I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

"how come?"

Miss Ba Jin's pupils shrank, and the expression on her face instantly turned into panic.

Is the gap between the two of them really that big?

Miss Ba Jin secretly cursed Zefa's old age and frailty in his heart, but he didn't know that she was no longer the young girl thief who wandered on the pirate ship with Whitebeard. What a bad old woman.

Click!

Suddenly, the originally delicate cane shattered into pieces in the air, mixed with domineering energy, like sharp and dazzling swords.

"Go to hell, you damn stinky old woman."

His eyes were flashing with bloody red light. At the moment when the cane shattered, Zefa jumped up with a grin, squeezed the crusher on his right arm tightly, clenched his fist, and punched Miss Ba Jin on the head. Call.

The fist roared violently, blasting snow-white air waves in the air.

Miss Ba Jin's face became even more ferocious. The gap between the two daunted her. No matter how she tried, she couldn't think of a way to break the situation.

"asshole!"

She seemed a little frustrated, and her arms were subconsciously held in front of her chest. All the strength in her body was surging into her arms. Apart from this, she could do nothing.

Click!

There was another sound like a rock breaking, the air wave broke through, and Zefa's fist instantly hit Miss Ba Jin's arm and wrist.

Pain, followed by a heartbreaking pain, the crusher in Zefa's hand seemed to have not been hindered in the slightest, tearing Miss Bajin's hands into pieces in an instant.

"It's over, old man."

With bulging eyes, the expression on Zefa's face was slightly crazy and ferocious, which was in sharp contrast to Miss Ba Jin's face of fear and disbelief.

The touch of death followed her closely. Every piece of flesh and blood and every cell in her body seemed to be trembling. She had never felt that death was so close to her since she was born.

Shaking her head in the air crazily, Miss Bajin howled like a clown.

"No, Zefa, you can't kill me. I am Whitebeard's most beloved woman, you can't kill me."

"whispering sound!"

Zefa grinned and snorted, and punched Miss Ba Jin in the face with a punch, causing blood to fly and making the originally harsh and mean face even more hideous and ugly.

The body jumped up, and Zefa's five fingers formed into claws. Just as Miss Ba Jin was about to land, with a whoosh, he grabbed her head in his hand with one claw.

His eyes were fierce and playful.

"What nonsense are you talking about, old man? Whitebeard himself is dead, let alone you? Go to hell to atone for your sins, pirate."

With that said, Zefa Zefa used his fingers hard and raised his hand to press Miss Bajin's head to the deck.

boom!

The huge force crushed it, blood spattered, and even the thick deck was pressed by Zefa to create a huge gap.

"Ze... Zefa, you can't kill me, I... I am Whitebeard's favorite woman..."

With blood spitting out of her mouth and her pupils dilated, Miss Ba Jin was still struggling in Zefa's hands. She hadn't realized her ambition yet. How could she die like this?

No, she doesn't accept it.

"I won't die, Zefa!"

The sound was shrill, like a crow wailing in the canopy of a tree.

Zefa didn't even raise his eyelids. He raised the huge crusher, turned his head, and smashed it hard towards Miss Ba Jin's head.

boom!

The huge force instantly destroyed Miss Bajin's skull, and blood spurted out from the deck along with the brain matter. Edward Weibru felt like he was going crazy. This world was so unreal.

They were obviously hunters a few hours ago, why did they suddenly become like this?

My mother died and my hands were disabled. This is not scientific at all.

"Mom, Zefa, you damn bastard, you go to hell."

He got up from the ground with trembling legs. Edward Weibru's eyes were red, and he screamed and rushed towards Zefa. The momentum was like a locomotive rushing straight towards the cliff. There was no return, no return, no death. born.

Zefa glanced at him indifferently, the hatred showing no sign of dissipating at all.

Pitiful? Who in this world is not pitiful? Pity him who lost his son in middle age, lost his family, lost his apprentice in old age, and died alone. If he goes to pity others, who will pity him?

The huge crusher was once again placed across his chest, and Zefa's whole body became more energetic.

"Now it's your turn, Edward Waybrough, to go to hell and be reunited as a family!"

Immediately afterwards, Zefa also stepped on the deck and rushed towards him. Rain splashed under his feet. The mechanical arm swept straight away and swept away Edward Weibru's bloated body.

The fists were fierce and came one after another, Zefa was astonishingly fast, like a passing phantom.

Before the sound came, the fist arrived first. With a stab, the dark fist penetrated into the enemy's chest.

Edward Weibru's eyes were wide open, and he lost all his strength. He stopped immediately, lowered his head, glanced at the wound, and then stared at Zefa, muttering in his mouth, pink blood foam flowing down the corners of his mouth. It keeps dripping down.

"I...how could I die? I am...but Whitebeard's son..."

Before he finished speaking, Edward Weibru's expression froze on his face, and his huge body fell backwards, splashing a huge white wave, just like his short life, except Nothing remains except a splash in the torrent of the world.

It looks powerful, but is actually empty.

"ended!"

Zefa held his head high and took a long breath. Both he and everyone else on the field had this idea in mind.

Whether it was the grudges that had lasted for nearly ten years or the unilateral hunting of Sith by Xiangsi and Beckman, it was all over.

"It's over, it's finally over. Are you ready, pilgrims? The status of hunter and prey is about to reverse. Are you ready to leave your life here forever?"

With a sinister laugh, Sith looked in the direction of Xiangsi somewhat frivolously, his pupils filled with black mist and full of malice.

Holding down the two masters Xiangsi and Beckman in succession is not easy. It is almost like dancing on the tip of a knife. If you are not careful, you may die on the spot. Even the Sith can only rely on its own speed. Make do with flexibility.

Strong men in the pirate world usually have three ability systems, Devil Fruit, Haki, and Taijutsu. These three paths, as long as one of them is practiced to the extreme, is enough to intimidate a party, and Xian Kesi is the leader who has cultivated Haki and Taijutsu to the extreme. Furthermore, coupled with Beckman, the top sniper support in the sea, it can be said that it is difficult to find an opponent.