I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

For Blackbeard, the Shock Fruit is not only a powerful Devil Fruit, it is also the greatest manifestation of Whitebeard's legacy.

If the symbol of the emperor is the imperial seal, then the symbol of white beard is definitely the fruit of shock. If Edward Weibru stood in front of black beard at this time, he would definitely raise his middle finger in disdain.

The biological son of Father Whitebeard, is he worthy of an imbecile like you?

Seeing the imperial seal in his hand, no, did it shake the fruit? He is the ruler of Whitebeard's legacy, the man who has inherited everything from Whitebeard in the true sense.

If this is not a son, what is?

The admiration in his heart gave him a kind of magical confidence in the Zhenzhen Fruit, and he must hold the Zhenzhen Fruit in the palm of his hand.

Staring at the Sith, Blackbeard's eyes were filled with murderous intent. Everything else was OK, except for the Dark Fruit and the Shock Fruit.

New and old grudges add up to each other, and the two have completely turned into a point-of-death relationship.

"I won't let you take action against Dad's legacy, Wilson Sith."

Darkness surged like a tidal wave, and the Sith and Blackbeard were completely confronting each other with Whitebeard's body at the center, their eyes fierce. The new and old members of the Blackbeard Pirates surrounded the Sith in a circle.

After licking their lips, the prisoners who had just been released from the impel city did not understand Blackbeard's century-old plan at all. Compared with plundering Whitebeard's ability, they still felt that killing the Sith was more practical.

"I didn't expect you to take the initiative to stand in front of us...Hiccup, we heard...Hiccup, you are very good at planning, so did you...guess that you will die today? Wilson Sith."

The big wine barrel Bacchus Choate hung a red nose that was a little bigger than a sausage, burped a few wine burps, and drunkenly said to the Sith.

He is tall and has strong bones. When he stands, he is almost twice as tall as Blackbeard. However, there is no flesh on his body, as if he is wearing a wrinkled human skin. This Sith guy always likes to be in front of others. Inadvertently carry out a weight loss that goes deep into the soul.

There was a gleam in the half-closed eyes, and there were not just one or two people who wanted to make a hole in Sith's head to use as a wine flask, but the entire audience.

"whispering sound!"

Sith snorted disdainfully and glanced around.

"Are you mistaken? This is not the New World. This is the Marine Headquarters, Marine Fando. Who gave you the courage to say such a thing?"

He held the long knife tightly and felt confident. He didn't panic at all.

Suddenly, a cold wave surged in, and the surrounding temperature seemed to drop a few degrees.

kaka~

There was a crisp sound, like the sound of broken bricks, and the entire sea surface and the bay were once again covered with a layer of ice.

Kuzan took action. Although the target was not the Blackbeard Pirates, it still made them feel great pressure. They felt a little scared in their hearts. They felt that their harsh words were spoken too early. In terms of the number of people, who in Marineland could compare with them? Should I join the navy?

Everything was not over yet. Immediately afterwards, the earth seemed to begin to tremble, and strong magma rose into the sky.

"I said I won't let you escape, don't think you can survive, stupid boys!"

His face was covered with blood, and even Whitebeard couldn't take his life. Sakaski stood in front of the Whitebeard Pirates like an evil ghost crawling out of hell.

That temperature, that power, even the Blackbeard Pirates standing on the other side of the gap can feel it.

Good guys, are they the ones surrounded by emotions?

Sith raised an eyebrow.

"Are you just realizing it now? You're really slow."

The bright light of swords crowded in front of him, and Tiqi's face was dark and he was pointing.

He raised his hand and pointed in the direction of Sith, and ordered fiercely:

"Come together and help me stop him. His target is also Dad's Zhenzhen Fruit."

Tiqi's voice was so loud that even Sengoku's eyes widened for a moment.

He seemed a little confused about the development of this matter.

The target is the Zhenzhen Fruit?

Although it was a bit unbelievable, his pounding heart told him that this was definitely not a good thing.

Sensing Sengoku's look, Van Oka narrowed his eyes and pulled the trigger towards Sith.

boom!

Gunpowder burned in the barrel, gunpowder smoke swept up, and a gray-black bullet flew out from the muzzle, directly between Sith's eyebrows.

If it is simply dehydration, the impact on his combat power can be reduced to negligible. As long as bullets can still be fired from the muzzle, he will be full of combat power.

Van Oka's gunshot seemed to be a signal. With a whoosh, other pirates around him also jumped towards the Sith, followed closely by the navy in a larger encirclement.

"Die to me, Wilson Sith."

"Wake up, pirate."

The cry of killing filled the world again, which was particularly joyful, of course, if he was not standing at the center of the turmoil.

Sith pulled his left hand, and the darkness dragged him to avoid the bullet. He held the knife in his right hand and waved a sword light like a crescent moon. He had already seen Blackbeard getting closer and closer.

"Sword power - draw the sword and strike!"

Blackbeard's speed did not slow down, and he also held the thick darkness like a whirlpool in his right hand.

"I won't let you succeed, Dark Liberation!"

On one side of his body, he threw a large group of things that were once submerged in the darkness, and turned into flying debris in the sky under the cutting of the sword light.

The corner of his mouth curled up. This was the effect he wanted. The body that had become slender due to someone's forced degreasing slid on the ground, grazing the ice and touching the white beard's body.

The shadow pulled, and the Sith also accelerated their pursuit.

"Stay with me, Sith, I won't let you pass."

Lafitte had wings on his back, pulled out a slender sharp knife from his cane, and swooped over with a sharp white blade.

Sith glanced at him and accelerated furiously. A high wall made entirely of flames stood in front of him. He had no time to waste with other minions. At this moment, it was king versus king.

The blade of the knife in his hand turned, drawing a clear light in the air, and slashed it through Blackbeard's angry eyes.

"Just a little bit, you guy."

Gritting his teeth, Blackbeard suddenly turned sideways, his right hand turned completely black, and directly collided with the Sith's blade.

clang!

Jin Tie neighed, and their eyes met at close range.

It's a bit weird, after all, this is a party of three eyes.

Blackbeard looked ferocious, and Sith had a smile on his face. He felt happy when others were unhappy.

"You obviously still have many choices, why do you have to fight with me?" Blackbeard grabbed his face and asked the Sith loudly.

Sith grinned, his eyes full of mockery.

"Are you kidding? I'm not you. I don't have that weird ability to plunder other people's fruits."

Suddenly, he raised his voice.

"Everyone, do you want to know the secret of the Dark Fruit?"