Chapter 155 Fighting Roger
Suddenly, the darkness was torn apart by a sudden white light.
The pirates were in a panic. They crowded on the deck, their pupils contracted, trying to adapt to the sudden light.
From the remaining sliver of vision, they saw a ray of white light that seemed to have fallen from the sky. It was like a giant sword across the sky, illuminating the entire world clearly and brightly.
In the white light, red and black lightning were like trembling dragon veins, dancing violently around it.
Then,
"boom!!!"
A loud bang came from the sky, and the rolling sound waves almost penetrated the eardrums.
Suddenly, the knife light in front of me became brighter, like the dawn falling from the sky.
No, it is the glory of doomsday.
The pirates were stunned, their mouths wide open. One of them managed to speak, and asked in doubt:
"Do you feel that this thing has become brighter?"
"It seems to be true..."
The other pirates' voices trembled, their hearts filled with ominous premonitions.
At this moment, the pirate captain realized the danger. He was extremely anxious, with a mixture of command and panic in his voice:
"Helmsman, adjust the direction quickly!"
But before his order could be fully conveyed to everyone's mind, the dazzling sword light flashed instantly.
The pirates were in a panic and unable to react. They could only watch their ship being ruthlessly cut in half in that instant.
Half of the ship is sunken, and the other half is empty.
The pirates held on to the railing tightly, trying their best to keep their balance and not fall into the freezing cold sea water.
Faced with the sudden disaster, the captain shouted out his final order:
"Release the lifeboat, or we're all doomed!"
The pirates acted quickly. Although they were panicked, their instinct for survival allowed them to quickly find and lower the lifeboat.
With the sound of "plop, plop" falling into the water, the crew members jumped into the lifeboat one after another, grabbing the last glimmer of hope for life.
On the sea, the lifeboat merged into the night.
The remaining lifeboat carried a group of surviving pirates, drifting in the cold night wind.
The captain held tightly to the edge of the lifeboat, his face pale, his eyes full of memories and reluctance of the past years.
He looked at the ship that was cut in two with confused eyes. It was the result of his years of hard work, but now it had turned into nothing and disappeared in the boundless sea.
He was so heartbroken that he could hardly breathe.
The voice was low and weak, like a whisper squeezed out from deep within the bone marrow:
"Is this the gods fighting and the mortals suffering?"
His words revealed endless helplessness and sadness.
A pirate next to him responded softly, with a faint sigh in his tone:
"We were just passing by..."
In the face of this ruthless attack, these pirates are nothing more than ants.
The other pirates were paying close attention to their companions, exchanging grateful glances with each other, grateful that they were still alive and breathing at this moment.
A pirate touched his chest and whispered:
"Fortunately, we are all gathered in front of the hull, otherwise..."
"Yeah, I thought the loud noise affected my sleep, but if it hadn't been for that noise, we probably would have died."
Another pirate followed suit, his words revealing the helplessness and emotion of being on the brink of life and death.
Then, a young pirate raised a question:
"Have you ever thought about what caused that loud noise?"
As soon as this question was asked, the faint conversation came to an abrupt end.
Everyone was silent and looked at each other, with confusion and thought written on their faces.
"Forehead..."
For a moment, the atmosphere became a little awkward.
Indeed, none of them could answer this question with certainty.
If it weren't for that unexpected "fight", their lives might have continued peacefully.
In those "ifs" one after another.
The pirates felt the unpredictability of fate and the impermanence of the world.
Even experienced pirates are still helpless when faced with such a situation and can only look for a glimmer of hope on the brink of life and death.
And that half-broken pirate ship was like an indelible scar in the hearts of all of them, reminding them of this unknown disaster and the miracle of survival.
The sea breeze continues to blow, the waves gently hit the lifeboat, their journey will continue, but the experience of this night will be forever remembered in everyone's heart.
The pirate captain's face gradually twisted as the rage built up in him.
The anger was like a volcano about to erupt, with thick smoke billowing between his breaths. He clenched his teeth tightly.
"If I knew which little bastard was fighting there, I would definitely..."
There was anger and murderous intent in his words.
But before he could finish his words, a crew member grabbed his clothes in panic, bringing him back to reality from his impending rage.
"What's wrong!"
The captain roared, and his impatient look at that moment was like a tsunami rising into the sky, revealing strong dissatisfaction and suppressed anger.
"Captain, please stop talking. Let's just run for our lives."
The pirate's voice trembled like a leaf swaying in the wind.
He stretched out his hand and pointed into the distance, where the sea view was undergoing earth-shaking changes.
The captain's eyes followed the trembling fingers of his teammate and saw that the sea was experiencing an unprecedented storm.
As he spoke, the originally turbulent sea surface seemed to have become a ruthlessly torn canvas, cut by countless knife lights.
Wherever the knife lights went, it seemed that even the wrath of the sea god could not be stopped. The sea water churned and roared in the cuts, but it was difficult to fill the deep cuts immediately.
The captain's anger and all his doubts no longer mattered at this moment.
Faced with such amazing power, all the pirates felt unprecedentedly small and powerless.
Their figures are so small in this vast ocean.
The sword battle on the sea continued, and the deep knife marks became indelible scars on their hearts.
......
Under the silver moonlight.
"Hahahahaha!!!"
Roger laughed wildly, his voice carrying all around on the night wind.
After the laughter died down.
Roger took a deep breath, and the sound of excitement and satisfaction echoed in the night sky.
"I haven't had such a good fight in a long time."
His eyes sparkled with a desire for battle, and his whole body seemed to be reignited by the passion for fighting.
"Your strength is really hidden."
Roger looked up at the white moon.
"It feels like the first time Garp and I fought each other."
Roger's eyes were fixed on Jin An.
His tone revealed a hint of anticipation and seriousness:
"I heard that you have awakened your Conqueror Haki."
Roger's gaze became deeper, as if he wanted to see through Jin An's inner heart.
"Do you remember the moves I taught you on Sky Island?"
His questions were not only about skills, but also a kind of training for Jinan and an exploration of his potential.
Jin An felt Roger's gaze as if it were a physical pressure. He nodded and recalled the training he had experienced after mastering the Conqueror's Haki.
Every key point replayed in his mind.
Everything is so clear, it is the mark left by his sweat and hard work.
Roger stood there, his posture straight, his broad shoulders bearing the winds and waves of countless seas. He was no longer satisfied with a simple collision of armed color domineering.
What he wanted was to unleash Jin An's true strength and see his limits.
In this vast blue ocean, only the truly strong can shuttle between the waves and become the focus of everyone's attention.
This is not only a necessity for battle, but also Roger's expectation for Jinan.
The two stood on the island, the sea breeze blowing their hair under the starry sky.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes, a gleam of determination flashed in them.
Prepared to show the results of his practice.
And for the first time in this world, he released abilities that only very few people possessed.
He had that unique brilliance.
Roger just watched quietly, his pupils reflecting Jin An's slowly rising momentum.
The air around them seemed to be swirling constantly because of their powerful will.
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