I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

"This is trouble."

Shanks' eyes narrowed. Even if there was no head-on confrontation, he could vaguely guess that he would definitely not be able to get a favor today. Attacking from both sides was really hateful.

But there is no way, who calls him the emperor of the sea?

With the name of the Four Emperors on his back, even if he was besieged and hostile, he would have no reason to explain, not to mention that he had found Malinfando himself.

Since he dared to step into the muddy waters of war, he should have been prepared to face any crisis.

Moreover, it is not that he has no chance of winning. In his opinion, the chance of winning is not small. After all, he is still young... No, to be precise, he should be at a perfect age dividing line. He will not be affected by his age. Although his physical strength has declined due to his age, he will not appear too green because he is too young and lacks experience.

Whether it was experience, body, or dominance, he was at the peak of his life, and the other party... well, he was an old man whose physical fitness was declining day by day, and a pretentious, even overly inflated guy.

He doesn't need to defeat him, what he has to do is to hold him back fiercely. Long-term entanglement can help him wear down the old dragon, whose body is already not what it used to be. It will also help him fish out the weaknesses that the rising star has hidden for a long time. This is the fact. , the longer it is delayed, the more detrimental it will be to the navy.

Not to mention how much high-end combat power the Red-Haired Pirates and Blackbeard Pirates are involved in, just looking at ordinary soldiers, how much combat power and morale can be left under the protracted war and destruction?

The corner of his mouth curled up, Shanks' face was still full of calmness, and there was nothing better than the master's demeanor.

"Lieutenant General Garp, I have put the future of the world on him. Wrong way? Impossible. He is a born pirate. He must be the future Pirate King."

Shanks spoke resolutely. He waved the long knife with his right hand and forced the Sith away. The light of the knife cut through the dark clouds. He turned around, touched the ground with the tip of the knife, and then raised it at the speed of sound. A set of movements flowed smoothly, as if it had been demonstrated thousands of times in a dream. generally.

Bang!

There was a crisp sound in the air, and the blade caught Garp's iron fist. Their eyes met, and Garp's eyes were bloodshot.

"That's my grandson. What a bullshit Pirate King. I just want him to live well. Being a pirate will not lead to a happy death. Even Roger, even Roger can only die alone. You are just someone who is different from him. What qualifications do you have to decide the future of this brat who is not related to you?"

He exerted force on his arms, and the rich armed domineering energy spread from his fists to his forearms. He did not have the habit of spreading domineering energy all over his body, and there was no need. Every ray of domineering energy on his body could be wielded by him like an arm, even if there was only one A forearm, no, even a finger, could easily break through Vergo's fully armed defense.

Between the fist blades, circles of white air waves expanded and exploded in mid-air, leaving vague afterimages.

Click!

The granite at Shanks' feet let out an unbearable scream, and instantly shattered into pieces. The huge force overturned the ground together. He took two steps back, and Shanks' expression froze on his face.

He had underestimated Garp's strength. Even if he was old and frail, could he still unleash such a powerful force?

With one step under his feet, Garp had no intention of giving Shanks a chance to breathe. No matter how strong or glorious he is, don't underestimate a veteran of many battles.

The cloak behind him was raised, and Garp was moving very fast. It was the iron fist of justice that had been charged for a long time, from bottom to top, heading straight for Shanks' chin.

Sweat flowed from Shanks' forehead involuntarily, and he stepped on a cyclone under his feet. He raised the long knife horizontally and blocked it in front of his chest. There was another violent sound that was comparable to the collision of metal.

The extremely powerful overlord-colored domineering energy spread out, the electric light flashed, and the end of the black mist was filled with red, expanding, and then pressing towards Garp from the sky.

boom! boom! boom!

The figures in the sky were scattered, which were the afterimages left after Shanks and Garp's crazy fight and collision.

The darkness pulled his body, and Sith escaped into the gap between the shadows. His eyes were fixed on the two figures who were fighting rapidly in front of him. His face was a little stiff, and he couldn't help but twitch his eyelids, and let out a sigh in his heart.

