The Evil Generation of Pirates

Kizaru left, and several people returned to the boat. Yamos roughly told what happened.

"Then let's go to the island arranged by Kizaru next," Hawkins asked after listening.

"There is no other choice." Yamos moved his body, "I don't know what method he will use to help us block a crisis this time, but it can only block this one time. If we still choose to sail on the Grand Route, The next time we face him, we will definitely be chased by general-level combat power, so we can only listen to his words and go to that island to hide."

Luo Dao: "We can't stay there forever."

"Let me set a target." Yamos faced everyone else, "Set a training target for each of you. In one and a half years, train to death. After training, we don't need to hide here and there. He even dares to take the initiative to cause trouble for the general."

"Are we going to start training again?" Dolat shrugged.

"I can't escape this kind of life for the rest of my life." Yamos entered the captain's cabin.

five days later

The Liberty sailed to the island with the help of the navigation pointer. It was a little-known island with wild beasts living on it. There was also a freshwater lake on the island, and everything was self-sufficient.Moreover, such a small island cannot be found on the sea map at all. It is like a paradise.

After landing on the island, the group first walked around the island.

I encountered many wild beasts on the road. These beasts were huge and ferocious. They could be called the Neptunes on land.Going all the way deep into the island, Lezein and Cavendish were both frightened, but Yamos laughed loudly: "It's good that these giant beasts can be practiced and roasted. It's really good."

After getting a general understanding of the island, Hawkins drew a rough map.The rest of the people went to the ship to carry supplies and various supplies. Yamos and the others selected an area in the shallow forest on the island and planned to build a house here.

Cavendish was quite happy in the end, because Faruru, who had lived in the palm-sized space on the deck of the Liberty for more than ten days, could finally regain his former vitality and run around the island.Falulu lives a good life, so he doesn't have many requirements.

The simple house was repaired in one afternoon. Tamsui Lake was not far away from them. At their speed, it would take less than a minute to get to Tamsui Lake.

But not everything is good. For example, when carrying supplies, Yamos and Dorat foresaw the gloom of life in the next year.There is not much wine left on the ship. According to the way they drink, it will last for a week at most, let alone a year and a half.Others, such as condiments, are definitely not enough for a year and a half. For the supplies on the ship, they may have to rely on eating fish and giant beasts to survive.

Fortunately, a few people have the ability to regulate their emotions. Let's consider this as part of the experience.

"Let me set a goal." At night, Yamos gathered the rest of the people at the beach. Under the moonlight, the visibility was quite high. "As for this goal, on a reasonable basis, I have to improve it a bit." The difficulty level makes the training more challenging. If you fail to complete it after half a year, of course there will be no penalty, but the gap between you and others will become wider and wider, and in the end you will not be able to help on the ship. If you are too busy, you will only become a waste that holds everyone back. You don’t have to train if you are willing to hold everyone back.”

On the surface, Yamos said it didn't matter if he didn't train, but none of the people present could bear the humiliation of being a dragster. This reason alone was enough for them to go all out to train and make themselves better. powerful.

"Dorat, in the next year and a half, there seems to be no numerical value that can clearly show the growth of strength." Yamos had a headache, "It is absolutely impossible for you to break through the great swordsman in one year."

"How is it impossible?" Dorat was not happy that Yamos completely denied himself like this. He was the most dazzling person no matter where he was.

"Okay, you are brave enough to break through to the great swordsman in one and a half years. I can use my fruit ability to assist you, and we can also discuss each other's understanding of the sword. If you don't become a great swordsman by then, I will use your portrait. Write a story about a man who doesn’t give up, and submit it to the Bruno Kingdom’s economic newspaper.” Yamos said.

This punishment is even more severe. How can a man tolerate his refusal and still publish his portrait and the story of his refusal in newspapers for people to see? The Brenno Kingdom is their territory, and the Brenno Economic News is also theirs. Industry, it is too easy to publish such embarrassing facts.

"Ruthless enough" Dolat choked out two words.

