I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

Clang!Clang!Clang!

In the small space, the blades and fists met. The movements of Sith and Blackbeard were frighteningly fast, sparks flying in the air.

Bang!

Waves of air surged out, and the two separated again. Sith hung upside down on the dome, his pupils red and full of madness.

Sith had only one word to describe Blackbeard at this time: strong, he was really strong.

Whether it is domineering or physical skills, Blackbeard is by no means an easy person. Coupled with the restraint of the Dark Fruit, it is definitely not unreasonable for him to defeat Fire Fist Ace.

With such strength, it is really difficult for him to be willing to remain unknown in the Whitebeard Pirates for so many years.

But what is this called?

I want to work hard alone, quietly become the best, and then amaze everyone?

Looking at Blackbeard's legendary life, it is really full of bloody stories.

For this kind of people, everyone usually has a special term to describe them - learning bitch!

Bang!

Another gunshot rang out, and the hanging Sith could even see the black warhead getting closer and closer, pointing directly at his eyebrows.

There was a tiny sea rock embedded in the center of the warhead, and Van Oka was really using the same methods to deal with Devil Fruit users.

"Shadow Jump!"

The domineering sight locked on Van Oka, and the shadows around him seemed to stretch out black tentacles, pulling the Sith and sneaking all the way.

Holding the knife in his right hand, the Sith suddenly appeared next to Van Oka.

Fan Oka's pupils shrank.

So fast!

For a long-range sniper, this is downright lethal.

"Van Oka, tsk tsk, a person who always likes to talk about his destiny. I wonder if you have ever pried into your own destiny one day?"

A cold voice sounded, and Sith raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and the long knife covered with domineering power struck straight at his neck.

The murderous aura was so cold that it made Van Oka jump to his feet and his face was distorted. Even if he was calm, his expression changed under the threat of death.

He stepped forward with both feet and quickly hid behind him, holding the muzzle straight. For a true sniper master, whether he was running for his life or a woman, nothing could shake the speed and accuracy of his shooting.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

He quickly pulled the trigger. Not to mention sniping, he was also the world's first-class shooter by rapid fire alone.

"What on earth are you thinking about? I, Van Oka, am not the kind of loser who is unable to fight back when approached."

Fan Oka roared, his eyes widened, and his domineering aura was aroused to the extreme in an instant. As a sniper, he had never experienced such a fatal threat.

The distance was two meters, there was no wind, and considering speed and fruit ability, no one could avoid his shooting at such a short distance. This was all about his pride as a sniper.

"Humph."

Sith groaned and clenched the long knife tightly in his right hand. Not only did his speed not slow down, but in the eyes of outsiders, it felt like it was accelerating.

"It seems you haven't learned any lessons. When it comes to cutting bullets, I'm a professional."

Ding Ding Ding!

The black knife flew and drew a curtain of knife in mid-air. Compared with the clear light of the knife, it looked more like a curtain of summer rain falling from the sky.

Beautiful, desolate, and full of murderous intent.

No matter how fast and numerous the bullets were, not one of them touched the corner of his clothes in the end.

Months of life-and-death training had allowed him to engrave slashing bullets into his DNA like an instinct. If it was a sniper, that would be enough. Would such a rapid-fire bullet also want to hit him? Who do you look down on?

Van Oka's expression was solemn, his teeth were clenched, and blood oozed from his mouth.

The sudden smell of blood flooded into his nostrils, making him crazier and calmer at the same time.

Sith bastard, what does he think a sniper is? Tiny chess pieces that can be killed easily?

Between life and arrogance, he casually threw away the opportunity to ask for help from his companions, and even gave up on escaping.

Between the shoulder of the gun, a special sea-stone bullet was pushed into the barrel.

Click!

With the bullet loaded, Van Oka took a deep breath, his expression returned to calm in the blink of an eye, and his heart completely fell silent.

"I went out of my way to look up your name, Wilson Siss. Remember my name. I am Van Oka. I am about to reach the top and become the world's number one sniper. The next shot will mean life or death for you and me. It all comes down to fate.”

He is a devout believer in fate, and just as he is obsessed with fate, he is equally obsessed with the gun in his hand.

In his eyes, it seemed that what he shot was not a bullet, but God's will.

From the moment he woke up in the morning, he stood at the crossroads of fate every day, and his fate was always determined by a gun.

How could his decades of faith and pride be trampled on so casually?

Van Oka closed his eyes and suppressed his domineering attitude. At that moment, he gave up all attempts to target the Sith. Just as he said, with this shot, he would completely leave it to fate. .

If the God of Destiny has not abandoned his believers and Van Oka, then this shot, even if it is a god, he will show it to you.

Open your eyes.

boom!

The smoke ignited, everything was so sudden and without warning.

The bullet rushed out of the barrel, and Van Oka seemed to see the unique thread of fate from above, and the corners of his mouth turned up.

"My God, you have not abandoned your believers after all."

He couldn't dodge, he couldn't dodge this shot. Sith's pupils kept beating up and down in his eye sockets. In an instant, he smelled the smell of death from the smoke.

bug?

It was obviously just an ordinary seastone bullet, but the Sith actually saw the shadow of Gangnir on it. No one could stop the fateful projectile.

The blood vessels in his neck swelled, black flames ignited his whole body, and black scales appeared faintly under his skin, resembling both a dragon and a legendary devil.

"Van Oka, are you kidding me? Is the god you believe in Odin? This world is atheist's world!"

With a violent roar from Sith, the whole world seemed to have stopped and began to slow down rapidly. He swung the knife with his right hand like inertia. He seemed to have touched some mysterious and mysterious realm. That feeling was something he had never experienced before. Nothing I've ever felt.

who is it? Who embedded this instinct into his body?

He can guarantee that this is definitely not the feeling of chopping bullets. There seems to be an invisible line in his sight. As long as he holds it, what if it is a spear of fate?

He suddenly wanted to look up to the sky and shout, with a black heart in his heart, my fate is up to me!

It seemed that only this sentence could describe his feeling at this time.

So where does this feeling come from?

A businessman?

What role is he playing?

Former member of the Brave Squad?

The Archmage of the Light Ball?

Or a master of swordsmanship?

Or is it a devil who accidentally fell into the world?

Humph, things are definitely not as simple as he said?

Therefore, people who like to hide and keep something secret are the most annoying.