Pirates: The biggest scum in naval history

The body of Saint Michael, riddled with holes, was suspended in mid-air, the entire spine was still in the process of reorganization and recovery, and the lower body was swaying weakly like a blood-stained rag.

As the black-haired young man raised one hand and clenched his five fingers, purple arcs continued to flow through the flesh and blood of Saint Michael's body, which looked extremely strange.

Move, can't move...

"My body...what did you do?"

The blood on Saint Michael's face faded instantly, and his cracked lips moved.

Darren's words seemed to remind him of something, and he had an extremely uneasy premonition in his heart.

"In fact, since the battle on Filsek Island in the North Sea, I have been thinking about the same question."

Darren's mouth was dripping with sticky blood, and he casually threw the half of the white spine with sticky flesh and blood in his hand to the ground, making a snapping sound.

"What kind of ability is the 'immortality' of the Five Elders..."

"Is it the genetic modification brought by high technology? Or is it the power of their animal-type fantasy beasts? Or is it some kind of power from the outside world?"

"Are they really immortal? Or is it just because I am not strong enough, so I can't kill them completely?"

"So during this period of time, in addition to constantly practicing and becoming stronger, I have not been idle."

His body suddenly shook, and he almost couldn't stand steadily.

"I thought of a few ways."

Darren panted and raised his head, smiling grimly at Michael Saint:

"The first one is naturally to tear you immortal monsters into pieces and blow them alive into blood foam. Now it seems that this is almost impossible... After all, you monsters are not weak, and you are not beasts that can be slaughtered by others... Well, although you are a beast now."

Michael Saint's eyes were about to burst, and fire was almost spitting out of his eyes.

"You're looking for death!!"

He wanted to struggle, his body moved stiffly to resist that force, but as he exerted force, the purple current on his body surface became more and more intense.

Even if he drove the cold flame like Kaido's flame cloud, he still couldn't get rid of that powerful binding force.

Because that strange binding force did not come from the outside world, but from his own body!

"So the first option can be ruled out first. After all, I tried it just now, and this trick didn't work very well."

Darren laughed hoarsely:

"But I found another secret. When your body is destroyed, you can still feel pain... This seems to be different from the Five Elders."

"Their pain, no, it should be said that their reaction to body damage is not as obvious as yours."

"So maybe, to some extent, they are no longer human? This certainly needs further research..."

"But you..."

Darren's eyes were full of teasing.

"Apart from that strong recovery ability, you are still in the normal range. At least when you are seriously injured, your body will become stiff due to severe pain; when the spine is destroyed, as long as it has not recovered and regenerated, it will temporarily lose the control of that part of the nerves."

"This also means that you are not a god."

"You are just a powerful human with amazing recovery ability."

At this time, a dark green hurricane suddenly rolled up behind Darren and soon gathered into a tall figure.

"So you mean, he can be killed?"

Drager looked a little depressed and asked with a slight breath.

There was a knife wound deep enough to see the bone in his abdomen. It can be seen that it was not an easy task for him to kill all three powerful CP0s in such a short time.

While speaking, Dorager raised his hand and a storm swept out. The highly compressed and rotating hurricane enveloped Saint Michael, and the flesh on the surface of the latter's body was immediately cut open, and his body was even more unable to move.

Darren glanced at him and said with a somewhat dissatisfied tone:

"You are too slow."

Darrag argued with a flushed face:

"I was one against three!"

"How about we switch next time?"

"You are right, I was too slow!"

Darren: "..."

He shook his head and his eyes fell on Michael Saint again.

"So... you still... can't kill... me..."

Michael Saint was cut into a bloody mess by the storm, like a bloody ghost, making a hoarse roar.

His voice came out intermittently from the twisted storm, which seemed extremely terrifying.

"I haven't finished yet..."

Darren smiled, raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, took out a wrinkled cigar from his pocket, bit it in his mouth and lit it.

"Since you are still human, I am very curious... Is there a limit to the powerful recovery ability brought by your awakening of the animal-type mythical beast?"

"At least within my understanding, whether it is domineering or the driving of the devil fruit ability, it requires the consumption of physical strength as a basis... Physical strength, or vitality, is the fuel that drives these abilities."

"Then can I understand that as long as your physical strength or vitality is exhausted, your abnormal recovery ability will become ineffective?"

"Seeking truth from facts is my code of conduct... Saint Michael, please be my experimental subject and help me find the answer to this question."

As he said this, Darren hooked his finger.

Electric currents ran through the void, and the strange magnetic field spread instantly.

Between the clouds in the sky, four sharp lights and shadows penetrated the atmosphere one after another.

Tianyu Yuzhan, Yan Mo, Ying Shi, Ku Mu... Four peerless swords burst out with amazing momentum under the impetus of the magnetic field, tearing open the air flow, and constantly passing through Saint Michael's body at an unimaginable speed.

Blood exploded and became blurred in the twisted hurricane.

Saint Michael let out a shrill wail, but could only watch his body being repeatedly pierced by the four swords again and again, enduring this miserable "Ling Chi" punishment.

One minute,

Three minutes,

Five minutes,

...

After ten minutes, Saint Michael's shrill roar and curses had gradually subsided.

Dorag, who was standing next to him, went from being excited at the beginning to a stiff and numb expression. In the end, he looked at Darren with horror.

Looking at Darren smoking a cigar without changing his expression, Dorag was shocked and his eyes twitched.

Darren's methods... How can he be a navy man!

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