The fight in the empty desert was over.
Like Rowan said, the fight was a nice after-dinner activity for him and Garp.
They had fun fighting.
After the fight ended, the crack in the sky closed again.
The group of four didn't leave right away. Instead, they chose to wait out the rain in the ruins.
After all, sand-sand fruit users don't like rainy days, and Granny Tsuru, who always likes to be clean, didn't want to go back wet.
Crocodile, smoking a cigar, asked Rowan.
"Is it okay?"
"What?"
"The core principle of your fighting style."
Crocodile smiled darkly, "Explaining the principle of your ability to your opponent is a bit unnecessary."
"What does it matter, little Crocodile?"
Rowan smiled slightly, "Fighting isn't a game of guessing each other's abilities. For example, now that you know, what can you do?"
"..."
Crocodile was speechless.
Indeed, even if he knew the basic principle of Rowan's sand-sand fruit use, he would still have to face endless sand soldiers and Rowan's shockingly accurate control during a fight.
Besides, the top strong people on this sea don't bother to hide their abilities.
Whitebeard, Sengoku, Garp, and many other pirate or Marine masters, everyone knows their abilities, but no one can shake their position!
As for using unknown fruit abilities to win surprises in battle?
Don't joke!
They wouldn't bother to do that, it goes against the pride of a strong person!
Whitebeard is like that, Sengoku is like that, Garp is like that...
Rowan is like that, Crocodile is also like that!
If their opponents want to, they will even patiently explain their abilities to them, and then completely defeat them bit by bit!
...
The rain in the desert came quickly and left quickly.
About ten minutes later, the sky cleared up.
The four walked on the wet sand, returning to Alubarna the way they came.
It was quiet around them, and only the sound of the wind and footsteps could be heard. None of them spoke, but were thinking about their own things.
Garp was thinking about going back to his room to eat some rice crackers as a midnight snack.
Oh no...
The bag of rice crackers was left on the warship!
Crocodile was thinking about Rowan's fight.
As another sand-sand fruit user, Crocodile thought the direction Rowan developed the fruit ability was worth learning from.
But after thinking carefully, he couldn't help but feel disappointed.
It was worth learning from, but not much.
As Rowan himself said, the way he developed the sand-sand fruit mainly revolved around his own conqueror's power.
Among the three types of power, conqueror's power is the most special.
It can't be learned through training, nor can it be inherited from birth. It can only be determined by one's destiny whether or not they have it.
Also, even if you can control conqueror's power freely, you can't strengthen it through training. It can only be strengthened through the user's own growth.
Besides, every conqueror's power user will have different "characteristics" in their conqueror's power due to their different destinies.
For example, "Red Hair" Shanks, who is active on the sea, is rumored to have conqueror's power that can cause real physical damage to his surroundings!
What about Ryan Rowan?
According to Crocodile's observation, Rowan's conqueror's power is very different from what he knows.
It's gentle, covers a very wide area, and lasts longer.
Ordinary conqueror's power can be released instantly, and without even making a move, it can use its own spirit to shock the enemies around it, even making them faint.
But Rowan, in his fight with Garp just now, had been releasing conqueror's power from beginning to end.
The power spread, turning the surroundings into Rowan's "territory."
Sand soldiers rose from the territory one after another, obeying Rowan's orders!
Constant-type conqueror's power - it seems fitting to describe Rowan's power like that.
In short, Rowan's moves are based on his unique conqueror's power.
But unfortunately, Crocodile has not yet awakened conqueror's power, so he has lost the basic requirement for imitating Rowan's fruit ability development.
He can create similar sand soldiers, but he can't control them like his own arms.
...
On the other side, Granny Tsuru was thinking about Rowan's last words:
"Alabasta's territory is really big, isn't it?"
This sentence seems ordinary, but if it is combined with the previous question, then this sentence is particularly piercing.
Granny Tsuru asked: "What was the range of your conqueror's power at its peak?"
Rowan's answer was: "Alabasta's territory is really big, isn't it?"
Granny Tsuru's face was still the same as usual, but her heart was slightly trembling.
Does this mean that the conqueror's power that Ryan Rowan burst out at his peak was enough to cover the entire Alabasta?
This is a super-large country with a land area of one million square kilometers!
If Rowan can really cover the entire Alabasta with conqueror's power, does that mean that Rowan can summon a sand army that can fill the entire country?
Granny Tsuru imagined such a scene, narrowed her eyes, and already had a judgment in her heart.
...
As for Ryan Rowan himself.
At this moment, he was thinking back to the details of his fight with Garp.
A strange feeling lingered in his heart.
Did he become weaker?
Yes, but also no...
Rowan was sure that he hadn't lost any power because of the eight hundred years of sleep.
Conqueror's power, sand soldiers, black gun...
These are also moves he is very familiar with.
The feeling he had when using these moves was no different from eight hundred years ago.
But through the fight with Garp, who only used "thirty percent" of his strength, Rowan also faintly realized that the power of his moves seemed to be less than it was eight hundred years ago.
Although the "feeling" of using the moves was the same, under the same strength, the "performance" was slightly weaker!
Why?
Is it related to his resurrection eight hundred years later?
Rowan couldn't figure this out.
He wrote this matter down, and would slowly investigate it later.
...
The group of four finally walked back to Alubarna.
It was late at night. The heavy rain had just passed, but Alubarna's night market was still bustling.
People came and went, showing the unique style and charm of this desert capital.
Garp bought a few bags of the rice crackers he had been thinking about, and also bought some local products for his subordinates.
Although the time was short, Garp visibly had fun.
Tsuru looked at Garp's back and sighed helplessly.
"Ah, men..."
...
Everyone returned to the palace, had some midnight snacks, and went back to their rooms to rest.
The next morning, Garp and Tsuru greeted King Cobra and prepared to leave.
Cobra was a little surprised.
"Mr. Garp, Ms. Tsuru, won't you stay a few more days?"
Garp laughed and said, "No, or Sengoku will complain to us again!"
Because it concerned the Fleet Admiral of the Marines, Cobra didn't know how to respond to this reason, so he could only laugh awkwardly and nod.
Tsuru, who was beside him, was quite helpless, and stepped forward to smooth things over, and said goodbye to Cobra.
Everyone parted ways at the gate of the palace.
...
On the way back to the port, Garp grinned and asked, "Tsuru-chan, how is it?"
Granny Tsuru said calmly:
"The rice crackers you bought me are the wrong flavor."
"Ahahaha, I'm really sorry, but that's not what I'm asking!"
Garp laughed and scratched his head, suddenly changed the topic, and put on a serious face, "How is that emperor from eight hundred years ago?"
He was asking Tsuru about her attitude toward Ryan Rowan.
Granny Tsuru smiled and thought for a moment, then slowly replied:
"The Celestial Dragons are probably going to search high and low for a peace treaty from eight hundred years ago..."
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