Chapter 1150 Big Melee

"Everyone!" Marco's heart tightened when he saw this, and he shouted loudly with a pale face.

All I heard was a crisp "click" sound, which was the sound of a bullet being loaded. It was like a prelude to the coming of death, which made people shudder.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Beckman below, holding his powerful rifle steadily with a cigar dangling from his lips leisurely. There was no expression on his face except for his pair of cold eyes staring straight up.

"Calm down, Marco." Beckman's voice was as calm as a cold pond in winter, without a single ripple. However, this seemingly simple sentence made Marco frown instantly, and veins popped out on his forehead.

At this moment, there was a deafening roar: "Fire Fist!!!" Then, a long dragon of blazing fire roared out and pounced on Beckman with the force of thunder. The dragon bared its fangs and claws, as if it wanted to burn the whole world to ashes.

In the blink of an eye, the dragon of flames completely engulfed Beckman, and then exploded not far away. In an instant, flames shot up into the sky, thick smoke billowed, and the surrounding air was distorted by the terrifying high temperature. The hard ground was even more vulnerable, and it directly cracked under the scorching flames, and deep cracks appeared, like a hideous giant mouth opened by the earth.

Marco turned around and saw Ace behind him running towards him like a raging wrathful wind. At this moment, Ace's right fist was still in the elemental state, but the blazing flames on it were gradually dissipating.

"Ace!" Marco yelled.

Ace rushed to Marco's side, stopped, and asked with a troubled look on his face: "What happened? Why did Shanks's people attack us for no reason?"

"I don't know the specific reason, but my father once mentioned that the red-haired man seems to be related to the Celestial Dragons!" These words were like a thunder, exploding in everyone's ears.

"What?!" Ace exclaimed in disbelief, his eyes widened, his mouth slightly open, and his facial expression seemed a little distorted due to extreme shock.

Others nearby also exclaimed in the same way: "Celestial Dragons?!" For a moment, the entire scene fell into dead silence, with only people's heavy breathing and heartbeats clearly audible.

On the other side of the battlefield, Shanks walked towards Fegaland with steady steps.

His tall figure was like a mountain, exuding a frightening aura.

When the two finally stood face to face, they just stared at each other silently, and no one spoke.

Time seemed to freeze. After a long time, Shanks broke the silence and said in a voice as cold as polar ice: "End this meaningless battle immediately, and take those guys from the World Government away from this island immediately!"

Hearing this, Feigaland was about to open his mouth to respond, but suddenly he started coughing violently, and then suddenly spit out a large mouthful of blood.

His face turned as pale as paper in an instant, and his originally powerful aura suddenly weakened, like a candle in the wind that could go out at any time.

At this moment, a figure flashed beside Feigaland like a ghost.

He first glared at Shanks fiercely, with anger and hostility flashing in his eyes, and then quickly took out a bottle of first aid medicine from his arms and stuffed it into Fegaland's mouth without hesitation.

Not long after Feigaland swallowed the medicine, his breathing began to gradually stabilize, and his originally rapid breathing slowly returned to normal.

At the same time, the tiny wounds on his body healed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even the huge wound on his chest, which was so deep that the bone could be seen, stopped bleeding and began to slowly close and repair itself.

"Thank you, Pollis." Fegaland said with gratitude.