I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

With a twitch of the corner of his mouth, Shanks quickly drew his sword and turned back, his movements a little hasty. This angry old dragon was more difficult to deal with than he thought.

A huge force came from his chest, the blade trembled and the tiger's mouth went numb, but he almost didn't block it.

"This is serious business, Lieutenant General Garp."

Gritting his teeth, facing Garp who was getting serious, even if he was the Yonko and one of the top figures in the world, he couldn't help but feel a strong oppressive force.

He shook his head slightly, with a wry smile on his lips. He actually suspected that this man would be too old to be beaten. Now that he thought about it, he was really naive.

Unable to allow him to continue to suffer, Garp once again increased his strength. With this old body, ordinary people could not accurately estimate the limits of his strength. He raised his iron-black fist high and struck Shanks like a violent storm.

Although they were both living legends, Garp was different from Whitebeard. The older he got and the more senior he became, the fewer and fewer times he took action.

Whether he is a pirate or anything else, he is no longer the navy's first choice. Whether it is the various lieutenants all over the world, or the three navy generals who are in charge of the headquarters and the new world, each of them They are all helping him share the pressure from the outside world.

It's been a really long time, it's been a long time since he's had a life-and-death fight.

The news on the sea changes one after another. Every day, new people rise like meteors, fall, and are forgotten. The same is true for him. His legend is still circulated on the sea, but few people have seen him take it seriously. The appearance of taking action.

The old man in the past either died or retired, and the newcomer couldn't take action, so he naturally deserved to be forgotten. Over time, everyone only knew that there was a naval hero named Garp in the past, no Knowing that there is a Tyrannosaurus rex hidden under this old body.

"Everything else is fine. You shouldn't reach out to Luffy. I only have this grandson now."

The ground was shaken by his steps, and sand and stones flew under his feet. Garp swooped over and told him to move on the ground. He turned into a shadow and approached Shanks, hitting him with his fists repeatedly.

Filled with domineering power, he once flattened mountains with a pair of iron fists.

Shanks parted with his sword, forcefully twisted the center, and faced the fist shadow that was pressing down like a tsunami, he struck it with his sword.

boom!

Needle point to wheat awn, the two strong men met, and there was an explosion in the air. They desperately vented the powerful power in their bodies, and the domineering force that was rich enough to affect the space was crushed out in the form of a shock wave, creating a huge vacuum zone around them.

The body melted into the darkness, and Sith leaned over again like a shadow.

His figure was a bit unreal, almost like something that had fallen into reality. The slender sharp knife swung out from under his clothes, the clear light flickered, and his movements of swinging the knife were very tricky.

Shanks tried to retract his sword and fight back, but Garp immediately followed him head on.

With a fist in front and a knife on his side, Shanks gritted his teeth. He was a little confused, even tired of dealing with it.

Being surrounded by two people was really not a good experience.

Regarding this matter, Sith has a lot to say, but that is in the past tense, and now he is the one launching the siege.

The long knife cut across his chest, and the sad red blood was as bright and dazzling as splashed ink. At this time, he was like an elegant painter, using the long knife in his hand and Shanks' blood to create a unique painting.

Twisting his cheeks, Shanks forced Garp and Sith away as if washed out by blood, and retreated quickly.

He was really embarrassed. This was the first time he was injured today, even when he was confronting Kaido.

He was very strong, maybe it was a matter of vision. Anyway, the Sith had never seen another strong man as powerful and domineering as him.

But domineering is domineering, and no power is omnipotent. No matter how powerful his domineering power is, it cannot truly replace the missing arm.

That is his biggest weakness. It does not show up at ordinary times. It is just because the person who challenges him is not strong enough, or it is not time to truly fight for life and death.

Once he gets into a tough battle, his weakness will be maximized.

In the strong wind, his body seemed very light, like a fallen leaf, almost pushed back by the Sith's long knife.

The Sith are very good at assassination, or people who hide in the shadows are born assassins. That was his charged attack. The blade cut Shanks' shoulder and dragged it from the left shoulder to the right chest, but he was not very satisfied. , his knife only cut through Shanks' skin. If he wanted to injure him seriously, he was still far from it.

Shanks retreated like the wind, with blood flying in front of him, still a few centimeters away from a real fatal injury.

Holding the knife in his right hand, the long blade in his hand slashed horizontally in front of him. It was really incredible sword skills. Between the lightning and flint, the two long knives were placed together in the air. Using the sharp edge, they accelerated again. In the blink of an eye, Shanks was Free from the Sith's blade.

He would not give Sith another chance. How could he fall down twice in the same place if he was as sharp as he was.

At the same time, the sniper Jesus Bu who was guarding under the square pulled out the flintlock rifle that had been hidden in his waist, and three black blunt seastones instantly hit Sith's head.

The smoke covered his eyes, and he curled his lips with some disdain.

"Siege? This method is really cheap."

With his body floating in the air, Sis turned his head and glanced sideways at him, his eyes cold, and the long knife in his hand waved like a rain curtain, stabbing twice and cutting the bullet in half.

Jesus Bu didn't expect to be able to hit the target with one blow, but the opponent was so relaxed and comfortable that he couldn't help but feel a little unhappy and raised the barrel of the gun high.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

Another series of bullets came. Like Van Oka, he is the top sniper in the world. To some extent, he is stronger than Van Oka. People who have experienced the baptism of the new world are not The pirates in the first half of the Grand Line can compare.

The bullets scattered into seven stars in the air, blocking the Sith's retreat from seven directions. No matter what, he had to help the captain stop someone.

Sith's eyes pointed coldly, and there was darkness wrapped around his left hand. With a slight pull, his whole body hid in the gap between the shadows. It seemed that he was faster than a bullet.

The body moved sideways downwards, and the domineering force firmly locked on the projectiles and Jesus cloth in the air. He didn't like this man very much.

Although he is carefree and even fantasizes about one day being able to raise fish in an enclosure, he cannot do it anyway if he is asked to abandon his wife and children. Once a man gets married, it is equivalent to being covered with shackles. I asked to wear it. When I am in a good mood, I hang it around my neck. When I feel wild, I want to throw it away. Are you kidding me?

To pursue that kind of absolute freedom, what did you do before getting married?