Chapter 58 I’m Not Strong Enough

On the Black Market Island, the killings continued, and many pirates were so blinded by wealth that they did not notice that the main members of the Demon Pirates, the caller of the operation, had quietly retreated.

"Are you all ready?"

Standing on the plywood, looking at the black market island where blood and fire were intertwined, the madman had a sarcastic smile on his face.

"Master Madman, almost everyone else is back, but Master Viper has not shown up yet."

"What, that guy hasn't come back yet?"

Looking back, under the firelight, the fanatic's face became even more gloomy.

"Yes, yes, Master Madman."

"Hmph, what on earth is that guy doing? Is he dead?"

Naturally, the little pirate next to the madman did not dare to accept these words.

"Forget it, just wait a little longer."

Forget what he said before, although he hates the Viper guy, he still recognizes his strength. According to the intelligence of their Demon Pirates, there is only one blood lion in the third level on the Black Market Island, Viper. Even if he can't defeat the Blood Lion to save his life, there's still no problem, not to mention he doesn't think that the Viper can't defeat the Blood Lion. In such a situation, he can't just abandon the Viper. After all, the Viper is the third in command of the Demon Pirates and is the young master. Some have third-level combat power.

On the sea, while the Demon Pirates were waiting for the return of the poisonous snake, a fleet composed of warships and armed merchant ships set sail from Memphitos Military Port, aiming directly at the Black Market Island.

Phew, three huge scarlet fireworks exploded over the port of Memphitos, immediately attracting the attention of the observers of the Demon Pirates.

"Lord Madman, Memphitos' spies have sent a signal. The city guards have been dispatched. The level of danger is high."

"Yeah?"

Looking back at Memphitos who was hiding in the darkness, the fanatic looked a little more solemn. Although his nickname was the fanatic, he was actually a cautious person.

"Maybe we should go."

Although the operation went smoothly, he never dared to underestimate the power of the kingdom's officials.

"But what should Master Viper do?"

Bracing himself, the little pirate still asked this question.

"Everyone must be responsible for their own actions, just like poisonous snakes. Our mission for this trip has been completed. We don't have any intention of staying any longer. We just need to report it truthfully when we get back. I will take any responsibility."

"Yes, Master Madman."

"Inform all ships to weigh anchor."

As the madman's order was issued, the ships belonging to the Demon Pirates started to move. However, at this moment, the pirates who were standing on the observation deck to observe the surrounding situation suddenly discovered that a small black dot flew from the Black Market Island. come over.

"What is that thing? It's a person."

There were exclamations, and the observer realized that the little black dot was a person.

Jingle bells, warning bells are rung, and all pirates are alerted.

Bang, bang, bang, the sound of air explosions came. At this time, the pirates discovered a figure stepping on the air, walking towards them step by step at a speed that seemed slow but fast.

Bang bang bang, gunshots rang out, and islands kept shooting at the figures in the air. Unfortunately, the accuracy was poor and the distance was a bit far.

Bang, there was a sound when it landed, and the tall body with white beard appeared on the Fanatic.

His eyes were like lightning, and invisible pressure spread from Whitebeard's body.

"You must be a fanatic."

As soon as his eyes changed, Whitebeard locked onto the fanatic.

"Who are you?"

The fanatic looked solemn, and he quietly raised all his strength. He felt a serious threat from Whitebeard, and he might die if they fought.

"It seems that you are the one, so please die. This is the father, oh, no, it is the young master's request."

Whitebeard's voice was still strong, but there was an air of indifference, as if what he wanted to do was not to kill a person, but to trample an ant to death.

"Are you kidding? Although you are very strong, I..."

Bang, before he could finish his words, the madman's body flew backwards.

"Ahem, so fast."

Holding his stomach, coughing blood from the corners of his mouth, and reluctantly getting up from the deck, the fanatic looked at the white-bearded figure not far away with a trace of imperceptible madness in his eyes.

"It's really powerful. It's worth fighting to the death against a guy like you."

As the low words fell, a strange aura came from the madman's body, making people feel fear unconsciously.

"Let's go, the madman boss is going crazy."

Experienced pirates immediately stayed away from the area after seeing the state of the madmen. Once they entered such a state, the madmen would kill without hesitation and would not stop until they were killed. Once they were involved, even their own people would be killed. All will be killed.

Crash, clang, and inexplicable sounds of metal collision sounded, and the temperature around the fanatic suddenly increased.

"Is 30% of the power really too weak?"

Ignoring the changes in the madman, Whitebeard stared at his right fist tightly, falling into self-doubt.

"go to hell."

The outer clothes turned into flying ash silently, and the madman was wrapped in red chains, leaving only a pair of scarlet eyes exposed.

"I will use my full strength this time."

Looking at the madman who was radiating high temperatures and distorting the surrounding air, Whitebeard said seriously.

Bang, he stepped hard and the madman launched an attack.

Madness defeats reason. At this moment, the madman has only one idea, and that is to kill.

The madmen who enter the crazy state are the strongest. Both their speed and strength are much stronger than normal, not to mention the weird high temperature.

Phew, his figure was like electricity, setting off a wave of heat, and the figure of the madman appeared in front of Whitebeard in an instant.

Crash, jingle, an inexplicable metallic sound sounded again, the chain grew, and the madman's right hand formed a red iron fist the size of a basketball.

His expression remained unchanged, and the domineering spirit that was compatible with the furnace's fighting spirit emerged and hardened. It was said that with all his strength, Whitebeard would not hold back.

Phew, the two fists, one big and one small, one red and one dark red, hit each other hard.

Click, the strong air waves set off by the collision spread from the surroundings of Whitebeard and the fanatics, and even the mast was destroyed. As for the pirates who were unfortunately affected, they could only breathe their last breath inexplicably.

Bang, after a brief stalemate, the madman was unable to hold on anymore and was punched out by Whitebeard.

After hitting the side of the ship hard, the madman remained motionless, as if he was dead, but the scarlet red in his eyes did not dim.

"Not dead yet?"

Frowning, Whitebeard couldn't help but look at his fists again. Just like his father said, I am indeed not strong enough. I need to work hard, work hard, and work hard.

Crash, ding, bell, at this moment, the inexplicable metallic sound sounded again. The madman whose internal organs were shattered in the collision and who had no idea how many bones were broken actually stood up again.