Pirates: The biggest scum in naval history

"As for Sand...is he a devil fruit user?"

Jiaji couldn't help but frown and asked.

Darren smiled and said:

"Does it matter?"

The smile on his lips was filled with sarcastic coldness.

"No matter who this guy is, he is a provocation to our navy... no, to me."

Jiaji was stunned and said in disbelief:

"Wait, you said this guy is here for you?"

He quickly waved his hand and gave orders to the navy soldiers, and the general asked:

"This is unlikely..."

The warship quickly adjusted its course.

Darren shrugged, raised his hand and hooked his fingers.

A clanging sound,

Two phantom lights, one black and one white, instantly penetrated from the cabin, cut through the void silently, and came to Darren in the blink of an eye, hovering in mid-air.

"It's only been a few days since I raided Ten Thousand Kingdoms? When the entire pirate world is silent, this guy dares to attack the navy arrogantly. Who else could his target be if I wasn't me?"

Darren sneered, stepped on Yama's blade.

"Wait! I'm going too!"

Seeing Darren preparing to go ahead, Jiaji shouted anxiously.

Darren looked back in confusion.

A look of excitement appeared on Jiaji's face, he cracked the knuckles of his fists with both hands and laughed:

"Leave this guy to me."

Darren gave him a suspicious look.

What does this guy want to do?

I saw Jiaji puffing up his chest and saying solemnly:

"I'm keeping my promise...didn't I say it before? I approve of you Darren!"

"If any bastard dares to attack you in the future, I will never spare him!"

Darren burst into laughter.

"Okay, then come up and stand firm."

With Darren's consent, Jiaji looked excited and wanted to step on Yama's sword as well.

He has been very interested in Darren's special way of traveling for a long time.

He stepped on a long knife and flew in the air.

Whether he is strong or not is one thing, the main thing is that he is handsome!

But before Jiaji could get closer, a suffocating murderous aura suddenly jumped out from the blade of the demon sword, forcing the hair on Jiaji's body to stand on end.

Jiaji immediately took half a step back, looking at the long knife with black and purple flame patterns in confusion.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he actually felt the threat of death from this knife.

Recalling the horrific scene of the knife piercing the island that day, Jiaji couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

"Not this one."

"Oh oh oh."

With that said, he walked towards the other sword - Karumi.

"Not this one either."

"Damn it! Then where do I stand!?"

"Don't you have a saber yourself?"

"..."

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New world.

A certain island.

Yellow sand flutters in the wind.

The town seems to have experienced the erosion of time, the surface of the buildings has turned into dry quicksand, and there are ruins and broken walls everywhere.

The navy soldiers fell to the ground in a mess, and many of their bodies were shriveled, as if all the moisture in their bodies had been sucked dry, like mummies, dying.

A domineering young figure sat among the ruins of a collapsed house, with a seriously injured navy stepping under his feet.

The young man had his hair slicked back and his eyes were full of gloom. He was wearing an orange plaid shirt, black trousers, and a black fur coat.

Although he is only seventeen or eighteen years old, the arrogance and coldness between his eyebrows, as well as the mafia boss style of his body, make his overall temperament far more mature than his actual age.

"Damn pirates..."

"Why don't you kill us..."

The dying marines cursed weakly, their eyes filled with unwilling hatred, staring at the guy.

This guy is too strong.

All their attacks had no effect on this guy. The patrol force of two hundred people was defeated in less than three minutes.

But the most irritating thing is that this guy who could easily kill them all in an instant did not choose to take action. Instead, he asked them to ask for help from nearby naval branches and troops!

"Killing you little guys will only waste my energy."

The man sneered arrogantly, and his hands wearing gemstone rings sometimes spread out like yellow sand, rolling up a miniature storm.

The navy's expressions froze, and their faces turned red with anger.

"It's really arrogant..."

At this time, an indifferent voice suddenly came from the distant sky.

Almost as soon as the words were heard, a white phantom light suddenly penetrated the air and swept across the island at an astonishing speed that could not be caught by sight.

Snapped!

The man's entire face suddenly exploded into countless gravel.

next moment,

A tall, cold figure stepped on a black light and landed on the land at high speed from behind the clouds in the sky. A wide snow-white cloak fluttered wildly behind him.

"It's Lieutenant General Darren!!"

"This time the supporter is Lieutenant General Darren!!"

"Great! We are saved!!"

"..."

When the dying navy saw this figure, surprise appeared on their sluggish faces, and they looked at the vice admiral who fell from the sky with admiration.

The gravel flew and twisted in mid-air... and soon gathered into the man's head again.

The moment he saw the Vice Admiral, a flash of astonishment flashed in his eyes, but it soon turned into indescribable excitement and fighting spirit.

"At first I thought it would be a branch lieutenant general... Guhahahaha, I didn't expect it was you..."

The young man slowly stood up from the collapsed house and stared at Darren with burning eyes, making no secret of his ambition as strong as fire.

"But this is better... the "monster" Rogers Darren of the Navy Headquarters!! "The Terminator of Legend"!! "The Uncrowned King of the North Sea"... Guhahahaha!! Before killing Whitebeard, take it Come and practice in advance!!"

Darren tilted his neck, looked at the familiar guy in front of him, and suddenly grinned:

"Isn't it good to be alive, Crocodile?"

This man was Crocodile in his youth.

He has been making great progress from the Great Channel and has entered the new world with overwhelming momentum. He is thinking about launching a challenge to the "World's Strongest Man", the white-bearded Edward Newgate.

"you know me?"

Crocodile's eyes lit up and he laughed:

"Guhahaha, that would be great. It saves you the trouble of introducing yourself."

A highly condensed wind salon volume suddenly formed in the palm of his right hand, which quickly expanded to a scale of more than ten meters.

In an instant, strong winds were blowing, and the splashing yellow sand shot out countless holes in the ground and building walls like bullets.

"Then let's get started!"

Crocodile took a long puff of his cigar, but just when he was about to take action——

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

The pitiful screams of a slaughtering pig suddenly came from the sky overhead from far to near.

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