Pirates: Rush to the Peak

Saint Trast was kicked out like a rag doll and rolled straight to Feld's feet.

Feld stared with wide eyes at the guy in front of him who was as black as charcoal and had no human form, and his heart was filled with astonishment.

He blinked his eyes, which were as tiny as two green beans, vigorously, as if he wanted to confirm that this was really the Saint Trast who had been so majestic just now.

"This... he was defeated just like that?" Feld muttered to himself in disbelief, his voice trembling with shock.

Just then, footsteps were heard approaching from afar. Kuro looked calm, followed closely by Robin.

When they came to Feld's side, they just glanced at Saint Trast who was lying on the ground, and walked past Feld without hesitation, without even stopping.

Craw easily stepped over Saint Trast's body and walked straight to the rooftop platform as if he was strolling in the garden.

Enelu heard the noise and turned his head slightly. When he saw Kuro, the violent lightning that had been surrounding him seemed to have received some kind of command and dissipated instantly.

"Brother!" Enel called respectfully.

Kuro nodded slightly, indicating his response: "Yeah."

Then, Kuro quickly glanced around.

In just a moment, his sharp eyes locked onto Tesoro hiding in the corner as accurately as lightning.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a chilling sneer.

Then he slowly opened his mouth and said in a low and majestic voice: "Come out, Tezulo! There are no enemies here now."

Just then, a figure cautiously poked his head out from the distant stairs, with a look of caution and alertness on his face.

That guy was Tezulo.

His eyes flickered, as if he was still doubtful about what Kuro said.

“Is everything really resolved?”

Tezulo swallowed, his tone revealing a hint of nervousness that was hard to conceal.

He asked, craning his neck to look around, trying to confirm if it was safe.

Suddenly, he caught sight of Kuro waving at him with a big smile on his face. Kuro shouted, "Come out quickly, that tough guy has been completely defeated by Enelu!"

After saying this, he pointed at the charcoal-like Trast Saint lying on the ground in the distance.

Looking in the direction Kuro pointed, Tesoro took a closer look and found that it was lying there lifeless, as if it had lost all signs of life.

Seeing this scene, Tesoro finally felt relieved.

When he thought about how the powerful enemy that once put him in a tough battle was easily defeated, Tezoro suddenly felt full of strength, and his originally hunched body straightened up all of a sudden.

Tezoro's figure flashed, and like an arrow, he jumped out from the broken stairs quickly.

At the same time, the corners of his mouth twitched on his hideous and twisted face, revealing a ferocious and brutal smile, and he gnashed his teeth and roared viciously: "Damn it!"

Then he opened his eyes wide with anger, as if fire was about to burst out of them, and roared again: "Now show me how arrogant you are again!"

Along with this deafening roar, Tesoro suddenly released his powerful devil fruit ability.

In an instant, the shattered pieces of gold that were originally scattered on the ground seemed to be under a spell. They were pulled and guided by a mysterious force and gathered towards the palm of his right hand at an extremely fast speed.

In the blink of an eye, these tiny pieces of gold flowed over like a golden torrent, and within a short moment they quickly condensed into a golden spear shining with dazzling light.

Holding the majestic golden spear, Tesoro moved very fast and rushed to Saint Trast in just three or two steps.

He raised the extremely sharp weapon in his hand high, and was about to stab the enemy in front of him whom he hated so much, and give him two fatal blows.

However, at this critical moment, his eyes inadvertently swept across Saint Trast's slightly rising and falling chest, and he was shocked.

"This guy is not dead yet!" Tezulo looked at the lifeless figure in front of him with astonishment, and his heart was instantly filled with turmoil. His arrogant and domineering expression froze instantly, replaced by deep hesitation and hesitation.

You know, for an ordinary enemy, when he has lost the ability to resist or even seems to be dead, it is not difficult to continue to use violence against him to ensure that nothing goes wrong. However, if the target is a celestial dragon, the situation is completely different. Although the celestial dragon is in a desperate situation at the moment, the pressure brought by his identity is like a heavy mountain pressing on Tesoro's heart, making it difficult for him to take that fatal step easily.

Tezulo was seen holding the golden spear tightly in his hand, his arm trembling slightly. The tip of the spear was only a few inches away from the throat of the Celestial Dragon, but even this small distance seemed to be separated by an insurmountable gap.

At this moment, a black hand suddenly stretched out from behind Tesoro, as silent as a ghost. The black hand accurately grasped Tesoro's right hand holding the spear, and the powerful force made it impossible for Tesoro to break free.

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