Pirates: The Biggest Scum In Marine History

"Although I don't know the reason, after simple sutures and bandages, Darren Commodore's physical condition is already in the process of recovery..."

In the cabin of the warship, the doctor reported to Garp with a puzzled expression.

While speaking, he also sneaked a glance at Marine Commodore, who was lying on the bed with a hanging bottle and fell into a coma again, with a curious look on his face.

"Darren Commodore's physical strength is something I have never seen before in my practice of medicine...His visceral activity, muscle toughness, and recovery ability are all far beyond the standards of normal humans."

"However, Vice Admiral Garp, I suggest that after returning to the headquarters, let the military hospital in the headquarters give Darren Commodore a thorough physical examination as soon as possible... After all, such an injury is indeed quite fatal."

When the last sentence was said, both the doctor and Garp couldn't help but twitch their mouths at the same time.

Fatal wounds...

"Well, sorry to trouble you, Doctor."

Garp nodded, then paused, scratched his head again, and added with some embarrassment:

"That... you know... the old man was just too anxious just now, and he won't really beat you up."

The doctor waved his hands with a smile, turned and left the cabin.

Garp let out a breath of foul air slowly, and looked at the man on the boat with his arms crossed.

"Old man, the route has been confirmed, and it will take about three days to return to the headquarters of Marineford."

Drago pushed open the cabin door and walked in.

He didn't wear a military uniform, but simply wore a large justice cloak, and the wound on his upper body that was cut by Roger had been bandaged up, seeping Madara's bloodline.

Garp said "hmm" and didn't say anything, just looked at Darren calmly.

"What's the matter old man?"

Drago walked over, stood side by side with Garp, frowned and said:

"Didn't the doctor say that Darren's injury has stabilized?"

"The old man is thinking about one thing." Garp looked at Darren with a serious face, and said softly.

"What's up?"

"Why is the old man's son not as good as Darren?"

Drago: "..."

He resisted the urge to curse, forced a smile and said:

"Darren is really good."

He took a deep breath, and a look of emotion flashed in his eyes.

"When I didn't master Haki, I wasn't sure if I would dare to face Roger's knife."

Dorag stared at Darren,

"It's really amazing..."

"North Blue...is there really a monster?"

Garp laughed:

"That boy Sakazuki is indeed good. The chaotic sea in North Blue will indeed breed a large number of ruthless guys. Otherwise, why do you think Sengoku put Kake and Gion in North Blue?"

"At least after coming back this time, their childishness is much less."

"Fortunately, Darren didn't quit at that time."

Conqueror's Haki...

Garp narrowed his eyes.

Seeing his old man scrutinizing a young Marine so seriously, Drago couldn't help but say:

"Actually, I'm not bad, okay, old man..."

As if he remembered something, he made a starting gesture as if offering a treasure.

The index finger and middle finger are close together, the ring finger and little finger are close together, and the five fingers are slightly bent at the same time, like a three-finger "dragon claw".

"This is the latest combat technique I have developed. It is like a dragon's sharp claws that tear everything apart and have a powerful penetrating ultimate move!"

The pitch-black Armament Haki quickly wraps around it, as if giving the dragon's claws an indestructible nail, grabbing hard in the void!

Clap!

There was a sharp crackling sound in the air.

Garp narrowed his eyes, with some approval and approval in his heart, but he said flatly on his face:

"Well, it's okay, but it's a bit fancy."

"Stinky boy, you have to understand that as long as your fist is hard enough, there is nothing in this world that can hinder your steps."

As he spoke, he gestured with his fist.

Drago blushed immediately, arguing:

"This trick was inspired by Darren!"

There are countless strong fighters fighting with fists in this sea, and there is only one Garp who may win the title of "Iron Fist".

"Oh?" Garp raised his eyebrows, and then laughed with a sudden realization.

"It turned out to be Darren's inspiration. No wonder, the old man can tell at a glance that this move is extraordinary... If combined with Armament Haki's second burst, it can cause great destructive power in an instant."

Drago was stunned.

Is this unusual?

Didn't you just say "fancy show" just now! ?

He clutched his heart, turned around with resentment on his face, and walked out of the cabin without saying a word.

Garp looked at Drago's resentful back, shrugged his shoulders, sat on the chair, leaned back against the back of the chair, and crossed his legs comfortably.

He yawned loudly and closed his eyes.

"Dragon Claw Fist... really deserves to be my son."

The corner of his mouth gradually raised a proud smile.

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at the same time.

Grand Line, a sea area.

The sea is calm and seabirds are flying in the sky.

"Damn Garp!! Damn Darren boy!!"

On the rickety Oro Jackson, Roger was as angry as a child, sitting on the ground with a bottle of strong wine in his hand.

Rayleigh, who was leaning on the mast, looked at his captain helplessly and pinched his temple.

"How about the damage to the hull?"

He looked over to Moon Isaac Jr., a guy with a prominent hooked nose - their ship's scientist.

Isaac shook his head and said:

"The hull was damaged by more than 30%. Although it can still sail normally, it is best to find a place to repair it. In addition, the fuel for the air cannon has been exhausted and needs to be replenished as soon as possible."

Hearing Isaac's report, Rayleigh's face became serious.

"King of the North Blue..."

This time, since the Battle of the Valley of the Gods, their Roger Pirates were in the most passive and disheartened situation.

And the most important reason is the Marine named Rogers Darren.

"The method is cruel and shameless... This kind of all-out combat method is simply not like a Marine did it."

Jabba on the side lowered his head and wiped the double axes, and said something suddenly.

As the one who blocked Darren's electromagnetic gun at the critical moment, he is naturally qualified to evaluate.

The target of the electromagnetic gun was not the members of Roger's regiment on the deck, but the hull of the Oro Jackson.

Regardless of insidiousness, cunning, and shamelessness, that Marine's judgment and action are simply shockingly accurate and decisive.

"I took a look. I heard that guy is in North Blue. He is a well-known scum, a scum, and has long been notorious."

Rayleigh smiled wryly,

"A powerful hero and an insidious scum, when the invincible fist has a sharp brain... This combination is really unsolvable."

He and Jabba looked at each other, seeing the seriousness in each other's eyes.

"Hey hey, Rayleigh, Jabba... when are we going to land!?"

At this time, Roger, who was flushed and smelled of alcohol, walked over with a hip flask, smiled and put his arms around the necks of Rayleigh and Jabba, and said with a smile.

Rayleigh and Jabba both covered their foreheads at the same time.

"What's wrong?"

Rayleigh said helplessly.

Roger hiccupped, then seemed to think of something, and said through gritted teeth:

"I'm going to buy a new buckle for my belt...well, plastic!"

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