The chaotic journey that a pirate begins

The falling mountain peaks hit the already overwhelmed island heavily, causing a roar.

Dust stirred up again, and the navy who was watching this scene from a distance suddenly collapsed to the ground.

"What the hell"

Some people murmured, "One sword is the best" can be said to be nothing more than this situation.

The naval commander on the warship slammed his fist on the fence and said loudly.

"All hands on deck!!"

Eh?

The sailors on the ship were stunned. The current situation was still unclear. It was not a good plan to rush ashore.

not to mention

"Colonel, this won't put a burden on the lieutenant generals."

"Shut up! I am in charge or you are in charge!"

Scolding, the colonel's face was filled with gloom.

Looking at the islands in the distance, he whispered.

"Don't let anything happen!"

The naval commander is no stranger to the three of them, Garp, Zefa, and Sengoku. As fresh graduates who entered the naval school at the same time, they can even be called classmates.

Although he is not as outstanding as Garp, Sengoku, and Zefa, he relied on his outstanding military exploits and excellent on-the-spot observation ability to become a general-level officer and naval commander in the headquarters in just six years. !

The only thing he knew about Garp and the others was that they were a group of fist masters who rarely used weapons!

Looking at the broken mountain peak not far away, he understood! This blow is definitely not something that any of the three of them can do!

Looking back and looking at the sailors who had begun to put on their equipment, he ordered.

"The only mission! Shoot! Shoot! Keep shooting!!"

Looking blankly at the scene in front of them, Zefa and Zhan Guo were stunned.

After coming back to their senses, the two men's faces began to be filled with gloom. They understood! The winner may have been decided on another battlefield.

This is the most important piece of information. The winner on the opposite battlefield directly determines the final winner of this battle!

It would be easier if it was Garp! With three people on board, the battle will be stable!

but

If it’s a ‘demon sword’

The two looked at each other, and then a look of determination flashed through the depths of their pupils.

Looking at Newgate opposite, they both tore off their tattered clothes.

After shaking the bones of his hand that were still moaning, Warring States whispered.

"It's time to fight!"

"Ah! Of course!"

Looking at the broken mountain peak in the distance, Newgate suddenly smiled, waved the naginata in his hand, turned around, and shouted to Sengoku and Garp.

"bring it on!"

Following the sound, the two of them jumped up and rushed towards Newgate. However, the sprint stopped again the next moment, and gradually the gloom on their faces was almost difficult to conceal.

The movements in Newgate's hands suddenly stopped, he twisted his stiff neck and looked behind him.

A chuckle.

"It's too late, Dongling."

"Sorry, Newgate."

Holding Garp's body, which was almost split in two, Dongling walked over the dust towards Newgate.

As he whispered, a mouthful of blood suddenly spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Squatting on the ground, he stretched out his hand and gently wiped the corners of his mouth.

On the exposed upper body, deep fist marks were sunken into it.

Newgate could tell that the ribs on Dong Ling's chest were probably almost shattered.

Should I say I'm lucky to be able to stand here?

"Demon Blade!"

Zefa, who was standing on the opposite side, hissed, staring at Garp who didn't know whether he was alive or dead next to Dongling, clenching his fists tightly, but slowly loosening them.

Dongling's participation in the war and Garp's life and death are unknown. It is no exaggeration to say that it is the most critical situation for Warring States and Zefa.

Putting Garp on the ground, Dongling slowly stood up.

Looking at the topless Zefa and Zhan Guo opposite him, he took a deep breath and said calmly.

"Don't worry, I don't even bother with such boring things as using hostages. And"

Speaking of this, Dongling chuckled.

"Even if you take Garp as a hostage, I don't think you will let us fight, right?"

After rubbing his still aching chest, Dong Ling stepped forward.

He patted Newgate's strong body beside him and said softly in a low voice.

"Newgate, end the fight as soon as possible."

With a chuckle, Newgate answered.

"Of course, after all, there are still many things to do, and there is no time to waste here."

He shook his right hand, which had regained some consciousness, then hummed softly and looked forward.

"Zefa! Maybe this is the last battle!"

His fists were filled with domineering energy again, and Zefa replied calmly.

"Don't be so pessimistic, it's impossible for them to win!"

First he was stunned, then Warring States laughed, and suddenly his eyes narrowed and he said.

"Yes! It's not necessarily us who lose!!"

"Up! Warring States Period!!"

The distance between the four people was close in an instant. Looking at Zefa in front of him, Dongling cut off the ghost in Dongling's hand without hesitation.

When facing the attack, Zefa can avoid anyone, but for the man in front of him, the past grievances determine that Zefa will never take a step back!

"madness!"

The ghost in his hand cut through Zefa's domineering force wrapped around his fist. The momentum continued unabated, and the blade went downwards again, directly cutting into Zefa's fist bone.

It is undeniable that the four of them have indeed been seriously injured, but Dongling is different from Zefa, Warring States, and Newgate.

The battle between Dongling and Garp was decided by one blow, and he was definitely the most physically capable among the four. To put it bluntly, even if Dongling were to fight one against two, the final result would definitely not be a defeat!

On the other hand, Zefa's physical strength has been greatly reduced due to the long battle with Newgate. With his current body, how can he be Dongling's opponent?

A sword shook open Zefa's fist, Dongling whispered.

"You lost! Zefa!"

A sword was swung out, a cold light suddenly appeared in the air, and Zefa's body was cut deeply by Gui Che.

The blood in his abdomen continued to flow, Zefa fell to his knees on the ground, his pupils filled with unwillingness.

The tip of the sword touched Zefa's forehead and he said lightly.

"Remember what I said to you four years ago."

Seeing Zefa being silent, Dongling said to himself.

"When we left at the port that day, I told you, 'If you can't change your habit of not killing, you will never be my opponent.'"

After saying this, Dongling paused for a moment, as if talking to himself or feeling emotional.

"Zefa, although we are in different positions, you in that position should see some things more clearly than I do."

"So, put away your boring theories."

"Otherwise, you will regret it one day!"

As soon as Dongling finished speaking, Zefa, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly shouted angrily.

"Shut up!! I'm not pathetic enough to need sympathy from a pirate!"

With a slight snort, Zefa closed his eyes and said unwillingly.

"You won! Kill me!!"

Dongling does not have any hatred towards Zefa. Even though their positions were different, Dongling still had a great impression of the man in front of him.

After living in this world for four years, Dongling deeply understands that in troubled times, what is lacking most is not strength, but goodwill!

Even this good intention! Worthless! !

Perhaps Dongling saw a hint of that world in the man in front of him.

Looking towards Newgate, the battle over there has ended, and Sengoku fell in a pool of blood.

It's not surprising, after all, in a two-on-one situation, it can only beat Newgate. It's hard to imagine that the Sengoku will win alone.

With a sigh, Dongling slowly lifted the ghost in his hand.

"Goodbye, Zefa."

"boom!!!"

what happened,

Listening to the inexplicable gunshots and looking at the ammunition that was split by himself, Dongling looked into the distance.

"Shoot! Shoot! Shoot!!"