The One Piece World from Wendy

The news that a Celestial Dragon died in the Shampoo Islands spread at the speed of light.

For a time, the entire Shampoo Islands fell into panic.

Whether they are pirates, businessmen, or civilians, no matter which force they belong to, those who can run are ready to run away.

The death of a Draco can send shockwaves throughout the world.

In the Navy Headquarters, in the Marshal's Office, Warring States had not long enjoyed the surprise of Aokihiko successfully bringing him back.

A phone call reporting the death of Tianlong Ren made everyone in the office look shocked.

Then there was a moment of dead silence.

"Does anyone really dare to kill a Tianlong?" Warring States was so shocked that a drop of sweat dropped from his forehead.

"Oh my, those ruthless people who dare to kill the Celestial Dragons are really scary!"

On the sofa opposite Sengoku's desk, a tall and thin man in a yellow and white striped suit said slightly exaggeratedly.

There was a rare expression of genuine shock beneath the yellow sunglasses.

The man slowly stood up, stretched out, and said helplessly: "It seems that I have to work. I thought I could take a rest today."

When Warring States heard this, he rolled his eyes at the man and said with a haggard tone: "In an incident involving the Tianlong people, generals will definitely be dispatched."

"Akainu is not here, and Aokiji hasn't come back yet, so I have to send you, Kizaru!"

"We must resolve this incident, although...but the identity of the Tianlong people lies there!"

"You should know what to do!" Sengoku stared at Kizaru and said word by word.

"Okay, okay, I understand." Kizaru yawned and walked out of the office slowly.

Warring States stared at the report in his hand and couldn't help feeling a stomachache.

"We still have to find a successor as soon as possible..."

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And the boy who had just done something that shocked the whole world, that is, the collapse of the country, Scaramucci or stragglers were still wandering around the Chambord Islands.

The name is not important to him, it is just a kind of sustenance, and he will not care about this kind of thing.

The skirmishers, who didn't know the way at all, originally tried to ask the island's residents about the whereabouts of Pluto Rayleigh.

But the people who were asked all showed a ghostly expression, then waved their hands and said they didn't know Rayleigh, and ran away like flying.

After just getting rid of a scumbag, everyone on the island seemed to be going crazy for some reason.

The stragglers were shouting that the Celestial Dragons were dead and fled in all directions, so that the skirmishers could not even stop anyone who asked for directions.

The skirmishers are now agitated, and the skirmishers want to take action now.

But the skirmishers would not take action, because the people here were all mortals, and he did not bother to take action against them, except for the scum that angered him.

"Huh?" The skirmisher stopped wandering and looked at the crowd that appeared around him and tightly surrounded him.

Rows of cold guns were pointed at the skirmishers. For a moment, it was not clear whether the guns were colder or the skirmishers' eyes were colder now.

In the eyes of the skirmishers watching the sideshow, the naval encirclement slowly opened a hole, and a navy commander wearing a navy white coat and a purple mohawk came out.

"I am Vice Admiral of the Navy Headquarters, Mole." The visitor introduced himself.

"Let's capture you without mercy, young man. Although I don't know your identity, if you dare to kill the Tianlong people, you will never get out of the Shampoo Islands alive."

Lieutenant General Mole stared at the skirmishers surrounded by the crowd, his right hand on the hilt of his sword at his waist, ready to draw his sword at any time.

Those who dare to kill Tianlong people are either an idiot with some strength or are confident because of their strength.

The young man in front of him is obviously the latter. The pressure on the opponent is about to condense into a real substance. People who are weak cannot even feel it. I am afraid that I am the only one present who can feel the terror of the young man in front of me.

Lieutenant General Mole also felt helpless because he happened to be on duty at the Shampoo Islands.

"Oh? You, a bunch of ants, dare to say that you want to arrest me?" The skirmisher laughed contemptuously when he heard this.

"Let me tell you, among you guys, you are the only one who can be considered a bigger bug." The skirmisher looked at Lieutenant General Mole and mocked.

When the navy heard this, they became dissatisfied and wanted to take action, but were stopped by Vice Admiral Mole's look.

"Then it seems that your Excellency will not be captured without mercy." Mole slowly drew out his sword.

"Don't you know that if you kill a Celestial Dragon, you will definitely be pursued by the admiral?" Mole held the sword in both hands and looked at the soldiers solemnly.

"General? What is that? Is it very strong?" the soldier said disdainfully.

Mole's expression froze when he heard this, but the navy around him couldn't help but said in disbelief: "The admiral is the highest combat power in the navy headquarters. If the admiral comes, wouldn't a little pirate like you have to be captured without hesitation?!"

"Oh? It seems that he must be quite strong. It's okay. I haven't found anyone after searching for so long. I have long been impatient." Hearing this, the skirmisher not only did not feel scared, but laughed.

"It's good to be able to stretch your muscles and bones. Let's warm up with you before the big future."

"Thunder struck." The ruthless and indifferent voice of the skirmisher sounded in the ears of the navy.

Purple thunder, like divine punishment, fell from the sky without warning. Each lightning arc contained such terrifying power that even the strongest mole present did not dare to take it head on.

"Ahhhh!"

Screams rang out one after another, and the originally aggressive navy was instantly defeated.

The lightning lasted for tens of seconds and then slowly dissipated, and the air was filled with various electric smells.

The naval encirclement that originally surrounded the skirmishers collapsed, and the hundreds of naval forces brought by Mole were all scorched black by electricity, and they were in danger of death.

With just one move, the navy was defeated, leaving only Vice Admiral Mole holding his sword on the ground to support his body.

The originally white navy coat had been burnt into jet black by electricity, most of his purple hair had been destroyed, and his body was covered in scars.

"puff!"

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Mole used all his strength to prop up his body, stood up slowly, and continued to hold the sword tightly, pointing the tip of the sword at the skirmisher.

"Oh, can you still stand up? What an ant with tenacious vitality." The skirmisher smiled happily when he saw this, like a child who discovered a fun toy.

"In this case, I will give you a happy death." The soldier said calmly, gently raising his slender arm, with purple lightning wrapping around his fingertips.

"Die." The skirmisher said coldly.

Arcs of electricity burst out from the fingertips, and the purple lightning seemed like the God of Death swinging his scythe towards the mole.

Facing the incoming arc of electricity, the mole's pupils gradually dilated.

"Life is back!"

"shave!"

In the face of life danger, Mole exploded with astonishing reaction speed, first using life return to forcibly restore his physical condition.

Then he jumped into the air at high speed to dodge. It was obviously not a wise move to confront the powerful arc head-on.

"Bang!" The arc blasted a huge hole in the ground.

The mole, who successfully dodged the attack, did not dare to stop. He held the sword in both hands and concentrated his sword intent. Before his feet even landed in the air, he made a flying slash towards the skirmisher.

Looking at the slash coming towards him, the skirmisher was slightly surprised by the opponent's tenacious vitality, and then waved his hand lightly.

In Mole's shocked eyes, the skirmisher's slender arm easily caught his own slash, and then pinched it gently, and the slash formed by the condensed sword energy shattered in response.

"You are still serious. Why can't you just die peacefully like an ant?" The skirmisher's eyes gradually became dangerous.