"Are all the old men in this world so strong?"

Garp, Sengoku, and Whitebeard are all figures from the same era. Judging by their age, they are a group of outright old men. Compared with ordinary people of the same age, their energy is too much.

Although he is the strongest in the world, Whitebeard seems to be relatively normal. Although he is still good at fighting, his body is not as good as before, his heart disease is getting worse, and old injuries will break out from time to time.

Compared to him, Garp and Buddha are completely abnormal. At the same or even older age, they overeat and eat donuts and senbei as meals. Over the years, not only have they not I've heard of old injuries they suffered from, and I've never even heard of diabetes. It still hurts the same when they hit someone.

In recent years, the deterrence power has gradually been reduced to the second line under the light of the three generals, not because their strength has really declined to the point where they cannot fight, but because they don't need to worry about the affairs of the younger generation.

The Sith had every reason to suspect that if he were twenty years younger, Garp could have beaten Shanks to the point of calling him daddy by himself.

The shadow twisted around Shanks like a sea snake, followed closely by his body. The shadow twisted, and a human figure appeared in mid-air. With a crash, the long knife fell, and its target was Shanks' neck.

"Emperor, I wonder if you, with one hand, can block the attack of two people?"

Shanks' expression was extremely gloomy, and his body twisted into an extremely weird arc in mid-air. He turned away from Garp and stepped on the Sith's knife.

Even though his strength was at the peak of his life, it was still too much to deal with two people at the same time.

Using the force of the knife, he flipped in the air. Shanks miraculously dodged the attack, grazing the tip of his nose. He could even feel the sharpness on the tip of the knife.

Vaguely, he began to miss his left arm.

The Western sword in his hand danced, and Shanks instantly engaged in a fight with the Sith's sword.

Clang!

Lightning burst out, and the two of them brushed against each other, exchanged directions, and separated. Between the lightning and flint, the continuous offensive dissipated. Whether it was Shanks or Sith, they all temporarily gained a little breather.

On the one hand, it is the pressure of facing two masters at the same time, and on the other hand, it is the fatigue and old injuries after a long battle. Calculating it this way, it seems that Garp is the one in the best condition among them, even though he is so old.

"It seems that I was a little careless, but who are you? It is impossible for a man like you to remain unknown in the Navy for so many years."

Shanks raised his eyebrows, and the cold wind around him lifted his hair. When he was not playing tricks, he really looked like that. With the wounds on his face, after all, he was better than Blackbeard. Manliness.

"Me? Who knows? It's normal for a country boy from a small place that you haven't heard my name. Just like Teach, he is much better than the average captain. Do you think his reputation is comparable to Bista? Them?" The Sith frowned and replied to Shanks nonchalantly.

Although he is an orphan, in terms of his background, he is definitely a decent kid. Who wants him to be a child raised by Victor?

His eyes wandered over the Sith and Shanks. Garp still clenched his fists and vented, which finally made him calm down a little. If he thought about it seriously, it seemed that Sengoku had also talked to him about the origin of the Sith.

Although he is sometimes heartless, it does not mean that he is stupid, or it is more accurate to describe him as wise and foolish, with a tense look on his face.

Now that they have stepped into the high-level view, it is basically impossible to avoid being investigated at all. Whether it is the Judicial Island or the Navy, they have all investigated the Sith in private.

He is ruthless, gloomy, and very popular with women. Ever since he was a child, his whole person has been like a ball of darkness. His limits and boundaries cannot be seen at a glance. No matter what crisis he encounters, he always has enough energy to squeeze out.

This is a man who is extremely good at hiding. To a certain extent, he is the same creature as Blackbeard.

The danger is that if one day this man really takes power, he will either bring the navy to a new peak, or it will fall into the abyss in endless war or flames.

But what does that have to do with him?

When people are alive and have done their best to do their part, how can they care about what will happen decades later?

Just like more than twenty years ago, he vowed to take over the custody of Ace from Roger. After so many years, hasn't he been able to take good care of him?

Shaking his head, he felt a sharp pain in his heart.

