Pirates: Rush to the Peak

The deafening explosion below was still raging, with billowing smoke and raging flames intertwined, as if to engulf the entire room.

In this thrilling scene, a figure shot out rapidly like lightning from the thick smoke and dust produced by the explosion!

"Bang - bang bang bang!" Accompanied by a series of dull and violent impact sounds, the figure rolled continuously on the hard ground, and each roll raised a cloud of dust.

A distance of dozens of meters passed in a flash, until finally he came to a stop with difficulty.

Looking closely, it turned out to be Tezoro!

At this moment, his face was as pale as a piece of white paper, without any blood at all.

He was breathing heavily, his eyes revealing unconcealable fear and pain.

Just as I was about to struggle to stand up, I suddenly felt a strange tingling pain in my body.

Several dazzling electric sparks suddenly shot up from his body, instantly enveloping him.

Immediately afterwards, an intense feeling of numbness quickly spread throughout his body, causing his already weak body to completely lose control.

“No… Impossible!” Tezulo’s eyes widened, his face full of disbelief, and he muttered to himself, “I can obviously use the power of thunder and lightning freely! Why… why am I completely unable to resist it now?”

All along, whenever he used the power of his devil fruit to stimulate golden energy, he would always generate a certain degree of electromagnetic force at the same time.

It was with this discovery that he naively believed that he had the strength to fight against the powerful lightning released by the Trast Sanctuary.

However, reality dealt him a heavy blow, making him realize how stupid and ridiculous his ideas were.

You know, there is a world of difference between lightning and electromagnetic force, the two cannot be confused at all.

At that thrilling moment just now, the violent attack launched by Saint Trast was like a ferocious beast, crashing into the golden wall carefully created by Tesoro with overwhelming force.

In an instant, there was a deafening roar, and the seemingly indestructible golden wall was like fragile glass, shattered in an instant, turning into countless golden fragments flying everywhere.

At the same time, this terrifying impact force did not stop there, but continued to penetrate the golden armor on Tezoro's body that was shining with dazzling light.

Accompanied by a series of crisp cracking sounds, the golden armor fell apart in the blink of an eye and scattered all over the ground.

"Humble and lowly ants, you always naively fantasize that one day you will be able to fight against the sacred and majestic gods who are high above the nine heavens with your own insignificant strength!"

Saint Trast sneered and said, his voice seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, making people shudder.

"However, how could the gods take such insignificant beings like you seriously? In our eyes, you are nothing but a bunch of pathetic creatures who can be easily wiped out!"

As Saint Trast spoke, he slowly walked towards Tesoro with an elegant yet overwhelming pace.

Dazzling lightning burst out from his body continuously, like a poisonous snake with bared fangs and claws, madly devouring the surrounding smoke and opening up a path to victory.

Finally, Saint Trast arrived in front of Tesoro.

He looked down at Tesoro, who was lying on the ground in a miserable state. His eyes, as deep as the sea, flashed with a cold light that seemed to be superior to all things, as if all living beings in the world were just worthless dust in his eyes.

Faced with such contemptuous and disdainful looks, the anger in Tesoro's heart surged out like a volcanic eruption, and he stared at the arrogant guy in front of him!

This look was so familiar to him!

Over the years, whenever night fell and he lay in bed and fell asleep, this look would quietly appear in his dreams like a ghost.

What kind of look is that?

It was a complete and utter indifference, as if the other party didn't take him seriously at all.

This kind of disregard is like humans walking leisurely on a wide road, while under their feet there is a group of hardworking ants working hard to carry precious food, but these humans turn a blind eye to them and are even reluctant to give them a trace of attention.

After all, who really cares what a tiny ant is busy with?

For most people, not trampling these tiny lives to death is already a rare kindness and luck!