Chapter 236 Father's Feeling

Upon seeing this, Torebol and the others exchanged vague glances with each other, and then knelt on one knee on the ground, bowed their heads and said in unison:

“I’ve met Lord Darren Godfather.

This cannot tolerate them not bowing their heads.

The man in front of me single-handedly annihilated the monsters in the fleet of the legendary pirate Golden Lion.

Especially the faint aura of terror emanating from Darren at this moment simply made their hearts beat with fear.

No matter how proud his personality is, he is as humble as an ant in the face of absolute strength, even if he is a giant of the North Sea underworld.

Except for Darren, no one was standing in the huge meeting hall.

A satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

"Very good. I appreciate people who understand the rules."

Darren walked over slowly and stretched out his hand for Doflamingo to kiss the back of his hand.

"You also know that I have been busy recently and rarely come back to Beihai... But now it seems that you have done a good job and managed the underground world of Beihai in an orderly manner. I am very satisfied with this."

Everyone stood up with some fear.

Darren sat casually on the soft leather sofa, lit himself a gilded cigar, and looked at Doflamingo sitting opposite him.

We haven’t seen each other for more than half a year, and Doflamingo has grown up a lot.

Compared with the little boy when he first came to Beihai, Dover has now grown into a young man.

She has messy short blond hair like a crown, sharp facial lines, and a height of almost 1.8 meters. There is a faint domineering and gloomy look between the eyebrows of the dark emperor of the future world.

And in the perception of seeing and hearing the domineering power, this kid's aura also became a lot stronger.

Darren felt a little emotional about this.

What I have to admit is that Doflamingo is indeed the Chosen One. In terms of talent alone, he is definitely far superior to the Flying Squirrel.

If he hadn't given the Thunder Fruit to the Flying Squirrel, it would have been extremely difficult for him to suppress the ambitious Doflamingo in the North Sea.

You know, the flying squirrel has its own teachings and guidance.

And what about Doflamingo?

He is surrounded only by Torebol, a group of crooked melons and jujubes who only know how to flatter him. The fact that he was able to develop the Thread Fruit to such an extent simply by relying on his own exploration is enough to show his extraordinary talent.

"Godfather...you are coming back to Beihai this time..."

While Darren was sizing up Doflamingo, the latter was also carefully trying to figure out the latter's thoughts, and asked tentatively.

Darren smiled and said:

"If you have nothing to do, can't you come back and see my godson?"

He blew out a smoke ring from his mouth and sighed with some emotion:

"To be honest, Dover, as your godfather, I am indeed not very qualified... and my teachings to you are far from enough."

"When I come back this time, in addition to handling some military affairs of the North Sea Fleet, I just want to make up for my regrets."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone present was stunned.

Doflamingo said doubtfully:

"Godfather, you mean... you want to guide my practice?"

Darren said helplessly:

"That's right... As my godson, if you are too weak, it will make me look incompetent."

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Ten days passed quickly.

This day.

A desert island in the North Sea.

Two figures glided quickly through the sky one after the other.

"That's it, use silk threads to hook the clouds and pull your body, so that you can have the ability to fly in the sky!"

Darren, who was riding a streamlined metal skateboard, put his hands in his pockets and quickly retreated, teaching Doflamingo with a relaxed expression.

"Keep your body balanced as much as possible, otherwise you will expose a vulnerability to the enemy when lines alternate with each other!"

Darren had a smile on his lips and watched Doflamingo's slightly clumsy movements with interest.

Compared to Darren's extremely flexible movement in the sky, Doflamingo's movements seemed more rigid, his figure stumbled, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

"What an amazing talent...I basically mastered the air path in less than an hour..."

Darren squinted his eyes to observe Doflamingo's movements. As time passed, he gradually discovered that the latter's skills were becoming more and more proficient, so he hooked his fingers.

Uh-huh!

A flash of silvery cold light suddenly roared from the distant sky and shot towards Doflamingo.

Doflamingo's pupils suddenly contracted.

Feeling a sense of crisis, he subconsciously waved a claw.

Keng! !

Several transparent silk threads intercepted a silver-white long sword, and the two collided with each other and produced large sparks.

"This is……"

Darren said with a half-smile:

"Now we have to increase the difficulty."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ryo Kuai Sword Kari Kai suddenly disappeared and turned into a sword shadow that filled the sky, densely covering Doflamingo.

