Chapter 1538 On top of the war (15)

It can be said that Powell is in a critical stage of moving towards becoming a quasi-general.

Not far from Powell, Foster was like a mobile artillery.

I saw him continuously releasing air cannons from between his palms. During the rapid firing process, these air cannons made extremely sharp and piercing sounds due to the extreme compression of the air.

However, don't underestimate this seemingly noisy attack method, because the power it contains is truly amazing.

Foster is a user of the parahuman Repulsion Fruit. In the process of developing his own abilities, he drew full lessons from the famous "tyrant" Bartholomew Kuma among the Seven Warlords of the Sea.

Through intensive research and study, Foster has successfully developed a number of unique and powerful abilities.

However, to date, Foster's research and development on repellent fruit has been limited to practical applications.

Although he has made many efforts and attempts, he has never been able to break through to the conceptual level.

For example, Foster didn't know how many times he had experimented with conceptual-level methods such as rejecting pain, but each time ended in failure.

Faced with such a dilemma, Foster couldn't help but begin to wonder, is it only possible to achieve this conceptual level of application after the fruit awakens?

This question has been lingering in his mind and cannot be shaken off.

So, an idea involuntarily emerged in Foster's mind - to ask the Tyrant Bartholomew Bear for advice and learn about his accumulated experience and insights in the development of the Meat-Ball Fruit.

But Foster soon realized that it was not polite to ask others about the secrets of their own abilities so rashly.

Just as Foster was struggling with his inner struggle, the sailors around him who had already been angered by him could no longer suppress their anger and shouted: "Damn it, we must not let him be so arrogant anymore, open fire!"

Among all the brothers and sisters, besides Rachel, Foster was the one who made the most noise.

In an instant, all kinds of attacks came like a tide, sweeping towards Foster.

Surprisingly, despite being in such a dangerous situation, Foster did not show any panic on his face.

On the contrary, he actually stopped the repulsive force he was exerting on his hands, as if he was confident and ready to face the upcoming violent attack like a storm.

Just as the dense, torrential rain of bullets was about to mercilessly fall on Foster, he calmly stretched out his right index finger and gently pointed at the void in front of him.

In an instant, it was as if the whole world had been paused, and the hail of bullets whizzing around him seemed to have stopped in time and all stopped around Foster.

\"Bounce!\"

With Foster's shout, the bullets and shells that were originally quietly floating in the air suddenly seemed to be given new life. They bounced back in an instant along the same trajectory at lightning speed.

Its speed is no less than when it was first shot.

The surrounding naval soldiers widened their eyes and looked at the incredible scene in horror.

They could never have imagined that the deadly weapon they had just shot out with their own hands would turn around and attack them back at such a rapid speed.

In a flash, there was a crackling sound, and the rebounding bullets and shells poured down like raindrops, instantly submerging the surrounding naval soldiers.

For a moment, "Ah~!"

\"BOOM BOOM BOOM!\"

Screams, wails and the huge roars caused by exploding shells were intertwined, one after another, and never stopped.

In just a blink of an eye, nearly a hundred sailors who had surrounded Foster were instantly killed in this sudden disaster.

The scene was in a mess, blood dyed the ground red, and thick smoke filled the air.

However, Foster resolved the crisis with ease, as if he were strolling in the garden.

His amazing performance naturally attracted the attention of the navy's top brass.

A lieutenant general in a neat military uniform was so angry that his eyes widened and his eyes were about to burst after seeing the horrific corpses all over the ground.

He was furious and roared: "Damn it!"

Then he took big steps without hesitation and ran straight towards Foster.

At this time, Foster stood firmly in place, his eyes behind glasses fixed on Bartholomew Bear, who was standing still like a sculpture in the distance.

This terrifying tyrant, Bartholomew the Bear, seemed to be completely immersed in his own world, unaware of everything around him.

He just stood quietly on the podium that symbolized the glory and power of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, his eyes empty and lifeless, as if he had lost his soul.

At this moment, Foster keenly noticed a slight noise coming from behind him.

He turned around slowly and saw an aggressive general holding a sharp sword high up, chopping down at him with the force of thunder.

However, in the face of such a dangerous attack, Foster appeared unusually calm and composed.

I only heard him utter two words softly: "Rejection!"

At the same time, he quickly raised a finger and slightly raised it upwards.

In an instant, a mysterious force suddenly erupted.

In a flash, the long sword that was about to hit Foster with great force was suddenly grasped by an invisible hand and stopped only a few centimeters away from Foster's fingers.

No matter how hard the lieutenant general waved his arms and used all his strength to try to make the long sword continue to fall, it remained motionless, as if it was subject to an indestructible restriction.

Not only that, a powerful reaction force was continuously transmitted along the long sword to the lieutenant general's hand.

This force was like a surging torrent, madly impacting his body, causing the veins on his forehead to bulge out and his face to become distorted and hideous due to extreme pain and exertion.

Foster, on the other hand, took a small step forward calmly.

Then, a jaw-dropping scene happened: as Foster moved, the vice admiral holding a long knife involuntarily slid backward rapidly.

Although he tried his best to steady himself and attack again, all his efforts were in vain.