3.5:
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Y/N and Mr. 3.5 stood in a wide-open street in the middle of the South-West Block in Alabasta's Capital Alubarna. They ignored the sounds coming from the battling Royal Army and Rebel Army and remained focused on each other.
"I suppose I should be thanking you," Mr. 3.5 commented, "It's because of you that I've become stronger."
"You're welcome," Y/N replied with a casual smile. "Now I'm guessing you plan to demonstrate this new strength against me."
"That's right," Mr. 3.5 agreed. "You see, the Bomb Bomb Fruit allows me to turn any part of my body into a bomb. But I've discovered that different kinds of bombs have different levels of strength. The bombs made from the outer parts of my body are weaker than the ones made from things inside it. That's why I use my fist or foot on low-level lackeys and soldiers but more powerful internal things like snot, saliva, and my breath against higher profile targets. The added benefit of using things like snot and saliva is that they're easily replaceable." Left unsaid was whether or not he used any other bodily fluids for bombs.
"But now you've found something even stronger," Y/N realized.
"My blood," Mr. 3.5 answered. "Thanks to you kicking me in the face back at Rain Dinners I used the resulting blood to create a bomb that's even more powerful than my Full Body Blast. You were lucky enough to be the guinea pig for that."
"Hate to break it to you," Y/N said, "But that blood bomb didn't keep me down for that long."
"That's because it was watered down by my saliva," Mr. 3.5 explained. "This time you won't be so lucky." The Bomb Man reached down and picked up one of Usopp's abandoned caltrops and used it to cut his hand. Chuck! Mr. 3.5 opened the bullet chamber of his triple-barreled shotgun and allowed his extremely potent explosive blood to drip inside. Once all three chambers were filled he snapped it closed and pointed the barrel at Y/N. "Once again, I'd like to thank you for leading me to his discovery. As a show of gratitude I'll use my new ability to eliminate you once and for all."
"Well that's nice of you," Y/N remarked but then a sly grin spread across his face, "Too bad it's not going to work."
"We'll see about that!" Mr. 3.5 snapped then pulled trigger. "BLOOD BULLET!" BANG! The blood red bullet fired out of the gun barrel at Y/N but the one-eyed pirate was already in motion. Y/N dropped down and slid right under the explosive bullet causing it to explode in the middle of the street behind where he'd been standing, KA-BOOOOOOOM!
SKISH! Y/N slid passed Mr. 3.5 and swung his leg around into the back of the bomb man's calves, "Quarterstaff SWEEP!" THWAK! Mr. 3.5's legs were knocked out from under him and fell to the ground. Y/N spun around and stood back up all in one motion then lashed out his leg and kicked Mr. 3.5 in the side. THWHAM! The agent went flying across the street and hit the side of a building then crashed down to the ground. FWUMP!
"As I said," Y/N stated as he cast a brief glance at the huge crater that Mr. 3.5's blood bullet had blown in the street, "'Too bad it won't work'. If you can't hit me, your fancy blood bombs won't work."
"Damn," Mr. 3.5 cursed as he pulled himself up and once again pointed his shotgun at Y/N. "Why don't you ever stay still during a fight?"
"I've found that staying in motion helps me stay alive," Y/N replied.
"That's something I've been ordered to rectify," Mr. 3.5 retorted before once again pulling the trigger on his shotgun. "BLOOD BULLET!" BANG!
"Speed Step!" Faster than Mr. 3.5 could blink Y/N sped out of the path of his blood bullet and dodged to the side. ZZZOOOOM! KA-BOOOOOOOM!
