Chapter 1951 Battle of the North Sea (95)

"Heh, what a fool you! Just a clown!"

Accompanied by a scornful laugh, the man in the white suit suddenly unleashed a peculiar skill called "Shave".

This is one of the famous Six Styles of the Navy!

In an instant, his body flashed across the sky like lightning, disappearing without a trace at an astonishing speed.

In the blink of an eye, the man in the white suit appeared silently behind the two attackers like a ghost.

Almost simultaneously, the gleaming blade in his hand stabbed towards their vital parts.

A loud clang rang out, as if the entire space trembled.

A dazzling white light shot out from the fingertips of the man in the white suit, crashing into the backs of the two men like a surging wave.

Despite their best efforts to withstand the powerful impact, they were ultimately unable to completely resist such a fierce attack.

I felt a tremendous force strike me, and my body involuntarily staggered forward a few steps, almost falling to the ground.

In just a split second, the white-suited man's astonishing reaction speed left everyone speechless.

This extraordinary agility and fighting instinct undoubtedly prove that he is no ordinary person.

The five elders who stood above, overlooking the battle, were also amazed.

One of the elderly men, named Mazsan, stared at the man in the white suit below, muttering thoughtfully to himself, "Hmm... if I remember correctly, this seems to be that little CP9 kid from over ten years ago, isn't he?"

Satan nodded slightly in agreement.

Then, he began to describe the mysterious figure before him in detail: "Indeed, this man is Rob Lucci. His exceptional talent and potential caught my attention. Therefore, I secretly nurtured him with great care, and after more than a decade, his strength is now showing signs of reaching the level of a general!"

Upon hearing this, the other five elders all showed expressions of surprise.

At this moment, the situation on the field changed again.

The man in the black suit, who had initially gained the upper hand, began to retreat steadily, while his opponent was a man with long green hair and a lithe, cheetah-like physique.

Seeing this, Saint Nasshoulang asked Saint Satan curiously, "Then, who exactly is this green-haired man who is currently suppressing his opponent?"

Saint Satan smiled slightly and calmly replied, "This man's name is Huang Mu, and he comes from the distant South China Sea region. He was discovered by chance by members of our CP0 and gained attention for his exceptional abilities and potential. Later, after my personal persuasion, I successfully recruited him to serve under CP0, where he remains to this day."

"South China Sea? Could it be a spy planted by the revolutionary army?"

Upon hearing this, Maz Saint's expression changed, and he instantly became more alert.

Satan waved his hand, indicating that he had already made his judgment: "Don't worry, this person is not a spy or an inside agent. In fact, he was just an ordinary police officer in a kingdom called Taya in the South China Sea region. However, he was imprisoned by his own government after getting involved in a major case related to a woman. It's worth mentioning, though, that during his time in prison, he unexpectedly displayed strength beyond what ordinary people could imagine. It was precisely because of this that he eventually attracted the attention of CP0 and was successfully recruited into my ranks as a capable lieutenant!"

After saying this, Saint Satan briefly recounted to everyone the past experiences and background of the Wilderness Shepherd.

"If that's the case, then it's acceptable... as long as you keep it in mind!"

Maz Saint nodded in response. Meanwhile, the fierce battle below continued unabated.

Lu Qi's attacks were ruthless, swift, and decisive; in contrast, Huang Mu appeared casual and carefree, even giving the impression of being absent-minded.

They seemed completely unconcerned about the fierce battle before them, and even less concerned about whether they could win.

This scene was observed by the five old men who were overlooking the battle from a high vantage point.

"Judging from the current situation, the outcome of this competition is already a foregone conclusion! Hmm... how about this, let's just send that kid named Lucci to serve in the Navy. After all, he's a trusted lieutenant, and having him in charge would surely be of great benefit in controlling the entire Navy's power and restraining the incoming new Fleet Admiral!"

At this moment, Nassoulang Sheng, who had been silent all along, spoke up.

"That's right, Aramaki is indeed a bit lazy. If he were to become a Marine, we'd probably have another one like Kizaru. Our Marines desperately need a decisive and efficient Admiral right now!"

Mazsan made no attempt to hide his true feelings.

After listening to this, Satan Saint thought to himself: In fact, he was quite satisfied with this young man named Lu Qi.

As an experienced and prudent leader, Satan knew that it was not time to rush things.

So he slowly said, "Hmm, that's a good idea, but we'd better wait until their battle is over before making a decision. After all, these people are all exceptionally strong individuals. If we make a decision rashly and it provokes dissatisfaction and resistance from some people, the consequences could be quite troublesome. Therefore, it's necessary to give them a certain degree of respect and face!"

The other four attendees nodded in agreement.

The world situation is turbulent and unpredictable.

The World Government faces a severe test from various forces—not only must it resist the threat from the Rockefeller Kingdom, but it must also deal with increasingly rampant piracy and a burgeoning revolutionary movement.

In such a difficult time, the World Government finally realized the indispensability of powerful forces and gradually put aside its initial arrogance and prejudice.

Nowadays, world governments are increasingly focused on practical actions rather than empty theories. As long as you have sufficient strength and talent, you will be favored and recruited by world governments regardless of your background.

Conversely, if one only possesses pride but lacks any real ability, one will be ruthlessly eliminated or forced into the opposing camp.

That is why the World Government quickly takes action whenever a new pirate crew with great potential emerges at sea.

Governments around the world typically adopt a strategy of first trying to win over various forces, and then deciding how to respond and deal with the situation based on the specific circumstances.