Chapter 1543 Adding chaos

"I can give it to you." Kuro crossed his arms, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, staring at Ryan, his tone full of unquestionable seriousness, "But is there anyone under your command worthy of this fruit?" He knew very well that this ice fruit contained enormous power and could not be handed over casually. Once wasted, it would be a loss for the entire pirate group.

When Ryan heard this, his originally excited expression instantly became serious. He lowered his head slightly and began to think carefully about the situation of his subordinates in his mind.

After a few minutes, he slowly raised his head, shook his head helplessly, and said: "No, most of my men are guys with well-developed limbs, and the natural type is not suitable for them." He knew in his heart that the natural type devil fruit required the user to have a certain degree of wisdom and control, and most of his men were only good at charging into battle, and it was difficult for them to control this mysterious frozen fruit.

"Then there's nothing I can do. I can't give you this fruit." Kuro said directly, his tone decisive and firm, leaving no room for negotiation.

Ryan nodded regretfully, a hint of loss in his eyes, but he also understood Kuro's concerns and could not waste this precious fruit because of his own selfishness.

When the others saw that one of their competitors was gone, they immediately started to recommend themselves like sharks smelling blood.

"Captain, give it to me. I have men who can help me!" A thin but cunning pirate jumped out, waving his arms and shouting loudly.

"What the captain gave you is the ice fruit!" A pirate with a fat face next to him corrected dissatisfiedly.

"Yes, yes, give me the fruit." The skinny pirate quickly changed his words, with a flattering smile on his face.

"I'll give you shit. You don't have a single capable subordinate." The pirate with a face full of flesh curled his lips in disdain and sneered.

For a moment, everyone was arguing with each other, and the noise was getting louder and louder, as if it was going to overturn the entire island.

Kuro looked at the people arguing fiercely, his brows furrowed tightly, an expression of impatience on his face. He shouted loudly: "Shut up!" The voice was like thunder, instantly quieting down the quarreling people.

"Save this fruit for now. Those who want it can use their own strength to prove their worth later," Kuro said coldly, scanning the crowd with a gaze that seemed to penetrate their souls. "Whoever excels in the upcoming battles or missions, proving their ability to wield this fruit, will own it."

After saying that, Kuro no longer paid attention to the others and turned around to leave.

The King of Evil Government wanted to fight for it again. He just opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but when he saw Kuro's gloomy face and the oppressive atmosphere like before a storm, he swallowed the words back and didn't dare to make another sound.

Everyone looked at Kuro's departing back, each making their own calculations in their minds.

Some began to work hard secretly, wanting to improve their abilities and strive to stand out in future competition; others sighed, feeling that they had no chance of obtaining this powerful fruit.

And the mysterious frozen fruit was carefully collected by Kuro, as if it were a treasure waiting to be opened.

It lay there quietly, emitting a faint chill, as if waiting for the person who was truly qualified to own it to appear.

Everyone quieted down, and the originally noisy atmosphere was replaced by a tense silence. After a while, the sound of artillery bombardment came from afar, the sound rolling in like muffled thunder, breaking the brief peace.

Kuro's face darkened, a hint of alertness flashed in his eyes. He listened attentively and said, "Something seems wrong. Judging from the sound, there seems to be more than one warship." In this sea area, the appearance of multiple warships often means greater trouble.

Barrett was the one who had the most say. He was a burly fellow with a fierce aura. He frowned and said, "It's indeed unusual. We have to go and take a look."

Kuro made a prompt decision: "Okay." Before he finished speaking, he instantly transformed into a beast, his body expanded rapidly, his muscles bulged, golden scales covered his entire body, and at the same time, he created a large cloud of flames.

The flame cloud was like a burning cloud, emitting a scorching temperature. Kuro led everyone to fly towards the distant sea at an extremely fast speed, like a golden lightning streaking across the sky.

At this time, Xiliu was looking forward with a strange expression.

He held the Thunderbolt in his hand, and the blade flashed with cold light.

Seeing the people coming, I couldn't help but mutter: "These guys came at the right time."

Ahead, the leading warship stood out on the sea, its prow dangling like a dinosaur, like a giant ancient beast sailing the sea. Standing at the bow, Tisza, a thin man with a lively gaze, waved excitedly at Xiliu and shouted, "Hey, Brother Xiliu!"

Xiliu was not so excited. He frowned, an expression of impatience appeared on his face, and shouted loudly: "Get away, that ship is my prey!" As he said that, he pointed to the army warship not far away.

The army warship had been chased by Xiliu and was in a bit of a mess. Its hull was damaged in many places, but it was still fighting hard.

Seeing this, Tisza immediately showed an expression of understanding. He chuckled, turned around and ordered his men to open fire.

The four warships in the front row opened fire at the same time, their cannons spewing out angry flames, and the terrifying shells streaked across the sky like meteors, immediately hitting the side of the army warship.

The deck at the bow of the ship instantly caught fire, flames shot up into the sky, and thick smoke billowed.

The soldiers on the army ship were thrown into chaos. They shouted in fear and looked for firefighting tools. Some soldiers picked up buckets to scoop seawater to put out the fire, but the fire was too big to be controlled. Others picked up weapons and prepared to respond to possible attacks.

The warship lurched in the waves like a drunkard stumbling in the wind. Its once sturdy hull, battered by the combined force of fire and shells, was now riddled with holes. The major general sat on the deck, a bewildered expression on his face, his uniform stained with dust and blood, his former dignity long gone.

"They actually mobilized so many warships to deal with me!" The Army Major General widened his eyes, his eyes full of disbelief and anger. He slapped his chest hard, and the sound seemed to be squeezed out from deep in his chest. "It seems that they have already known that I am the most threatening guy in the entire army!" There was a hint of arrogance in his tone, as if the failure at this moment was only because the enemy was too afraid of him.

"I just regret that time is too short!" The Army Major General raised his head and looked at the sky, his eyes revealing endless regret. "If I were given another ten years, I would definitely be able to surpass the marshal and become a legendary powerhouse!" His voice gradually became excited, as if he was cheering himself up, and as if he was making a final struggle.

The soldiers around were in chaos, shouting and footsteps intertwined, like ants on a hot pot. The fire spread rapidly on the deck, and the hot flames licked the wooden boards, making a crackling sound.

"Put out the fire quickly, don't let the deck continue to burn!" A soldier shouted anxiously, his face full of fear, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead.

"No, we have no water!" another soldier responded helplessly, with a hint of despair in his voice.

As soon as the words fell, the soldier who spoke was immediately slapped in the face. The crisp sound was particularly harsh in the noisy environment.

"Captain?" The beaten soldier covered his face and looked at the army captain with a wronged look.

"We're at sea! You tell me there's no water?!" the army squad leader practically yelled, his eyes wide as bells, his facial muscles twisted with anger. "How stupid! How did a guy like that pass the enlistment exam?"

He cursed in his heart. If the situation wasn't critical, he would have pulled out his gun and shot the guy dead.

At this critical moment, any soldier's foolish behavior could lead the entire fleet into an irretrievable situation.

The soldier who had been struck reacted instantly, as if awakened from a nightmare. He frantically ran for a bucket, tied a rope to it, and threw it into the sea to draw water. The bucket swung in the seawater for a few moments before filling up. Working together, the soldiers heaved bucket after bucket of water onto the deck, desperately trying to throw it onto the flames burning on the warship. The blazing flames gradually waned under the impact of the water, and thick plumes of smoke rose.

Xiliu took advantage of this moment, exerting force with both feet, and rushed forward like a black lightning with the Moon Step. His figure drew a strange arc in the air and instantly appeared on the deck of the warship.