I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

clang!

The metal roared violently, and the two steel knives collided fiercely. The air exploded, and extremely powerful forces pressed each other in the air. In an instant, the pirate ship under their feet was shaken to pieces.

A dazzling bright light flashed, and lightning scattered from the blade, making the person unable to open his eyes.

Whether it is Sith or Edward Waybru, both are absolutely powerful players. They can kill ordinary strong people just by relying on their physical fitness. When they suddenly explode, their power is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

The pressure dissipated, and the two men wrestled on the spot. The storm of energy spread to a small area of ​​​​the sea in an instant. The seawater within a hundred meters radius rose into the sky under the collision, as if several tons of high explosives were buried. The entire space They were all shocked.

The deck was peeled off, and the wreckage and pirates were swept into the air, leaving a mess as far as the eye could see.

"Wilson Sis, if you dare to bully my mother, I want you to die!"

Edward Weibru's eyes widened with anger, bloodshot eyes covered his irises, and murderous intent filled the air. The strength in his hands increased by two points, the muscles in his arms swelled, and the blood vessels were like green snakes surging up and down. The long knife separated and came out from the top. It slashed straight down, its momentum was brilliant and unstoppable.

In terms of strength alone, Whitebeard II is indeed worthy of the name Whitebeard. Even the Sith felt very troublesome for a while.

The Sith are people who have experienced the war on the top, and even Whitebeard himself has fought one-on-one with him. He can be said to be the group of people who have the most say about the power of Edward Vebru.

Those who have seen the power of Whitebeard may not have seen the power of Edward Waybru. Those who have seen the power of Edward Waybru may have passed the era of Whitebeard. Only people like them are at the junction of the two eras. Only those who step onto the world stage are qualified to judge the power of these two people.

In terms of strength, Edward Weibru is naturally not Whitebeard's opponent, not even the old Whitebeard. But Whitebeard possesses not only physical strength, but also the Shock Fruit, and the power that is so powerful that the sky and the earth can change color. Domineering, the combination of the three is Whitebeard.

The Sith absorbed part of Whitebeard's domineering power, and Blackbeard swallowed the Shock Fruit. The two of them jumped from the Shichibukai to the general level in an instant. Although the two were already strong, Whitebeard's strength was evident.

But Edward Waybru is different. He neither has the extremely developed Devil Fruit like Whitebeard, nor is he powerful enough. He relies on pure flesh and armed domineering. The Sith can assert that Edward... Weibru definitely has the potential to go further.

But potential is potential, and strength is strength. Everything is in vain until potential is transformed into strength.

The Sith narrowed his eyes and twisted his fingers on the handle of the knife, and power also swarmed along the blade.

boom!

The two swords connected, and the awe-inspiring aura spread out from the two bodies. The power could not be expressed in words. It was like a piece of sea falling from the sky, which made the people unable to breathe.

After all, Sith is not the Sith of the past. He has passed the stage of Qiwukai, and his qualifications, potential, and everything he possesses have been transformed into real power.

So what if he has the power of Whitebeard when he was young? What he has is strength, domineering, and the ability of the Dark Ruler in one. This is not as simple as one plus one equals two. Adding the three together, there is a qualitative difference. .

As the strength accumulated, the chips became bigger and bigger, and the corners of Sith's lips slightly curved.

Hey!

Against the heavy pressure of Edward Weibru, Sith took a step forward, raised his head, and their eyes met.

"What, who do you want to die?"

With veins bulging on his neck, Edward Waybrew's eyes soon turned to astonishment.

Someone actually suppressed him in terms of strength?

It's unbelievable, no, this is simply impossible. He has never been in such a mess since his debut.

He was Whitebeard's son, with the strongest blood in the world flowing in his body. How could he be suppressed casually?

"Wilson Sis, unforgivable."

He roared, and the muscles in his body swelled again, and all his strength was concentrated on the knife. The water surface trembled, and he almost raised a sea.

"Humph."

With a grin on his lips, Sith made a sound of contempt, his fingers slowly slid on the handle of the knife, and he squeezed it a little tighter with his right hand.

