Pirates: The biggest scum in naval history

A magnificent blood-red sword beam, like a huge waning moon, swept across the land of Infinite Hell.

The vast air wave set off a spiral hurricane, sweeping away dozens of criminals around.

Swish!!

The blood-red sword beam, with its unstoppable momentum, instantly submerged Darren's figure, and advanced forward for hundreds of meters before running out of energy and dissipating into countless light spots.

For a moment, the criminals who were fighting froze in their places and took a breath of cold air.

Wherever it passed, a deep cut lay on the ground.

At the end of the cut, the black-haired young man kept the posture of grabbing forward with one hand, and the black three-finger dragon claw emitted bursts of white smoke due to overheating.

The clothes on his upper body had been shredded by the fierce impact of the airflow, hanging on his body like rags, revealing his angular muscles and the not-so-deep blood mark on his chest.

"Break, break the defense!"

"This sword...finally broke the defense!"

"..."

Seeing the bloodstain on Darren's chest, the criminals were stunned at first, and then cheered in ecstasy.

It turned out that it was not that Darren's physique was so strong that no one could break it, but that their strength was not strong enough!

However, facing the "effect" of this sword, "Lonely Red" holding a blood-red umbrella could not help but frown.

Something is wrong.

It's too wrong.

He knows better than anyone what kind of cutting power his swordsmanship has.

At such a close distance, coupled with the entanglement of armed color domineering, it can only leave such a shallow wound on this kid?

Tick.

A drop of blood dripped from the cut on the chest to the ground, but Darren's mouth gradually raised a crazy arc.

"It's really a sharp slash, if the force can be stronger..."

The sudden strong wind suddenly interrupted his words.

In the blink of an eye, Redfield's figure had disappeared from the spot and appeared in front of Darren at the same time.

Darren's pupils shrank slightly.

This guy's speed... is several times more weird and mysterious than the guy nicknamed "Ghost" just now, and even made his nerves unable to react!

"No problem."

Redfield's faint voice fell, and the blood-colored umbrella broke through the air and fell again!

Zizizizizizizi...

The black lightning lingered on the umbrella, dragging the beautiful disillusionment streamer.

Swish! !

A column of blood exploded on Darren's chest and shot out.

The bright red blood scattered in the air, and Magellan's face turned pale, and his mind was shaken violently.

Darren staggered back a few steps in a daze, his hands drooped naturally and weakly, his eyes were a little blank, as if he couldn't accept everything in front of him for a while.

"I must admit that you have indeed trained your body to an incredible level, far beyond the scope of my understanding."

Redfield looked calmly at Darren who was standing there motionless, and said slowly:

"The indestructible physical defense, the terrifying power beyond the giants, the explosive power and nerve reaction comparable to thunder... plus the fierce and domineering physical skills, there are very few people in this sea who can fight with you."

"But you seem to have forgotten one thing, kid."

"The strength of strength does not lie in simply piling up abilities, but in how to combine and apply your various advantages in a way that best suits yourself."

"Devil Fruit, domineering, physical skills, swordsmanship... these are all external means, and the real power that controls all of this should be the power of the "heart."

After saying this, Redfield shook his head, shook off the blood on the umbrella, turned around and walked slowly towards his cell again.

"Go back. You are a student of Zefa and Garp. For their sake... I won't kill you this time."

"As for this Push City, I will leave, but not today."

The criminals next to him slowly dispersed and made way for him.

But their eyes were wandering, as if they were unconsciously drifting towards the door leading to the fifth underground floor.

"...Actually, you also forgot one thing, old ghost."

Just as the criminals exchanged glances with each other and wanted to sneak away, a low voice sounded again.

Redfield paused.

"Oh?"

The corners of his mouth gradually raised an arc.

Darren raised his head and tore the tattered clothes on his body, revealing his upper body with scars.

He reached out to wipe the blood on his chest, and then licked it in his mouth.

A kind of joy and madness from the heart bloomed on his face.

"Isn't the strength strong enough? Could it be that it's simply because the accumulated abilities are not strong enough?"

Redfield was stunned.

The red light surged in the depths of his pupils, and his face changed slightly. It was clear that he had seen an incredible future.

The next moment——

Zizizizizizi!!

The violent and raging lightning, like a surging blue flame, wrapped Darren's body and burned vigorously!

The magnificent air wave spread out immediately, and in the gradually solidified eyes of the criminals, Darren's muscles began to emit a faint red light.

"Magnetic field rotation·Low frequency·10%!"

At the moment when his knees sank, Darren's mouth corners lifted up, hot air flowed out of his mouth corners, and his upper body leaned forward slightly like a beast.

Then——

Boom!

Like a jet rocket, Darren's figure suddenly shot out from the spot.

There was no high-speed movement skills, no so-called domineering drive, only the pure and extreme... physical explosive power!

Roar! !

The turbulent airflow roared through the passage of infinite hell.

The criminals couldn't see anything clearly at all. They only felt that something flashed in front of them, and the storm it rolled up forced them to retreat step by step, with a horrified look.

Redfield's face changed drastically.

The smile on his face, which had been quite decent and elegant from the beginning, finally couldn't hold it back at this moment.

"How could it be!?"

The red light representing the domineering power of observation that predicts the future flashed in his eyes at a very high frequency.

At this moment,

Dozens of completely different pictures suddenly appeared in his mind.

That was the scene where Darren punched him like a meteor from dozens of completely different angles!

This means...

A layer of fine cold sweat oozed from Redfield's forehead. He gritted his teeth, and when the red light surged to the limit, he suddenly turned around and slashed a sword in a certain direction of the void!

Clang!

Boom! !

As sparks burst, violent airflow exploded.

With a snort, Redfield was knocked back hundreds of meters by the impact of Darren's punch, plowing two long grooves on the ground.

But he didn't care about anything at all. Looking at the face in front of him, he was stunned and whispered:

"Your speed... exceeds the future!?"

"No, it just exceeds the future you can see."

Darren grinned:

"Then now... let me see the power of your so-called "heart"."

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