Traveler in the Pirate World

The Kingdom of Kru welcomed the tour of the famous magician Rodsim. This kingdom, which had occupied half of the world, had developed to a level that was unimaginable in ASEAN in just a few years.

Rodsim looked up at the hundred-meter-high building that almost reached the sky, with mixed emotions in his eyes.

"It's so peaceful!" The secretary walking behind him looked at the bustling streets. The citizens of the Kingdom of Kru were wearing exquisite clothes that the common people of ASEAN could never afford, or driving creations called cars that only nobles in ASEAN could ride, or chatting and laughing all the way, or sitting in exquisitely decorated shops on the street to eat, drink and have fun, with terrifyingly deep eyes.

What a powerful, beautiful and vibrant country this is! It is like a beautiful and prosperous garden, but buried beneath its fertile soil is everything we once loved.

The king himself attended the performance at night. This was the first time that Rodsim and Totumjika actually saw the Bloody Emperor. There were some differences between him and the portrait, but they were generally the same.

The Bloody Emperor is now middle-aged, but his short gray hair does not make him look old. Instead, he looks more kind and steady than the cold and domineering him when he was young.

The hunchbacked old man Li wore a rare neat black suit with a white flower on his chest. He stood on the second-floor viewing platform, leaning on a cane, and the sound of a piano slowly rang in his ears.

He looked at Rodsim who made a miraculous appearance, and the corners of his mouth slowly rose. In this era when martial arts had not yet sprouted, two geniuses who had received systematic training already possessed the power to become the top strongmen.

The magic trick was still going on. Rodsim's figure suddenly disappeared from the stage, and the spotlight guided people's eyes to move in the hall.

At the intersection of the entrance, a dark figure was illuminated, and people could not help but cheer. However, the next moment, a horrible explosion was heard on the second floor of the hall. Bricks and stones collapsed, wood chips flew everywhere, and a figure was thrown into the air by the huge force, smashing through several buildings before it came to a stop.

The sudden change caught everyone by surprise. The captain of the king's personal guards, who was in charge of guarding the king, turned his head in surprise and looked at the tall figure that had appeared beside him at some point. However, he only saw a slender arm sweeping across and a gust of wind blowing towards him, making his face look a little distorted.

"When?" He felt a little unbelievable. The moment the other party made his move, his observation Haki didn't even detect any movement.

It was obviously too late to raise his arms to block. The captain of the bodyguards had his face covered with armament color. He stepped back and turned to try to increase the distance between the two, but he was still a step too slow. The strong wind hit him in the face. His facial features twisted uncontrollably, blood gushed out of his mouth and nose, and his body spun backwards in an instant, crashing down the door wall and floor, and falling several stories high.

Rodsim ignored the captain of the guards who had temporarily lost consciousness due to a severe blow to the brain. He took a step forward like a sharp blade and chased after the Bloody Emperor who was knocked off a tall building by a punch and fell to the ground like a meteor.

The opponent's defensive force is weaker than that of any king, but more effective than anyone else. The Bloody Emperor's greatest defensive force is actually himself.

A terrifying aura erupted from the ruins of the building, and an incomparable domineering aura broke through the clouds in the sky. A burly figure stood up from the rubble, accompanied by the wailing of the implicated people, which made him surge with rage from the bottom of his heart.

"Arrange for the people to evacuate immediately!" Suppressing his anger, the Bloody Emperor gave an order to the stunned security personnel, then took a step forward. The ground under his feet cracked, and he raised his arm and punched straight at the figure in the sky.

Faced with an opponent who can make him feel pressured, the Bloody Emperor has no room for distraction. The fight between the strong is no different from a natural disaster for ordinary people in this world even if they are just affected.

The security personnel who realized the situation belatedly shouted at the people to evacuate, but they obviously failed to suppress the fear in people's hearts. Those who reacted fled screaming in a swarm, pushing the people in front of them and cursing the people behind them.

The endless crowd surged like a burst dam, rushing thousands of miles. The flat road was no longer flat, and under people's feet there was a sea of ​​blood and corpses, just like the land washed by blood back then.

Flames were ignited in every corner of the city, black smoke rose, and the carnival of the Avengers was ignited at this moment.

In the warm and peaceful hometown music halls located in every corner of the city, there are beautiful and gentle drinkers riding on the waists of the local guards who are taking a break from their busy schedule.

Blood flowed from the soldier's body. The woman's sweetness was mixed with the madness that was being released bit by bit, making her look a little sick.

"Ah, it seems that you still can't remember me. Do you know, dear, the moment I saw you for the second time, I was terrified and hated you. I carefully concealed myself, afraid that you would notice even the slightest clue.

But later I gradually stopped worrying, because I roughly knew that dead people like us are not worthy of leaving an impression in your hearts. Her greatest value is that she is a tool for venting desires.

But you never expected that there would be a group of unfortunate survivors who managed to survive your hands.

Come and touch this place, it was once cut open by a knife, and it was you who cut it open!" The woman grasped the soldier's hand, whose tendons had been cut by her, and gently stroked her abdomen. It was smooth there. If she didn't say it, no one would know that someone had taken out her intestines from there.

"Dear, we are here to seek revenge on you!"

The drivers on the street drove at full speed, and the workers in the cargo boxes lit the bottles in their hands. They laughed and threw the flames out, and amid the sounds of explosions, magnificent flames bloomed.

"Beautiful! So beautiful! Haha..." Someone laughed crazily. Heat waves continued, the fire expanded uncontrollably, and countless people wailed and screamed. It became the most beautiful song in the ears of the Avengers.

The hatred that had been suppressed for years erupted on this day, and their revenge swept across the entire Kingdom of Kru at this moment, with the prosperous capital being the worst hit.

The two figures collided in mid-air, and the terrifying wind pressure spread outward with the two people as the center. The originally dilapidated houses collapsed, and the rubble was carried away by the wind and waves, forming billowing smoke and dust.

The wind was still blowing hard, and the lights on the ground were extinguished, replaced by blood-red flames that seemed somewhat out of place with the bright moon in the sky.

The collision of their fists and feet in the air made a thunderous sound, and the energy emitted by the domineering aura was like a series of iron fists that could destroy everything in their path, leaving huge scars on the ground and the houses.

Rodsim's plan was so simple from the beginning. The war survivors gathered over the years would carry out a thorough revenge, thereby tying down and attracting the power of most of the armed forces of the Kingdom of Kru, and thus completing the decapitation of the king.

At the same time as the two men were fighting, the towering building behind them was cut in half by an unstoppable gust of air. The building began to tilt, and a huge shadow covered the sky. Totemjika, dressed in white, slashed at the burly man in front of him, whose muscles had burst through his black suit. He dodged the white blade by leaning sideways, and the edge swept across half of the city. Within a straight line distance, the tall buildings separated from the smooth oblique surface and disintegrated in the air, raising billowing dust when they hit the ground.

The burly man looked extremely ugly. His observation Haki was disturbed by an unknown force, which made his previous fighting habits a fatal weakness. An attack of that magnitude would be enough to leave a wound on his body with just one knife. Although it was not fatal, it was painful either.