Hey!

Facing the huge force, his right foot took another step forward.

"It's useless, your strength is far from enough."

In an instant, endless darkness spurted out from Sith's body, like a soaring sword. The yin and yang separated, dividing the entire world into two halves, forming a vortex visible to the naked eye in the field of vision.

The violent energy storm surged back and forth, causing everything around it to become a mess.

He brought darkness and fire, as if he had opened the gate of hell. The closer he got, the more oppressive he was, and Edward Weibru's body made a sound like an overwhelmed machine.

boom!

The sword slashed horizontally, causing a wave of air. Edward Weibru, including himself and the sword, were blown away by the Sith's blow.

"how come?"

Miss Ba Jin was stunned, her eyes as wide as copper bells.

How could this person be so strong?

She almost screamed in her heart, and for a moment she forgot to pay attention to Edward Weibru's life, death and injuries. Her head was buzzing, like millions of bees flapping their wings at the same time.

In order to realize her own ambitions and get a share of the big pirate era, she deliberately suppressed her ambitions and waited until Whitebeard's death before coming out to stir up trouble.

Now that their great cause has not been accomplished, why did their mother and son encounter such a thing?

This is not scientific at all, let alone metaphysics. The battle to become a king should be done step by step, right?

What's the point of encountering a boss with full level magic equipment just after leaving the novice village?

Suddenly, Miss Ba Jin's expression became extremely ferocious. Coupled with her wrinkled face and thick lip gloss, she really looked like an evil ghost escaping from hell.

Turning his head, his eyes were intertwined with those of the Whitebeard Pirates and Lucky Lu of the Red-haired Pirates. His voice was hoarse and sharp, making him look particularly mean.

"What are you doing? Why don't you take action quickly? Do you think he will let you go after killing our mother and son?"

Lackey Lu's fat body was stunned for a moment, his original smile was gone, and his eyes became extremely sharp, like a bad wolf in the wilderness.

"This old woman is right. Yizang, Scuyard, it's time to let go of our prejudices. If we don't join forces, we will all die today."

The word "death" is like a curse hanging over everyone's heads, which cannot be shaken off no matter what. Just like the war above, today is the time to fight for one's life again.

Skuard and Izo met each other's eyes, exchanged glances, nodded, gestured in the direction of Lakyo and Halta, and nodded.

"Understood, we won't hold back. We'll do everything first after killing that bastard Wilson Sith."

"Okay, then let's all take action together."

In a fragile alliance full of contradictions, Lackey Lu, who had no fundamental contradiction except with the Sith, subconsciously took over the command and yelled at everyone.

For a time, Laki Lu, Yi Zang, Halta, Scuyard, Lakyo, and even Miss Ba Jin, an old woman, all took action together and all headed towards the direction of the Sith.

Sith shook his head and couldn't help but sigh at the wonder of this world. The enemies who were fighting to death just now turned into brothers whose lives depended on each other the next moment. It was really ironic.

However, he is not annoyed. When there is a great disparity in strength, siege can indeed be regarded as a way to survive. Even a higher-level challenge is not impossible, but no matter what, it must be a true life-and-death trust.

A plastic alliance like this, which is wary of each other and wary of each other, might turn out to be a trap, full of holes and flaws.

In order to win, he has a lot of patience. He is the one who is in an invincible position, not those plastic alliances. They are the ones who should be anxious.

But rather than being anxious, what they should do more is pray, praying that they will not make any mistakes in the battle, otherwise the Sith will wrap around them like poisonous snakes until they are crushed to pieces.

With cold eyes, Sith took a step forward, and afterimages filled his body. The knife moved with his heart, and was directly connected with the attacks of several people.

The air exploded, and it was difficult for the naked eye to catch their shadows for a while, and only the sound of dense metal collisions could be heard in the ears.

"Damn it, Wilson Sith, I want you dead."

In the bilge of one of the pirate ships of the Whitebeard Pirates, Whitebeard II Edward Weibru climbed up from the huge gap with a huge wound on his body.

The blood was dripping from the left side of the neck to the right lower abdomen. The person opposite looked like he had committed a murderous attack.