The three were confronting each other, and the surrounding navy and pirates did not dare to get any closer. Feeling the awe-inspiring aura, they all half-consciously walked away. That was not a world they could interfere with.

In the square, the navy's offensive has begun to show its fatigue. In any case, they have fought from the Whitebeard Pirates, Blackbeard Pirates, and then the Red-haired Pirates until now, but they have the numerical advantage. The victory or defeat cannot be seen at the moment.

With the withdrawal of the Shichibukai, the navy exerted almost all its combat power.

The three generals came out together, and even the marshal and Garp, who had not taken action for a long time, stepped onto the battlefield.

Blackbeard vs. Kizaru, Akainu vs. Ben Beckman, Aokiji vs. Marco, Buddha's Warring States Period, both sides tried their best. The outcome of the battlefield is in the hands of these few people. Who can defeat first? Whoever is the leader of the opponent will win the final victory.

But looking at it now, Marco may be the first to leave. He has been fighting a war from beginning to end. Whether it is physical strength or other aspects, he can be said to be at the lowest point of the whole day. He struggled a lot in the first half. Qing Pheasant, his situation is not good, and it even takes several captains to join forces to fight Qing Pheasant back and forth. After all, if he doesn't use his full strength at this time, then Qing Pheasant is not worthy of being a general. .

With no time to pay attention to anything else, Shanks shook his head, his gaze staying on Sith without straying away for a moment.

"It's different. You and Teach are fundamentally different. Although he is equally good at hiding, no matter what, he is still a pirate who has been active in the new world. The pond cannot raise dragons. He has always been hiding in the great world. It is impossible for Li to develop such a powerful force without any warning during the first half of the route. What are you hiding? What conspiracy do you have?"

Before Blackbeard attacked Ace, Shanks was also afraid of him, but even so, he never put Teach on the same level as him. He was the Four Emperors of the New World, and Teach was Qi is just a minion under Whitebeard.

But it turns out that even he sometimes makes mistakes.

The guy who had always hidden himself in the shadow of Whitebeard finally made big news. Not only did he defect from the Whitebeard Pirates, but he also ignited the powder keg with one hand, triggering a war and pushing the world into chaos. into a state that he could not predict at all.

This feeling is really too bad, or in other words, the conspirators who are used to hiding in the dark are really too dangerous.

This guy named Wilson Sith is very similar to Blackbeard. They are like two sides of a mirror, they are exactly carved out of the same mold.

It was too dangerous. It was too dangerous for such dangerous people to be left outside. He must know what they were thinking.

"Conspiracy? Against whom? Against you?"

While Sith was wary of his surroundings, he took out a cigarette and candy from his arms and put it in his mouth. His eyes kept wandering over Shanks. He was looking for this man's flaws. Words were just a tool.

He hit his head with his right hand.

"Don't, don't, don't think of me as too smart. I can't do things like conspiracy. Until now, I just act casually. This world is too crazy and twisted. , I tried to change, and if I wanted to do something, I just followed my feelings. After all, pirates and murderers will always be killed, right?"

His voice paused, his smile turned extremely weird in an instant, and his eyes were as gloomy as an ancient well that could not be seen beyond the horizon.

"You know, even I am ready to die on the battlefield."

"He really doesn't tell the truth and is a difficult guy to deal with."

He didn't believe a word Sith said.

Retracting his preamble, he no longer believed that he could easily defeat the two of them by delaying time. They were both thousand-year-old foxes, and they would not reveal their weaknesses unless absolutely necessary.

"It's hard to deal with."

Frowning his brow, he subconsciously reached out to scratch his face. At this moment, Garp disappeared from the spot.

He sensed the opportunity, and felt a little confused in his heart. What, after not taking action for a long time, in the eyes of others, has his threat dropped to this level? Can't even compare to the newcomer Sith?

Shaking his head slightly, he originally didn't want to pay attention to such things, but today was different. This was not an ordinary day. A low voice sounded in Shanks' ears, and he was rarely serious.

"Red-haired brat, are you really okay with looking down on me like this?"