"Luo, you have learned all six naval styles, but none of them are proficient in them. You only have the weapon color to get started with the two-color Haki, which is not enough. I need you to be proficient in three of the six styles in a year and a half, and be able to master both the two-color Haki. " Yamos looked at Luo and set a rather difficult goal for him. "Similarly, I will help you and greatly improve your training progress."

"Okay." Luo Mei cried sadly and said that it was impossible and he couldn't do it. He had a desire to become stronger that far exceeded ordinary people.

Then Amos looked at Lezein: "You don't know the six moves, and you don't know the two-color Haki. You are the main target of the World Government, so I need you to have the strength to protect yourself even if we are gone. You can learn the Six Styles and Haki in one and a half years, give it a try."

"Well" Lezein knew that the crises that Yamos and the others had encountered all along were caused by him. He wanted to become stronger and one day he would not need others to protect him.

"Hawkins has been training with Dolat for two or three years. He has a very good foundation and is proficient in two-color domineering. This is your goal." After Yamos finished talking about Hawkins, he looked at Cavendi who was holding Farulu's hand. Xu said, "You don't know the six styles of domineering, and your swordsmanship can't be justified. You should be at the level of a first-class swordsman. After a year and a half, you will be able to reach the realm of swordsman. You should try your best to get started with domineering and six styles."

"clear."

"understood."

The two of them agreed one after another.

"Hey Yamos, you're just talking about us, what kind of goal have you set for yourself?" Dolat yelled.

"Me?" Yamos tilted his head and was silent for a few seconds, "General-level combat power."

The whole place was silent.

The goal set by Yamos was too exaggerated.

They had seen the general's combat power a few days ago.He suppressed Yamos and fought, and freed his hands to repel Dorat and others who rushed to support.In doing all this, he obviously did not put all his efforts into it, but he dealt with it in an orderly manner.

You must know that Yamos and his group can face up to the navy's combat power at the level of the Demon-Slaying Order. Such strength is actually not enough for the general to use all his strength to fight, which is enough to show how strong the general's combat power is.

There is only one rank difference between major general and lieutenant general.But the lieutenant general and the general are worlds apart.The general possesses absolute strength. Even if you search for such strength in a large number of places in the New World, you will never be able to find five.

Definitely can't find five.

Therefore, although Yamosi is currently very strong and is better than veteran elite lieutenant generals like Ghost Spider, the gap between him and the generals is still too big.The gap between them is not between a lieutenant general and a major general, but between a lieutenant general and a lieutenant colonel.To use an example they had seen, it was very simple, it was like Amos beating Lezein.There was no chance of Laizein hurting Yamos, and Yamos could torture him to the point where he couldn't get up with one hand.

Lieutenant generals are called lieutenant generals because they are at their limit.A general is a general because his rank is only so high.

The gap between the two sides cannot be compared with job titles.

All in all, Yamos's statement that he planned to rise to this level of combat power within a year and a half shocked them.

"It's very difficult." Luo commented. He said it was difficult but it was just a euphemism. In fact, everyone didn't believe that Yamos could do it.

Just like no one believed that Lezein could tie with Amos a year later.

"We must do it no matter what." Yamos naturally knew that everyone did not believe it, and he himself did not have absolute confidence. If he had absolute confidence, it was just arrogance and ignorance. "Dolat still remembers that I invited Rock Shriver Did you make any predictions at that time?”

"What" happened so long ago that Dolat can't remember it.

"At that time, I predicted when the world-class summit battle would take place." Yamos said, "I said eight or ten years at the time. If you change it, it would be [-], or [-] at most. .”

"I'm a little impressed by what you said." After Yamos said it, Dolat recalled something.

Yamos turned his head and looked at the calm sea. No one could understand him, never before: "But next year, it is very likely that we will be the first to launch a huge battle. Its level will be the same as the battle I predict in the future. Likewise, it can also be called a war on top."

"Wait a minute, are you saying that a world-class war is likely to break out next year? Your prediction is too early," Dorat asked.

