Chapter 57 If You Can’t Become a Shichibukai, I’ll Kill You
Five seconds later.
Boom!
Moonlight Moria fell from midair to the ground like a cannonball, and the exaggerated impact force smashed a terrifying huge pit with a diameter of 50 meters on the ground.
He spat out a mouthful of blood, and just as he was about to struggle to get up, a shiny black heavy military boot had stepped heavily on his head.
Bang! !
The head and the ground collided intimately again, and the land within ten meters continued to collapse, and large pieces of stone rose up.
Blood gushed out of Moonlight Moria's mouth and nose, and his pupils were almost scattered in an instant.
"If you want to die, of course I have no objection."
Darren stepped on Moria's head and stepped hard into the soil, biting a lit cigar in his mouth, grinning:
"So this time... which arm of yours should I take off?"
He gently exhaled a dragon-like smoke, squinted his eyes as if he was examining something, his eyes were arrogant.
"Oh, by the way, you seem to have only one arm left now."
Moonlight Moria's pupils suddenly shrank.
The way this guy looked at him was like looking at a piece of meat on a chopping board, cold, cruel, and without any emotion.
A piercing chill suddenly surged from the soles of his feet and rushed straight to his head.
"I...I..."
He blushed immediately, hesitating but couldn't finish a sentence.
At this moment, Moria's heart was roaring wildly.
This is not what he imagined!
Shouldn't the original plot be that Darren admired his courage and will, and then simply fought one or two moves, and then invited himself to be the King of the Seven Warlords?
In addition, why did he not "understand" even after being beaten like this! ?
So how did Mihawk "understand"! ?
The flying squirrel next to him looked like I had expected it a long time ago, and sighed helplessly.
You said you had to learn from that brat Mihawk... Now you're beaten up instead.
"Huh? Don't you want to talk?"
Darren raised his eyebrows, as if he was a little unhappy.
"In that case, I'll break your other arm too..."
"No!!"
Moriah was shocked and struggled with gritted teeth.
He only had one arm left now. If even this arm was crippled, he could directly declare his pirate career over.
What new world, what freedom and dreams, what hegemony of the new world... Everything will end completely!
"I'm Gekko Moriah!!"
Gekko Moriah suddenly roared with all his might, his sharp bloody teeth exposed, his expression as ferocious as a devil.
Boom!
A powerful aura suddenly erupted from his body, spreading out as a purple storm.
At the same time, countless shadow bats whistled from the shadows under him, turning into a black death net that surrounded Darren.
Darren frowned, with a flash of surprise in his eyes.
This guy's Conqueror Haki and Devil Fruit ability... are stronger than the first time they fought!
'Forget about Mihawk, that kid is a monster... Now even Moriah, a fat guy, is like this, could it be that I really have the potential to be a master teacher? '
Darren thought helplessly.
His eyes were stern, and he also burst out his own Conqueror Haki, suppressing Moriah's momentum.
He twisted his military boots hard, looking down at Gekko Moriah who was constantly vomiting blood, and said coldly:
"Gekko Moriah, listen carefully..."
"From this moment on, you must become stronger... You must win the title of the Seven Warlords of the Sea!"
"If you can't do it, I will kill you!"
After saying that, Darren raised his foot again and stepped down again without mercy!
Boom! !
The earth was shrouded in smoke and dust.
When the smoke and dust completely dissipated, Gekko Moriah was lying there like a dead dog, completely unconscious.
The corner of the flying squirrel's mouth twitched not far away, and he couldn't help asking:
"You didn't beat him directly, did you?"
Darren smiled and shook his head:
"I did hold back."
Flying squirrel:...
He looked at the muddy Gekko Moriah and muttered in his heart.
'You call this holding back...'
"Besides, if he is unable to recover like this, then the seat of the Seven Warlords of the Sea can be replaced by someone else." Darren said indifferently.
The flying squirrel nodded.
Indeed, this sea has never lacked powerful pirates.
It was not necessary for Gekko Moriah to become the Seven Warlords of the Sea.
After thinking about it, the flying squirrel asked again: "What are you going to do next? The task from the government..."
"Just pretend, anyway, the government doesn't care about those unlucky guys who were killed..."
Darren's mouth curled up a mocking sneer.
"...I even have reason to believe that the Five Elders have now changed to a new list."
Flying Squirrel had no way to refute this.
"But you did remind me that I will get the government's new list in a while."
Darren narrowed his eyes and said thoughtfully:
"If Dover is not on the list, let him execute the plan directly."
Flying Squirrel's eyes suddenly became sharp, and his expression was extremely solemn.
That plan...
Once it is implemented, it will be a big deal!
If it is not handled well enough, it will lead to unimaginable serious consequences.
"I understand."
The flying squirrel clenched his fists and said in a deep voice.
"Don't be too nervous."
Darren smiled and patted his shoulder.
"I'm leaving. I guess I will report to G5 in a few days. This matter can't be delayed any further, otherwise it will be like slapping myself in the face."
"Well..." The flying squirrel nodded. Darren had already announced the matter of entering the New World G5 branch at the graduation ceremony of the training camp.
Although countless accidents occurred along the way, causing this matter to be delayed again and again, so that the public's attention was not on it, but in any case, it would be a mess to continue to delay.
"By the way, there is one thing I don't know how to tell you..."
The flying squirrel suddenly remembered something and whispered:
"Doflamingo added his cadre... Vergo - the guy with food on his face - to the navy."
"I know about this."
Darren laughed.
"You know?" The flying squirrel looked at him in surprise.
Darren's eyes flashed with inexplicable meaning.
"...He will soon become my student."
Flying Squirrel: ? ? ?
Has this guy decided to develop in the long-term on the road of "teaching"?
Seeing his surprised expression, Darren smiled and explained:
"Teacher Zefa is preparing to expand the enrollment scale of the training camp and explore new teaching methods. He invited me to become a special instructor of the training camp."
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Today is a little short, but everyone should understand.
I wish you all a good new year!