I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

Shanks' pupils shrank and his body turned quickly, with the long knife across his chest.

Clang!

The blades clashed, and the two looked at each other in the air.

"The fish will die, but the net will not break. You are too careless. This is not a place where you can come just as you please."

Holding the handle of the knife with both hands, Sith's eyes widened, and the veins on his arms bulged. As he increased his strength, the darkness around him suddenly separated like a rolling ocean current. The powerful force even pushed Shanks away. Got out.

Garp followed, as if he had discussed it with the Sith, and besieged Shanks one after another.

"you……"

Gritting his teeth, he was speechless. The two of them were attacking from a flank, and they actually attacked secretly. This was really shameless. Lieutenant General Garp clearly wasn't like this at the beginning. Who was it? Which bastard led this old man into evil?

The fist was fierce, and the iron-black fist collided with the long knife again.

There was a violent roar from the Western sword, and vibrations spread from the blade to his body. His right hand trembled, and he almost lost his grip on the handle.

What a powerful force, can these old timers really not underestimate it?

Unconsciously, he carried the honorific in his heart and his expression became more serious.

zizi...

There was the sound of burning fire in the air, black and red flames lingered, and a huge fire dragon soared into the sky, mixed with dry hot wind, and fiercely engulfed it from back to front.

"Scorching Shield - Oversteamed Killing Power!"

Shanks' expression changed.

This group of stupid brats who don't deserve a beating only know how to create big scenes all day long. Don't they know that this thing is very dangerous?

Shanks' lips were a little blue. Just as he was about to pull away, Garp's fist pushed him over. The frequency of attacks became more and more frequent, leaving him no time to pay attention.

There are only two choices, either to fight against the Sith's fire dragon, or to be punched alive by Garp.

My heart skipped a beat.

Only children make choices, adults choose no one.

The long knife was pressed against Garp's fist, and his body twisted into an extremely weird arc in mid-air. Rich domineering energy spread on his legs. With a kick in the air, a blade of light came out.

He is a true great swordsman. Even if he doesn't have a sword in his hand, his whole body can be regarded as the incarnation of the sword.

boom!

The sword light and the fire dragon intersect, just like the fiery red meteors suddenly flickering in the sky. The surrounding light becomes brighter and brighter. At first, it was just a small light spot, but in the blink of an eye, it turned into a dazzling light curtain. .

Under the beautiful scenery, there was a frightening fire storm, sparks flying, crushing all around, and instantly shattering the surroundings like a disaster.

The dazzling light obscured his vision, and suddenly, a cold ray of light shot out from the light belt.

"not good."

Shanks felt something in his heart, and this was the only thought left.

The body subconsciously wanted to hide back.

There was the sound of bees flapping their wings in the air, and it was a dark, steel-like fist.

Garp blocked his retreat, and the Sith's sword came towards him. Since he became the Yonko, when had he been forced to this point?

The muscles on his face twitched for a moment, then relaxed again, and he had made a decision in his heart.

He didn't care about his back, which was just increasing his pain. What he really needed was a pair of intact feet and an arm that could swing the knife forward.

Want to kill him, huh, he will never let the bastard in front of him get his wish, and he will never let him have an easy time.

He is the four emperors of the new world, not just a cat or a dog. Even the general cannot make him bow his head. Why should he? Is it because he just swallowed a little bit of the domineering energy from others?

He had to teach the Sith a lesson. The majesty of the emperor could not be challenged.

The light of the knife danced in his hand, and almost instantly, the Sith appeared in front and below Shanks. Flames wrapped around the blade, and the long knife slashed directly from bottom to top.

Stab it!

That was the sound of metal slicing through muscles. Shanks did not choose to draw his knife to block it, but his body was covered with a thick layer of domineering energy.

Blood gushed out of his body like a fountain, and there was a bone-deep wound on Shanks' body.

Gritting his teeth, he glanced back with his peripheral vision.

There is still time, just in this gap.

There was foamy blood between his lips, his mouth was open, and his teeth were even bloodshot.

"Is it over? Now that it's over, it's up to me. Don't underestimate the power of the New World Pirates!"

With a roar, he pressed towards the Sith with overwhelming domineering power. His muscles trembled, and the ferocious hell dragon seemed to be targeted by a more ferocious beast. The adrenaline in his body surged, and he almost died. The mind is lost.

In the sky, the originally crowded black mist was released and turned into a fiery red bright band. Not only the Sith, but also the people in the entire battlefield were stunned, looking sideways and trembling all over. .

Such a powerful overlord color is not something that a dabbler like Straw Hat can compare to. Even the Sith who extracted a lot of domineering energy from Whitebeard are far from being able to compare with him in terms of overlord color.

At this moment of trembling, Shanks had a ferocious face and slashed towards Sith's chest with a backhand knife.

Isn't it just trading injury for injury?

Before he became famous, who was not an expert?

The scales shattered, and the blade almost cut off half of Sith's body.

Tentacles stretched out from the darkness behind him, grabbed Sith, and suddenly retreated backwards. The slender threads penetrated the skin, punctured the blood vessels, and with a pull, his body was closed again.

"You want to cut off my hand? How can it be that easy?"

No matter how unsatisfactory he is, he is still a puppet master. As long as they are willing, they themselves are the best puppets.

Modification, and even mechanization, are just basic operations, and talent is the core.

"That guy..."

Panting heavily, before the red-haired man could make any next move, a forged iron-like fist struck his back.

Click!

It was the sound of bones breaking, blood sandwiching the fragments of internal organs. With a pop, blood rained on the sky, and the whole person was smashed into the ground.

"captain!"

Ben Beckman roared, his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, he turned the butt of his gun, shot Sakaski, and leaped out.

"Want to leave? Have you asked me?"

Raising his head, Sakaski's eyes were grim. The opportunity was too good. He seemed to have seen the navy dominating the world. How could he let Beckman destroy it all?

His body turned into lava, and the domineering bullets left a deep blood mark on his face. The lava spurted out, blocking Beckman's path.

With a sickly smile on his lips, Sith couldn't take his eyes away from Shanks for a moment, and the shadow pulled away and disappeared.

"It's finally here for me. That knife of yours really hurts!"