The big knife in his hand was not loose, and his expression was extremely vicious, but that's right, anyone who was stabbed so hard would probably not be in a good mood.

With his eyes red, Edward Wibrew wanted to rush forward and tear the Sith in half.

But the severe pain in his chest made him wake up. It was true that he was not thinking clearly, but he was not really stupid enough to joke with his own life.

The joint siege of everyone seems to be evenly matched with the Sith, but in fact they have fallen into the rhythm of the Sith. This is the tragedy of the weak. They can only passively adapt to the strong, and then be ruthlessly torn apart in the areas where the strong is good at. broken.

He has seen the power of the Sith, and it will not help if he rushes over now. He cannot interrupt the rhythm of the Sith at all, and in the end he can only become a victim of the Sith attack.

His head was burning and aching from overthinking, which was really difficult for his small brain capacity.

The way to break the situation? How could he possibly figure it out?

He squeezed the big knife in his hand, feeling an indescribable anxiety in his heart. He shook his head and lowered his head, and he discovered a problem.

His bleeding seemed to have stopped.

This is his innate talent. In addition to his great strength, he also has the ability to heal himself that ordinary people cannot imagine.

He suffered many injuries from head to toe, including many wounds where an entire scalp was cut off, but he still managed to survive. As long as he did not die on the spot or damage his heart, he could survive.

He seemed to have found an opportunity for a decisive victory. As long as he delayed it, Sith could slash him thousands of times. He only needed to slash Sith once, and he did not believe that Sith had as powerful a self-healing ability as him.

With a flick of the big knife in his hand, Edward Weibru rushed over with heavy steps.

"Mom, let me help you."

The broadsword danced crazily in the air, bringing not only air waves, but also countless sharp edges, heading straight towards the Sith.

Sith narrowed his eyes slightly and dodged left and right in the air. The darkness twisted, and from time to time his body would be pulled into the interlayer of shadows.

Edward Weibru's sudden attack was unexpected by everyone. Although the attack was powerful, they were still a little confused in the rush. Suddenly they didn't know whether to be happy or angry. In the end, there was only a wry smile on his face.

It helped, but the rhythm they finally found was also messed up by this sudden attack.

This is not a big deal in ordinary battles. After all, masters like them can adjust quickly, but Sith are not ordinary people, and this is not an ordinary battle.

In this short moment, Sith seemed to have glimpsed some secret. His eyes flashed, and with a knife in hand, he dived in the direction of Scuyard and the others.

Both humans and knives are extremely fast. In just a blink of an eye, the Sith rushed forward before a few people could fully react.

The body moves with the heart, the sword moves at will, the sky and the earth are vast, and there seems to be only a hint of darkness left in the eyes. In the blink of an eye, Scuyard is decapitated by a sword.

His expression was still on his face, his pupils were narrowed, as if he didn't expect that he would be defeated so quickly.

Shock, panic, and then indifference.

In the last moments of Scuyard's life, he seemed to have experienced all kinds of life.

He neither thought that he would die so early nor that he would die so late. Two completely opposite thoughts filled his mind.

He didn't want to die, he still had to atone for his sins, and he hadn't twisted that bastard Blackbeard's head off yet, so how could he die first? Revenge, what a beautiful word it is.

But he should have died. He should have died during the war at the top. It was all because of his stupidity and his betrayal. Otherwise, my father would not have died so easily, nor would the Whitebeard Pirates. It will fail so miserably.

He is a sinner, the sinner of the entire Whitebeard Pirates. The best outcome for a sinner is death. This is his salvation.

His eyelids were closed, and his ears could no longer hear the sounds of others.

"Scuard!"

Izang and Lakyo shouted angrily, and even the muscles at the corners of their mouths were almost chapped by the tension they stretched, and tears covered their entire faces.

After Thatch, Bista, Ace and Dad, the Whitebeard Pirates lost another brother, a brother who was not a real brother, but was better than a real brother. The fire was filling up, and he couldn't wait to die. Burn them, but after the calm, there is endless sadness. Now it is Scuyard, who will be next?