.”

Bullet glared at him but didn’t make another move.

Bullet stared intently at Rhett: “I’ll say this now: if I defeat you, I’ll leave the ship without hesitation.”

Roger, however, laughed heartily: “Kuhahaha! That’s what makes it interesting! Welcome aboard, Bullet!”

And so, the Oro Jackson gained another rebellious new member.

In the distance, on the horizon, the setting sun painted the sky red, as if foreshadowing that the future voyages would be even more lively.