Traveler in the Pirate World

"Am I...going to die? Mom, I can't go home, I'm sorry..."

"Ah... I don't want to die. I'm still young, and I want to be an admiral of the navy!"

"Hey, I thought I wasn't afraid of death... but it turns out I am!"

"Damn Whitebeard, damn Joz... Damn it, this war is simply a losing business..."

……

The emotions of countless people converged in his mind, and Coby felt like his brain was about to explode. His natural strong empathy made him extremely sad at this moment, which made him want to escape from this war very much.

"Is that your disciple, Garp?" Cyborg Sora lowered his eyes and looked at the figure who almost collapsed on the battlefield. His eyes were full of disappointment. "He is not qualified as a marine, and the same is true as a warrior. Even if this is affected by the initial awakening of his observation Haki ability, it cannot change the fact that he has a fragile heart. The naive kid will sooner or later pay a painful price for his naive ideas!"

"It's normal for children to be a little naive. It would be boring if every one of them was like us old guys.

I'm still alive, I can't possibly fail to protect this innocence, right?" Karp said nonchalantly, but of course it wasn't entirely true.

After all, as Garp's disciple, it's okay for him to be gifted and hardworking, but if he doesn't have any fatal flaws, it would be too bad. The World Government would not want the emergence of a second naval hero.

Sometimes growing up and maturing is a matter of a moment. Garp looked at Coby, who was on the battlefield, looking so ugly and almost like a deserter, and his eyes seemed to be filled with disappointment.

He laughed and took a bite of the donut. "But this is too useless. It seems that this kid's training will have to double in the next month!"

Cyborg Kong did not notice that Garp's narrowed eyes were full of helplessness. He also knew that what Coby really needed to be taught was his weak character.

"Justice! What a bright word. Unfortunately, the World Government does not need justice, because they are justice. Might is justice." With mixed emotions, Garp's gaze fell on the crowd, looking at the embarrassed but determined figure running towards the platform.

"This is also a troublesome kid. I hope Long can persuade that brat Sabo to stop."

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The silver-white sword collided with the pitch-black broadsword, sparks lit up in an instant and went out in an instant.

"Old man, you should know that in terms of the purpose of this war, Ace and Joz are just baits to be strangled. Why did you still come?" Mihawk said calmly as he raised his sword and chopped down.

"Since I know, I will come." Rayleigh responded nonchalantly, raising his sword to block the forceful blow. "It seems that you have made great progress over the years. In terms of swordsmanship alone, you are already better than me. I am really getting old!"

"You, Shanks, Roger, and that guy over there, are not pure swordsmen, right?" Mihawk's eagle-like eyes swept across the battlefield in the distance, "Everything I have is the long sword in my hand, but you are different, aren't you?"

Every strike of Mihawk's sword is pure tyranny, and every swing is a display of his own will. He is the purest swordsman in this sea, and everything about him can be felt in his sword.

Rayleigh could clearly feel that the opponent did not use his full strength, this was just an appearance to deal with the World Government's call.

"A pure swordsman? They are very rare in this sea!" Rayleigh chuckled. Swordsmen and swordsmen are never just people who play with swords.

Although Rayleigh deserves the title of great swordsman, it does not mean that he is a pure swordsman. The sword is a weapon and a means to him, but not the foundation. Domineering is the foundation.

Without his sword, Rayleigh's combat power will inevitably be weakened to a certain extent due to the loss of his usual means of combat, but his combat power will never drop sharply like that of a real swordsman.

Everything about a swordsman is above the man and the sword. Their observation Haki has been developing in the direction of cutting from the very beginning. Their armament Haki is always bound to the sword in his hand. Their domineering Haki is the reason for them to draw their swords, it is their unswerving belief, and it is the domineering power to cut off everything.

It is undeniable that when it comes to swordsmanship alone, Rayleigh is one of the top ones standing on this ocean, but techniques are just techniques, not kendo. The true pinnacle of swordsmanship on this ocean is only Mihawk.

