I, Sakazuki, Will Not Take a Dog Easily

How strong is Akainu now?

In addition, what Zoro overheard just now was the order of practice of the high-ranking generals of the navy, such as the sea building stone training, and the gravity room, which is simply sensational.

With a creak, Enilo opened the door first and entered.

He saluted the burly figure sitting on the sofa and said, "Here we are, Mr. Sa."

Sakaski, who was sipping coffee seriously, was a little surprised when he heard this. He thought that Enilo would call himself by his name in front of the dynamite rock storage.

Now it seems... this kid is very conscientious.

In front of everyone's eyes, it was a burly uncle sitting on the sofa and crossing his legs leisurely.

Like the kind of gamblers who drag chairs and stools in ordinary alleys to find someone to play cards, and like passers-by who can be seen everywhere beside open-air cafes on the street.

He didn't have the knife-like eyes and terrifying aura as rumored, but his whole body was bland.

At one time, it was so dull that it made people feel boring. At first glance, people would ignore it if they didn't keep it neat.

This kind of decadent busy middle-aged people can be seen everywhere, running around all day long for daily necessities.

At first glance, this kind of middle-aged uncle who makes a living can no longer be regarded as mediocre, but mediocre.

There is no extremely strong murderous intent in the legend, and even in terms of momentum alone, Usopp thinks that he may not be as good as the old man who sells fish at the entrance of the village.

He just sat there so quietly, without any prestige at all.

Not to mention what the rumors claimed: the smell of blood that could not be erased no matter how much you washed it off, on the contrary, Sauron, who had a keen sense of smell, smelled the aroma mixed with coffee beans and the smell of cigar smoke lingering around the body of that mediocre uncle.

Well, still a creamy cigar.

This person was sitting on a slightly old sofa. The two ends of the armrests of this supposedly good quality leather sofa had been worn white, and the rest of the leather had faded from the bright vermilion and turned slightly yellow.

From the looks of it, this sofa is quite old.

In this simple house, this ordinary middle-aged man, who has long been regarded as a god and demon by everyone, is savoring the rich-flavored caramel macchiato coffee with bated breath.

With a rough face, the years have silently imprinted the traces of time on his resolute face like a knife and an axe.

The wrinkles at the corners of the eyes and the subtle marks left by the weather-beaten skin on the face quietly reminded him that the hero is getting old.

The Chinese character mustache on his chin made his already fierce face look closer to the wild ones, and his stubble-covered jaw further sculpted his overall mediocre appearance, or in other words, he looked a little downcast.

The inconceivable scars on one side of his cheek and neck may be the only proof that this dull middle-aged man has the status of a veteran.

Of course, it can't be ruled out that he was scratched like this by the fierce old lady at home.

The snow-blue volcanic swirls are dotted with pale pink roses and cherry blossoms, and this has become the focus of Usopp's complaints: "Did we go to the wrong room? There is only one unkempt black society here. Will you be a middle-aged uncle?"

In Usopp's view, apart from his sturdy body and being taller than Luffy sitting on the sofa, this middle-aged man with a slightly old face is simply too ordinary.

Like an old farmer who works at sunrise and rests at sunset, thinking about the one-acre three-point land he is in charge of.

Looking at it in a blink of an eye, the fear on the faces of Lu Fei and others became more and more serious.

But whether it was Sauron or Usopp, even Luffy himself didn't realize that there was anything unusual about this person in front of him.

If it weren't for Luffy who grew up in Marlin Vandor, he was convinced that he would never have identified the wrong person, and the rubber fruit ability almost questioned the identity of the military boss in front of him.

But there is one thing that Luffy, Reiju and the others are sure of.

In this room, the biggest abnormality is normality.

At least five years ago, they could vaguely feel the illusion of being in the crater from the lord of the legion.

Like a volcano that has been dormant for thousands of years, under the illusion of calm, it is tumbling and gestating endless hot magma.

Experts don't even need to compete, they can roughly confirm whether the opponent has real materials from the mysterious sixth sense, the aura hidden in the body, and the sense of knowledge and color perception.

But now, this rather precise way of perception has failed when used on the Lord of the Legion.

The man was sitting right in front of them, there was absolutely nothing wrong with that.

But it gives people the feeling that there is only one afterimage that cannot perceive the entity.

This kind of weird thing is like seeing a ghost in daylight.

The volcano lurking deep in the mountains disappeared.

【is it possible? The kind of big man who stands at the top of the world, in this room, in terms of presence, he is not as strong as Usopp, a big talker who likes to brag? ? ? 】 Sauron secretly muttered in his heart.

The man spoke slowly, and there seemed to be no malice in the words, just a greeting:

"Little Luffy, have you had fun these five years?"

For a moment, the captain, who thought he had experienced a lot of wind and rain, was dripping with cold sweat.

He wasn't stunned by this very common greeting, but the moment the burly man said the word "happy", the monstrous murderous intent erupted from the other party's body in an instant and then retreated in an instant.

Luffy had an illusion in a trance, as if the whole person was placed in a lonely boat, and the raging sea of ​​killings around him almost swallowed him up.

With a clang, it turned out that Sauron was unable to withstand the temptation that fell on him at this moment, so he drew his sword first to resist.

Chlorella suddenly recalled the feeling of falling into an ice cave when he encountered the [Slaughter Weapon] in the East China Sea.

And the words he once asked: How many people have you killed with such a terrifying killing intent?

Now that I think about it, I just feel ridiculous.

Like a frog at the bottom of a well who has never seen the vastness of the sky, it regards the dome-shaped sky at the mouth of the well as its target of admiration.

In the previous instant, he had seen hell.

431. Legion Commander (Bottom Down)

In just a split second, something indescribably terrifying seemed to wake up in this old, ordinary-looking cabin.

And Zha Xie's sea of ​​killing intent swirled in an instant, shrinking again, and turned back into the burly figure of the dull middle-aged man in front of them.

Like a giant whale absorbing water, its monstrous murderous aura is swallowed by an invisible "black hole".

Dissipated into the invisible, only the plain and easy-going atmosphere continues to fill this slightly outdated cabin.

It seems that everything that everyone has experienced just now is just an illusion.

But Zoro knew very well that this was not an illusion. He stared at the ordinary middle-aged man with sharp eyes, as if trying his best to pierce through that ordinary body and penetrate the depths of his soul.

For the swordsman knows,