"How does it feel slippery, does it feel like your skin is nice and smooth?" Yarrita hugged her right shoulder and smiled at the New Year's Day who tried to stand up, but slipped and kept falling, and couldn't stand up no matter how hard she tried.

In this world, everyone is full of friction, and it takes force to grasp things with your hands, and you need friction to put clothes on your body, and even to stand on the ground.

If the friction is reduced, it will be as if you are standing on the ice without wearing non-slip shoes.

On New Year's Day, when the whole body is smooth, the friction of the body becomes zero friction, as if all parts of the body are smeared with lubricating oil, and you can't get up on the ground full of oil.

"Idiot, do you think you can defeat me like this..."Seeing that Yarrita seemed to think that she was no longer a threat, she turned to leave, and said through gritted teeth on New Year's Day.

The next moment, on New Year's Day, countless spikes stretched out of his feet, and they were inserted into the ground hard, as if a tree was rooted, stabilizing his body, and the whole person shook and stood up from the ground.

"Huh?" When I just stood up on New Year's Day, I suddenly found that the slippery feeling on my body disappeared.

But soon, on New Year's Day, he came back to his senses and felt a gust of evil wind behind him.

But the reaction of the New Year's Day was still half a beat slower, and a huge baseball bat smashed on her head, and she flew out more than ten meters away.

"Who's the idiot?" Arlita grabbed the unconscious Mr.4's weapon in her left hand, the large baseball bat weighing several tons, and carried it on her shoulder, looking at the New Year's Day that had been smashed and fainted.

"It's not as good as my mace, but it's worth a decent weight." Arrita grabbed the big baseball bat, waved it casually, and commented in her mouth.

However, Arrita's movement touched the wound on her right shoulder, and she took a cool breath, and the corners of her mouth twitched.

The battle between Bucky and Arrita is over, and the fight between Creek and Mr. 1 is a sword and sword, and both of them are scarred, and their bodies are full of large and small wounds, both of which have turned into bloody people.

"Big Burst!" Crick grabbed the spear with both hands, raised it high above his head, and swung it down at Mr. 1 with the momentum of slashing at Huashan.

"Foaming Daisy Chop!" Mr.1 opens his hands and catches Crick's spear, a radioactive slash that stabs Crick's body.

'Boom! With a deafening roar, an explosion enveloped Mr. 1.

'Poof! Mr. 1's slash pierced Creek's body with several deep wounds that were visible to the bone.

"I won." Creek took a step back, grabbed the big battle gun and stuck it on the ground, stabilized his body, and watched the smoke of the explosion clear, lying on the ground, black, unconscious Mr. 1 said.

The three Cricks won and defeated the senior agents of the Baroque Workshop, and the three of them were able to wipe out all of them.

Although the state of the three Cricks is very miserable and embarrassed, the victory is also a victory, which means that they also have the power to have a place in the cruel and terrible great voyage.

"Boss!" As the battle ended, with Caesar's permission, the younger brothers in the fleet all ran off the ship and ran to the three.

"Ship doctor! Boat Doctor!! The younger brothers called the ship's medical team and hurriedly bandaged the three Cricks.

"You have done a good job, you have now seen a part of the Great Route, you don't need to be afraid of it, but don't underestimate it, the Great Voyage has countless secrets, and there are countless powerful people who hide it." Caesar and Golden Week walked down and spoke to the three Cricks.

"Yes, sir." The three Cricks answered.

"Can you help them speed up their recovery?" Caesar's asked Golden Week eating lollipops.

"Yes, Healing White!" Golden Zhou nodded, dyed the brush with white paint, and waved it at the Crick trio.

The next moment, I saw the three Cricks who were painted with white dye, and the wounds on their bodies recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and some relatively small wounds disappeared directly, growing pink new flesh and new skin.

"Captain, did you poach this little girl onto our ship?" Allia felt the tingling sensation from the wound on her shoulder, and looked at Golden Week, who ran to Mr. and Miss and painted healing whites on them.

Seeing that Caesar didn't speak, no one went to stop the agents of the Ballow Society from treating Golden Week.

"Yes and no." Caesar looked at the busy Golden Week, and he liked this simple little girl very much.

Golden Week was not so much an agent of the Baroque Workshop as an orphan adopted by the Baroque Workshop, which was her home, and it was impossible for her to leave the Baroque Workshop.

'Papapa...' But at this moment, a round of applause came into everyone's ears from far and near.

When everyone heard the sound, they saw a woman not far away, standing on top of a turtle dozens of meters large, this turtle walking through the desert, approaching the drop of Caesar and others.

"What man!?" The younger brothers all drew their weapons and looked at the big turtle and the woman on the turtle swimming over.

"Unexpectedly, the golden knife didn't make a move, just relying on his subordinates, he defeated all our senior agents, even Mr.1 lost, the weakest sea pirate in the East China Sea, actually has such strength, it seems that our intelligence needs to be updated...", the woman standing on the turtle, looked at everyone and said.

"Miss. All Sundays, Sister Vice President!" Golden Week looked at the woman and let out an exclamation.

"What! This woman is the vice president of the Barot Work Club!! Crick and the others looked at the woman, showing some surprised and solemn expressions, and Crick and the others subconsciously reached out and grabbed the weapon beside them.

"Don't move, flowers!" The woman raised her hands and crossed her hands over her chest.

The next moment, accompanied by cherry blossom petals, arms grew out of the three Cricks, and the arms used joints and grappling techniques to restrain the Crick three.

'Click...' Then the sound of bones grinding was heard, and Crick's hands were scrapped, his arms dislocated, and he hammered weakly to the ground.

However, Arrita's body became smooth in time, and the arms that grew out of her body slipped away as soon as they strangled Arria and couldn't grasp Arrita.

Arrita picked up a large baseball bat and rushed towards the woman on the turtle.

"It seems to be a troublesome Devil Fruit." Seeing the arms growing out of Yarrita's body, she couldn't grasp Yarrita, the woman said.

'Bang! But Arrita, who was in the middle of the charge, suddenly tightened her feet and fell to the ground.

“！！” Turning her head to look at her feet, she saw several arms growing on her calves, clutching the ground and things around her, making it difficult for her to move.