"It's not the one I predicted. The one I predicted will overturn the whole world. The one next year will only change the pattern of the sea." Yamos sat on the beach. The beach was wet. He didn't take it seriously. "The first A war is our chance to take off. At that time, we will move to the bright side and become a force that can compete with the world government. But if we want to do this, I must be strong enough to fight against the general, otherwise, we No matter how much we develop, we will still be unable to fight back against general-level combat power."

"So there will be a second war on top." Luo's thinking was relatively clear.

"Of course, that is the battle that will determine the entire world, as well as our life and death, and will also affect the entire world, causing the entire world to be engulfed by war." Yamos' eyes were deep, as if he had already seen the scene that day, "Either we are there The world will die in the throes of war, or the world will be reborn in Nirvana in this unprecedented and massive battle."

Faintly, Dolat, Luo, Lezein, Hawkins, and Cavendish all felt the smoke-filled smell in advance.

"The first summit war will determine whether we can seize the opportunity to take off, and determine our chances of defeating the World Government in the second summit war." Yamos said slowly, his words uncontrollably filled with excitement. Exuding despair.

The insignificance and powerlessness to challenge the world, but mixed with the determination to die.

"I will become stronger in the next year, and I will continue to become stronger in the next three years. This is why I will try my best to be as strong as Porusalino no matter what." Amos looked at the sea.

Suddenly a gust of sea breeze blew and their clothes rustled.Faluru was a little impatient, and Cavendish pulled the reins to comfort Faluru.

"Hey." Yamos laughed. He turned his head and glanced at the five people, then continued to face the sea.

Exactly the same as back then.

"Do you have the urge to conquer the sea?"

On a sea in the new world

The Moby-Dick, whose bow resembles the head of a giant white whale, gallops on the sea. This mother ship accompanied the crew to create this era called Whitebeard.But now their hull is slightly damaged, which means that they have just experienced a painless naval battle.

On the vast deck of the Moby-Dick, everyone was sharing the spoils.

The tall man sitting on the huge chair on the deck is full of majesty. This man is none other than the most powerful man in the world today, the white-bearded Edward Newgate who wrote the era in his own name.

A hanging bottle was hung on his body, and a naginata matching his physique was placed beside him.Seeing his children sharing the spoils, he said nothing and just smiled at the scene.

"Oh, there is actually a Devil Fruit." A pirate exclaimed, then held up a Devil Fruit in his hands.

The pirate next to him said: "Captain Sachi grabbed that."

There is a rule in the Whitebeard Pirates that whoever grabs the loot will get it.This Devil Fruit was snatched by Thatch, the captain of the fourth division of the Whitebeard Pirates, during the battle, so it naturally belonged to him, and no one else complained.

The pirate obediently handed the devil fruit to Sachi with both hands.

Sachi, who had a Pompadour hairstyle, wore white clothes and a yellow scarf, took his trophy with a smile: "Thank you. Hey, Ace, look at my trophy."

"Hey, what's there to see?" Fire Fist Ace, who was wearing an orange cowboy hat and sitting bare-chested and bored, curled his lips.

In every battle for so long, Ace has always been the one at the front, and he is also the one least interested in the spoils.

Thatch was too busy fighting to take a good look at the Devil Fruit before. Now he looked at it and found that this one was similar to the ones he had seen before. It had spiral patterns and a dark purple appearance: "Do you think I should eat it?"

"It tastes terrible." Ace said with a bad look on his face.

Thatch didn't intend to eat it now, so he put the devil fruit back in his room.

On this day, everything on the Moby Dick seemed as ordinary as usual. Everyone ignored a pair of eyes full of desire, which were hidden in the corner and greedily peeked at everything.

"Hey Tiqi, you stole this string of jewels, take it away," another pirate shouted while the pirates were dividing the spoils.

"Ah, thank you." A middle-aged black-haired man with a rough appearance, thick hair on his body, and a tall, grinning mouth with a few teeth missing, trotted over, took his trophies and thanked his companions.