Pirates: Rush to the Peak

"You're so polite, Captain. This is what I should do." Bollis responded with a smile.

After the two of them had a brief exchange, Fegaland slowly turned his gaze back to Shanks, who was not far away. His eyes were deep and sharp, as if he could see through everything.

"You want us to leave this island?" Fegaland's voice came slowly, with a hint of subtle doubt and dissatisfaction.

"That's right." Shanks nodded expressionlessly, his firm gaze meeting Fegaland without any retreat.

However, faced with Shanks' request, Fegaland refused without hesitation: "Impossible." His answer was crisp and clear, leaving no room for negotiation.

As soon as he finished speaking, Fegaland took a big step forward, his steps were steady and powerful. At the moment he passed by Shanks, a tense atmosphere filled the air.

"In that case, I have no choice but to stop you!" Shanks suddenly shouted, and quickly drew the weapon from his waist. In an instant, a flash of cold light flashed, making people shudder. At the same time, a powerful and terrifying domineering aura gushed out from his body, like a surging torrent, instantly coloring the entire sky.

Seeing Shanks's strong move, Boris, who was standing beside him, changed his expression slightly. He turned around suddenly, glared at Shanks, and shouted loudly: "Don't be so arrogant!" As he roared, his body began to emit a mysterious purple-pink aura, like a burning flame, hot and dazzling.

"Pollis, I'll leave him to you." Feigaland said expressionlessly. Before he finished speaking, he turned around and walked away without hesitation, leaving behind a back that was getting farther and farther away.

"Don't worry, leave it to me!" Saint Pollis nodded heavily in response, his eyes fixed on the person in front of him.

However, at this moment, Shanks, who had been watching coldly, suddenly took action. A cold light flashed in his deep eyes, and his right hand quickly grasped the hilt of the long sword at his waist. In an instant, an invisible pressure emanated from him, as if the air around him was condensed.

Then, a shocking scene happened - the originally plain blade began to be entangled by a thick black aura, which was like a substance, constantly rolling and surging. With the appearance of this black aura, Shanks's momentum suddenly soared to the peak, like a volcano about to erupt, which could erupt at any time with a devastating force.

Feeling such a terrifying aura, Saint Bollis's face instantly turned as pale as paper, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead. He stared with wide eyes, looking at the man in front of him who looked like a demon god descending, and a feeling of despair rose in his heart.

At this moment, Shanks shouted in a low voice: "God avoid me!" Along with the roar, he swung the long sword in his hand violently, and a dark and sharp sword light rushed towards Saint Bollis with an overwhelming force.

Seeing this extremely terrifying attack, Saint Pollis couldn't help but curse: "Fuck!"

But at this moment, it was too late for him to react and he could only watch the deadly blade whizzing towards him!