Chapter 1080 New World War (Bogart's Death)

As Barrett's fist collided with the blade, the surrounding air began to distort and deform, making a sharp whistling sound.

This powerful force impacted the entire island, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

Barrett's attack style was simple and crude. He did not conceal his strength and dominance, and rushed towards Bogart.

He did not use any tricks or techniques, but relied entirely on his own powerful strength to suppress his opponent.

Although Bogart is also a great swordsman, he seems unable to defend himself against Barrett's fierce punch.

Each punch hit Bogart like a hammer, forcing him to retreat again and again.

Bogart tried to resist Barrett's attack, but his body involuntarily retreated backwards.

He felt an irresistible force pushing him forward, making it almost impossible for him to keep his footing.

Scars gradually appeared on the body.

His strength gradually declined.

after one day!

On a deserted island, the figures of Barrett and Bogart still stand there.

The battle between them had lasted for a whole day, but neither side showed any intention of backing down.

The sun was high in the sky, mercilessly pouring its scorching rays onto the earth. The air was scorching hot, and filled with a pungent smell mixed with sand and sweat.

In such a harsh environment, time passed slowly like an hourglass, but for a life-and-death battle, this day was long enough.

At this moment, Barrett was like an indestructible fortress, emitting an incomparable powerful aura from his whole body. There was not even a trace of damage on the surface of his body, and it was intact.

In contrast, Bogart looked extremely miserable. His body was covered with hideous wounds of various sizes, and blood kept pouring out of the wounds, as if red streams were spreading over his body.

His breathing was heavy and difficult, and every gasp was accompanied by great pain, as if it was draining all his strength.

However, even in such a difficult situation, Bogart's gaze remained firm and he used his tenacity and perseverance to interpret what it means to be indomitable.

Although the outcome of the battle seemed to be settled, Bogart did not give up easily and tried his best to change the situation.

But no matter how hard he struggled, the ending was already determined.

Finally, with a dull "thump", Bogart fell to the ground helplessly, with bright red blood gushing out of his body like a fountain, staining the ground beneath him red, as if he was in a pool of blood.

Looking up at the sky, the vision gradually becomes blurred.

Barrett walked over like a ferocious beast, with a strong sense of oppression.

His strong hands grasped Bogart's neck tightly and lifted him up easily.

Bogart's feet were hanging in the air, his face was pale, his eyes rolled back, as if he might lose his life at any moment.

\"Do you regret it?\"

Barrett stared at Bogart with murderous eyes, his voice low and cold.

The corners of Bogart's mouth rose slightly, revealing a contemptuous smile.

Although his breathing had become weak, he still said firmly: \"Sea, pirate!\"

Hearing this, Barrett's originally smug expression froze instantly, and a hint of anger and dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes.

An unknown fire surged in his chest, as if it was going to burn the entire world to ashes.

\"Pirate? I'm not a pirate!\"

Barrett gritted his teeth, suppressed the anger in his heart, and tried to make himself look calmer.

However, his eyes could not hide the anger in his heart.

Bogart did not back down and continued to challenge: "Ha, once a pirate, always a pirate!"

His eyes revealed a determination to face death without any fear.

Barrett's face finally turned completely gloomy, and a cold and ruthless light flashed in his eyes.

\"Pirate, huh? Fine, I'll be that pirate!\"

Barrett said through gritted teeth, holding Bogart's head tightly with his right hand and placing his left hand on Bogart's neck, lifting him horizontally.

His intentions were obvious and everyone could guess what would happen next.

Bogart's body began to struggle violently. His eyes were red, his eyeballs were bulging, and his veins were bulging. He obviously felt the threat of death.

But Barrett did not give him any chance to escape, instead he grabbed his neck even harder.

"Die!"

Barrett's eyes were cold, and he pulled his arms back suddenly with force.

With a muffled sound, a bloody scene happened.

Barrett grabbed half of Bogart's head with each hand and tore his head off from his body alive.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, splattering on the surrounding ground and Barrett's cold face, forming a scarlet blood mist.

Bogart's body fell weakly to the ground, the broken blood vessels and muscles in his neck were still twitching slightly, as if telling the horrific scene that had just happened.

Barrett carried Bogart's head and walked towards the beach, his eyes looking coldly at the warship in the distance.

And Julie, who was on the battleship, realized that Brother Barrett had won since she saw the fighting on the island stop.

As expected, not long after, Brother Barrett came out of the island slowly, carrying that terrifying head and emitting a strong murderous aura, and finally stood steadily on the beach.

"Quick, bring Brother Barrett aboard immediately!"

Julie ordered hurriedly.

Her eyes then fell on Garp, whose mouth was gagged and eyes were bloodshot.

"Old man, this is the consequence of angering our Rockefeller Kingdom. All of you must die!"

Julie said as she glared at Cap fiercely.

However, after hearing these words, the veins on Garp's neck bulged one by one, and his eyes were fixed on Barrett who was holding Bogart's head in the distance. The strong murderous intent almost condensed into substance.

At this moment, the huge warship was slowly approaching the island.

As the distance gradually shortened, Barrett suddenly kicked his legs hard, jumped high like a cannonball, and jumped onto the battleship easily.

His body is strong and agile, like a ferocious beast, with an unparalleled powerful aura.

\"Julie!\"

Barrett swept his cold eyes around and finally landed on Julie, nodding slightly.

At that moment, the coldness in Barrett's eyes seemed to fade slightly, replaced by an imperceptible softness.

However, when his gaze turned to Garp, who was wrapped tightly, weak all over but with bulging veins, his eyes became sharp again.

Garp's eyes were filled with hatred and murderous intent, staring at Barrett as if he wanted to eat him alive.