Doflamingo's expression changed drastically and his movements sped up a bit.

While he popped out invisible threads from his fingers and held the floating white clouds, moving high in the sky like a swing, he also had to deal with sharp swords shooting from various weird angles from time to time. The pressure suddenly increased!

Cordron's attack was too fast, and soon there were wounds cut by sharp swords on Doflamingo's body. The blood gushed out, dyeing the white shirt and pink feather coat red. .

On the island, Torebol and the others watched with shock as their young master was injured, and they were anxious, but they could do nothing but stare.

In their hearts, they could only pray that the "King of the North Sea" could control the strength well, instead of taking the opportunity of guiding the training and finding an excuse to "accidentally" kill their young master.

"What's wrong, Dov... Is this all you can do?"

Darren leisurely lit a cigar, put his hand in his pocket and looked at the blond young man who was trapped in a dead end, deliberately mocking:

"Passive beating is not your style."

"I'm standing here now... or can't you even beat my knife?"

Doflamingo's eyes suddenly turned red under his sunglasses, and he gritted his teeth and roared:

"Damn it! Shut up!!"

A large piece of silk thread spread out in his hand like a spider web, enclosing the oncoming sword and binding it tightly.

The next moment,

Doflamingo pulled the silk thread violently, and with the feather coat flying, his figure suddenly shot out from the original position, and in the blink of an eye he came to Darren's sky.

"I'm Doflamingo!!"

Five fingers slashed fiercely!

"Send the rogue line!!"

Swish! !

Five extremely sharp silk threads pierced Darren's skin directly and stuck deeply in his steel-like muscles.

A few drops of blood splashed up and fell on Darren's face.

He finally laughed.

"Very good, I can finally break my physical defense."

A thick white smoke came out of his mouth, and the figure of the commodore disappeared like a ghost.

Doflamingo was stunned.

Before he could react, a black military boot had been infinitely enlarged in the reflection of his pupils.

Boom! !

Doflamingo fell into the island like a cannonball, blasting a shocking hole.

"Dover!!"

"Are you okay!?"

"Young master!?"

Trebol and others ran over with pale faces, trying to help Doflamingo, who was covered in blood, but the latter shook his hand away.

Gasping for air, the wounded Celestial Dragon boy knelt in the deep pit, raised his head and stared at the tall figure falling from the sky, blood dripping from his body.

The man walked towards him step by step.

The tall and majestic figure seemed to cover the sun, and the huge shadow enveloped Doflamingo.

He slowly stretched out his hand.

Looking at the hand slowly reaching out to him, a trace of fear flashed in Doflamingo's eyes under his sunglasses.

The hand gently rubbed his hair.

Doflamingo was stunned.

"You are growing up very fast, you are worthy of being my proud godson, Dov."

The man smiled and said:

"Keep growing, become stronger."

"Only when you become strong enough... can you kill me, right?"

After saying this, before Doflamingo could react, Darren stepped on the skateboard, and the figure whizzed up and disappeared in the distant sky in the blink of an eye.

The deserted island suddenly became dead silent.

"Do, Dofu?"

Trebol looked at Doflamingo who was kneeling there motionless and cautiously, and tried to speak.

Doflamingo's eyes were dazed for a moment, and he came back to his senses in an instant.

He supported his knees with difficulty and stood up from the ground.

A trace of blood slid down from his forehead and gathered on his chin.

But he still stared blankly at the direction where Darren disappeared in the distant sky.

"You say... why did that guy teach me so patiently and help me improve my strength..."

Doflamingo clenched his fist unconsciously.

In just ten days, Darren's teaching was better than his training in the past six months!

And it can be confirmed that the man did not hide anything.

He really spared no effort to help himself develop the devil fruit, improve close combat skills, and even some secret training methods in the navy training camp, which he generously taught to himself.

"Doesn't he... know that I've always wanted to kill him?"

Doflamingo's eyes were full of confusion and bewilderment.

Trebol and others fell silent after hearing this.

As bystanders, they saw clearly the progress of their young master in the past few days.

To be honest, they didn't know why the man did this.

"Forget it, go back."

Doflamingo shook his head, regained his former coldness and majesty, and said lightly.

But I don't know if it was an illusion,

Deep in his heart, even he himself was unwilling to admit that...

When the man ruffled his hair, he actually felt a kind of warmth and support from his cowardly and incompetent biological father...

He had never felt before.

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