clang!

Zefa punched the knife with a huge force that made Edward Weibru shudder.

There is not a single idiot on this battlefield except for Edward Weibru, who is not very smart. They are all top masters who have experienced hundreds of battles. Zefa probably sees the trend of this battle even more than the Sith themselves. Transparent.

Who wins and who loses, who lives and who dies, let’s see who moves faster and more ruthlessly today.

If the navy is fast enough, it will make up for all the regrets of the Buddha's Sengoku War at the top, leaving the red-haired pirates behind, and once again push the pirate power into a low ebb.

If the red-haired pirates were faster, then they might be in danger today. Life and death are a matter of an instant, and they might be left here forever today.

This is a gamble where both sides put their lives on the line.

It is true that Zefa hates gambling, and his behavior of recklessly suppressing the whole army at every turn is just stupid in his eyes.

In his opinion, a qualified navy can only be made by anticipating the enemy in advance and planning before taking action.

But the plan couldn't keep up with the changes, and the situation had deteriorated to this point. They were fighting each other hand-to-hand. Could it be that he could just abandon it and run away?

Moreover, it is not an exaggeration to say that this kind of opportunity is rare in decades.

The Blackbeard Pirates used the power of the Sith to hold back the Red-haired Pirates and some of the remnants of the Whitebeard Pirates, and the Navy couldn't use the influence of the Blackbeard Pirates and Whitebeard Pirates to distract the new The sight of other major forces in the world?

There is always a limit to human energy. If you manage one end, you are destined to be unable to manage the other end. Now the new world has become a mess. There are people who are too busy to take care of themselves and just watch from the sidelines. Only those who dare to take action personally are rare.

As long as the navy dares to fight, today may be a one-on-one battle between the navy and the red-haired pirates.

Insufficient support, insufficient manpower, and the Whitebeard Pirates, who have the best relationship with the Red-haired Pirates, cannot protect themselves. If this is not a good opportunity, then what is a good opportunity?

Are you going to wait for the red-haired pirates to clean their necks and send them to your door to be chopped?

No discerning person would want to miss this opportunity, and he certainly didn't either.

It is safe enough to retreat and live in peace, but wouldn't the benefits of taking a chance be greater? When they meet on a narrow road, the brave one wins, and being able to personally end the era of great pirates is what every aspiring navy dreams of.

With a sudden change in his heart, all the strength in Zefa's body began to become active, and the blood vessels in his limbs were beating like green snakes.

"Edward Waybrough, die!"

The fist was like a strong wind, sharp as a knife, cold to the bone. It came down from a high altitude, causing Edward Weibru's cheeks to hurt. He clenched his teeth. The long knife in his hand came up from the bottom left and directly smashed into Zefa's body. The machines collided.

"Stop joking, you damn old man, I'm Whitebeard's son, how could I die here?"

boom!

Waves of air exploded on the surrounding sea surface, water splashed in all directions, and two completely different momentums collided in the space. The domineering energy was like a turbulent flow of energy, instantly shattering the nearby wooden board debris.

On the other side, Miss Bajin also noticed the change in the battle situation, and used her staff to deflect the navy rushing toward her, thinking deeply and vividly.

What is the ideal state? Finding an opportunity to escape and not getting involved in this mess between the navy and the pirates is the ideal state. Their mother and son are very strong, but it depends on who they are competing with.

Compared with ordinary pirates, they are naturally tough, but compared with the red-haired pirates and the navy, they are soft persimmons, and neither of these two forces can be offended by them.

It's okay to fight guerrillas behind your back and create obstacles for them secretly, but to do it with real swords and guns is actually no different from seeking death.

But things have come to this, and it may have become a luxury to continue to pursue that so-called ideal state. If they want to live, they have to make a choice.

They and Zefa are life-and-death enemies. They hate each other and kill their disciples. It can be said that they are sworn in. There is no room for change between them. Now that they meet, one of them must die.

Compared with the navy, the conflict between the red-haired pirates and them is much smaller. They are chasing the whitebeard pirates, not the red-haired pirates. At most, they are a bit difficult to deal with. I think Want the red-haired pirates to break two of their teeth for them?

Haha, as long as you look strong and put on a life-threatening attitude, today's matter may be over.

If there is no navy, the red-haired pirates, who are very close to the Whitebeard Pirates, will naturally be enemies. But if the threat of the navy is ahead, what does the contradiction within the pirates mean?

As long as we are willing to join forces, we can be closer than family members.

After thinking clearly about the orifice, Miss Ba Jin looked at the red-haired pirates and her eyes instantly became friendly, and she shouted in the direction of Edward Weibru:

"Webru, hold on, hold on to Zefa and we will win."

"I know, mom, I want this old man to die."

Edward Weibru responded loudly, and the sword in his hand became more powerful. The air was shattered by the point of the sword, and it seemed as if he was going to split Zefa in half.

Zefa has long noticed the movements of Miss Bajin and Edward Weibru. As long as he doesn't be soft-hearted, Miss Bajin and Edward Weibru's little moves can't be hidden from him at all, not to mention that he wants to do it as soon as possible. In ending this battle, Edward Wybrew's aggressive actions can only be said to have played into his own hands.

His eyes were slightly narrowed, murderous intent flashed through his eyes, the giant fingers on the pulverizer's prosthetic limbs were opened, and he faced the blade in the direction of the blade, bending his body like a thousand pounds.

The force was released in the air, and there was a roar in his ears. He only heard a clang, and the blade was tightly clamped in his hands.

Edward Weibru frowned, and the strength in his hand increased by two points, but Zefa's legs still trembled slightly and his hand did not move at all.

That prosthetic leg was not just something you could find at a street stall. It was a sea-floor stone prosthetic leg that the science team spent a lot of money to tailor-make for Zefa.

It condenses the wisdom of many top geniuses, including Vegapunk, and is supplemented by Zefa's strong domineering force. It can be said to be a perfect combination of brainpower and force. How could it be destroyed so easily by Edward Weibru? ?

If Zefa hadn't been too old, he would have had the confidence to reach the top again with just this hand.

Raising his head, Zefa's eyes directly faced Edward Weibru, with murderous intent flashing in them.

"I caught you, go to hell and repent!"

In an instant, Zefa's free hand hit Edward Weibru in the stomach.

Edward Weibru's pupils shrank. Zefa's movements were so fast that he didn't even have time to react. His pupils shrank, an afterimage flashed in his eyes, and the thick arm hit him in the stomach.

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