As the swords clashed, Rayleigh's eyes swept across the sky. The golden sun was slowly climbing up. Rayleigh said helplessly: "Hey, little brother, can you make way for me? I'm in a hurry!"

This was a reminder, a reminder to go all out. The long sword in Rayleigh's hand hummed, like a tremor of thunder. The domineering color that was compressed to the extreme surrounded the sword body. There seemed to be a faint twisting of dark lightning. The colorless wind element gathered around Rayleigh's body, and the next moment the long sword fell.

Mihawk did not choose to take it head-on. With his body swaying, he had already moved sideways for hundreds of meters and stood not far from Vista. He backhandedly cut off the flowers that were sweeping the battlefield like a torrent, revealing the giant Lieutenant General Lakulova covered in blood. It seemed as if he came to save the other party and suddenly changed his opponent.

Fighting with a serious Rayleigh with all his strength and certainly getting hurt, with no guarantee of winning, is an extremely thankless task. Mihawk has no interest in doing it. The simple swordplay exchange before was good enough, and it's time to slack off seriously.

The pure white sword light crossed the ice field, and a hurricane fell with the long sword, stirring up chaos in the heaven and earth. The clouds in the distance in the sky swirled and gathered again, covering the sky and the sun with rolling thunder. The heavy rain had not yet fallen, but was swept away by the hurricane and turned into white snow in the extreme cold.

Countless people's bodies were lifted off the ground. They tried desperately to grab everything around them, but unfortunately there was only the cold snowfield and the corpses that were dragged by the hurricane along with them.

"Boom" a figure cut through the sky like a meteor, and the friction between his body and the air produced a fiery red flame. The domineering and unparalleled fist was surrounded by jumping armed color and domineering color. With one punch, the hurricane was shattered and turned into a strong wind, clearing the surrounding area of ​​nearly 100 meters.

A familiar burly figure stood on the shattered ice field, their eyes met, and heavy snow fell from the sky, sliding down Rayleigh's body, melting and evaporating on the other's body.

"I thought you guys would continue to play around for a while, but I didn't expect you to lose your temper so soon, Rayleigh!" Kong's deep voice shook Feixue away, "But it's not bad that he can delay for such a long time. After all, I never expected the Shichibukai to work hard.

The only thing that disappointed me was the few little guys sent by the Nameless Zodiac. They are really getting worse with each generation."

"They are just a bunch of poor people. After all, they are the most loyal people in your World Government. It is too cruel to treat them like this." Rayleigh looked at Cyborg Kong calmly and chatted with him as if they were gathering with old friends.

"The fact that they failed to awaken only proves that they are not loyal enough." Steel Bone Sora's tone was flat and indifferent.

"If they awaken in your way, they will not be themselves anymore. They will just be a group of poor creatures controlled by the will of the fruit, just like those poor creatures in Impelton!" Rayleigh's voice was a little cold. Even though he knew everything on the Final Island, he still found it difficult to agree with the choice of the World Government. It was too extreme and too cruel.

"Sacrifice is inevitable, some things must end. Our goals are actually the same, and there is no need for you to resist so much." Kong Ganggu was not in a hurry at all. After all, the real initiative of this war has always been in their hands.

"It's true that we have the same goal, but our choices are different. We are not on the same path!" Rayleigh tightened the sword in his hand, and a momentum gathered in his body.

"That's right!" Gang Gukong laughed loudly, took a step forward suddenly, and arrived in an instant, with a punch falling suddenly. The powerful and domineering fist force collided with Rayleigh's white blade as fast as light and lightning in an instant. The air exploded, and the invisible air waves and scattered sword beams swept past, turning everything around into powder.

The two men walked in the air and fought in the mid-air above the surging waves. Their fists and swords hit each other, and the sound was as loud as thunder and drum hammers. Those who were closer to them would bleed from their mouths and noses and almost faint when they heard the sound.

In the fight between the strong, even intervening has become a luxury for them.