Pirate's Strongest Passerby

The cracked earth, disconnected ravines, rushing seawater, Marineford was divided into four pieces, and the battlefield was in chaos!

Screams and wails, corpses strewn across the field, and rivers of blood!

Countless people fell into the ravine and were swept into the sea by the waves. Looking from a distance, the broken Marineford looked like a few oars floating on the sea.

Someone climbed up from the ravine, feeling at a loss as he looked at the cracked ruins around him, his eyes full of shock.

The cracks in the sky are getting worse and worse, just like the Milky Way in a starry night, except that this Milky Way is not decorated with colorful stars, only endless depth and desolation!

It was like a huge devil's cave, emitting whistling and whimpering sounds, miserable and deserted, and strange and unpredictable. There was also a trace of purple electricity entangled in it, blackening half of the sky.

"What is that?!" Warring States looked solemn. The cracks in the air gave him a very uneasy feeling, and his eyelids jumped: "It doesn't seem to be caused by the collision of airflow... Damn it, what is this uneasiness about!"

"Did they lose to passers-by?" Garp muttered in a low voice, his expression straightened, and his eyes moved upward: "Immeasurable guy, can one person be worth the entire navy?"

All the masters present seemed to feel something, and their eyes moved to the sky at the same time, only to see a figure standing in the sky.

That figure seemed far away and yet very close. It seemed that as long as he stood there, he would be clearly separated from the whole world, and no one could ignore his presence.

He was very calm, breathtakingly calm.

Just like a storm that has been brewing in the sea for a long time, there is a moment of calm just waiting for that moment to explode.

However, once it breaks out, it will destroy the world!

Someone's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he uttered a difficult voice in his throat: "Passenger..."

If Garp Sengoku and others who are on different sides can feel hostility and contempt from passers-by at this moment, then Whitebeard, who is a pirate, can also feel the skin-tingling aura coming towards his face.

.

This breath is unusual and even more incredible.

Even though Whitebeard had cultivated his armed domination to the extreme, he still couldn't withstand the sharpness of this aura, which sent chills down his spine.

Most of the people on the field below the rank of lieutenant general and captain were directly scratched by this extremely fierce aura, and the weapons they held in their hands suddenly broke into pieces after a few soft groans.

"Did the generals just fight this kind of monster?" Someone in the navy said in horror: "This kind of monster's combat power... Even if we use all our strength, we can't defeat it at all!"

Although they were initially surprised that the passers-by could match the navy's highest combat power, most of the navy were not familiar with the passers-by's strength. Most of them were still thinking about the defeat of the passers-by at the Battle of Mogu Town by General Qing Pheasant.

hand.

No matter how strong the passers-by are, they will never be able to defeat the three generals working together.

This is their idea, and even the idea of ​​Whitebeard Garp and others.

Whitebeard didn't expect the passers-by to defeat the three generals. For him, as long as the passers-by could pester the three generals for a few hours, he would have a high degree of confidence in rescuing Ace.

What he didn't expect was that the passers-by not only entangled the three generals as promised, but also defeated them.

This kind of combat power can no longer be measured by the word monster.

"Are the generals defeated?"

Thunder suddenly broke out, black clouds surged, day seemed like night, and the halo of light made everyone's faces pale.

High in the sky, a thin figure stood in the sky, indifferently scanning the people below and looking at everything.

Drake and Enelu couldn't help but be surprised by the figure standing in the sky. The aura at this moment was not as lazy and friendly as before, but more unfamiliar and fierce.

He seems to be still him, but not like him.

Ever since he surrendered to Chu Feng, Anilu has looked up to Chu Feng, knowing that he is powerful and unattainable.

After arriving in Qinghai, Anilu practiced privately, strengthened his physical skills, and made up for his shortcomings. Today, he is stronger than before.

He originally thought that as he got one step closer to Chu Feng, he would be able to become Chu Feng's right-hand man, but it was only now that Anilu realized that the strength shown by Chu Feng was just the tip of the iceberg.

"Great God Sang actually has this kind of strength..."

The smell coming from the sea made me feel stressed before, but when I faced this breath in front of me, Enelu felt as if I was in a quagmire.

Even though he knew that Chu Feng's aura was not directed at him, the stinging feeling was still extremely strong.

After looking down calmly for a while, Chu Feng's body suddenly fell straight down, shaking the ground and causing billowing dust like smoke and haze.

The attention of the four sections was all focused on Chu Feng. They knew that his strength was terrifying and unpredictable, but their feet seemed to be rooted in the ground and could not be moved by force.

His Adam's apple was crawling, cold sweat was running down his palms, his face was full of fear, but he didn't dare to look away.

There was silence on the field, and the footsteps coming from the dusty haze seemed to have a magical power, making them breathless.

At this time, the morale of the navy was in chaos, and they suddenly wanted to retreat. Seeing this situation, the Warring States Period knew that the threat from passers-by was already greater than that of Whitebeard...the Whitebeard Pirates.

He asked the two nearby vice admirals to keep an eye on Ace, and then walked a few steps forward, standing on the high platform of the ruins, looking at the passers-by who were approaching step by step, and at the messy Marineford with every soldier's face

Various expressions flashed across his face, including unbearability, pain, struggle... and finally turned into a touch of determination:

"Passers-by...if you stop here, I am willing to return Fire Fist Ace to you."

His voice was loud and clear, and everyone present could hear it clearly.

For a moment, everyone on the field had different expressions.

Garp looked at Sengoku with an expression of disbelief. For this colleague and friend, Garp knew very well the pride of Sengoku. Sengoku had been in the navy for decades and had been working hard and defeating countless enemies. He almost died several times but never bowed to the pirates.

…

But now, Sengoku actually took the initiative to seek peace with the pirates, even returning Fire Fist Ace who was about to be publicly executed.

The navy was all stunned, their minds in a state of confusion.

"Boring." Chu Feng said softly.

"What?" Warring States didn't seem to hear, and frowned.

"I said this is really boring." Chu Feng looked at Warring States and said: "It is indeed worthy of praise for letting me use some power to deal with you. It's just that those three guys finally made me have some fun, but they are really

Too rough."

Everyone on the field was stunned and didn't understand what Chu Feng meant. Chu Feng didn't pay attention to them and continued: "Whitebeard, Garp, Warring States... Speaking of which, you are all legendary figures. Many people in this world treat you badly.

You are intimidated by your reputation. No matter whether it is good or bad, it can be said that you are all the leaders of an era."

"The Navy developed the Sixth Form of the Navy, which is a clever way to push the human body beyond its limits... However, no matter how strong your physical skills are, there are only a few who can withstand my blows... The same is true for the three generals of the Navy, and the same is true for Whitebeard.

."

"I'm a little disappointed. The navy obviously has the highest combat power, but why can't it withstand my attack?"

Although he had anticipated the gap between others and himself, the feeling that the other party surrendered as soon as he showed some interest made him very unhappy.

He looked at his fists, his face extremely lonely: "Speaking of which, you are still too weak."