Chapter 1070

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 method was simple and rough. He did not hide his strength and domineering, and rushed to attack Bogart.

He did not use any tricks or skills, relying entirely on his own powerful strength to suppress his opponent.

Although Bogart was also a great swordsman, he seemed a little powerless to resist Barrett's fierce fist.

Each punch hit Bogart like a heavy hammer, making him retreat again and again.

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

He felt an irresistible force pushing him, making it almost impossible for him to stand firm.

Scars gradually appeared on his body.

His strength gradually declined.

One day later!

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

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

The sun was high in the sky, mercilessly pouring the scorching sun onto the earth. The air was scorched hot, and filled with a pungent smell of dust and sweat.

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

At this time, Barrett was like an indestructible fortress, exuding an incomparable powerful aura all over his body, and there was no damage on the surface of his body, intact.

In contrast, Bogart looked extremely embarrassed. His body was covered with hideous wounds of various sizes, and blood continued to flow from the wounds, as if a red stream was spreading over him.

His breathing was heavy and difficult, and every gasp was accompanied by great pain, as if he was going to exhaust all his strength.

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

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

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

Finally, with a muffled "thump", Bogart fell to the ground helplessly, and bright red blood flowed out of his body like a spring, dyeing the land under him red, as if he was in a pool of blood.

Looking up at the sky, the vision gradually blurred.

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

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

Bogart's feet were suspended in the air, his face was pale, and his eyes were white, as if he could lose his life at any time.

"Regret?"

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

Bogart's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a scornful smile.

Although his breathing had become weak, he still said firmly: "Pirates!"

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

A nameless fire surged in his chest, as if to burn the whole 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 provoke: "Ha, a pirate for a day, a pirate for a lifetime!"

His eyes revealed a determination to die without fear.

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

"Pirate, right? Okay, I'll be that pirate!"

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

His intention was 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, but pinched his neck even harder.

"Die!"

Barrett's eyes were cold, and his arms suddenly pulled back hard.

With a muffled sound, a bloody scene happened.

Barrett grabbed half of Bogart's head with both hands, and actually tore his head off his body alive.

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

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

Barrett walked to the beach with Bogart's head, and his eyes looked coldly at the battleship in the distance.

And Julie on the battleship, since she saw the battle on the island stopped, she knew that Brother Barrett had won.

As expected, not long after, Brother Barrett, holding the terrifying head, exuded a strong murderous aura all over his body, slowly walked out of the island, and finally stood steadily on the beach.

"Quick, take Brother Barrett aboard immediately!"

Julie hurriedly ordered.

Her eyes immediately fell on Cap, whose mouth was blocked and eyes were bloodshot.

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

Julie glared at Cap fiercely and said.

However, after hearing this, Cap's blue veins on his neck popped up one by one, and his eyes were fixed on Barrett who was holding Bogart's head in the distance. The strong killing 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, and the whole person jumped high like a cannonball, and jumped onto the warship easily.

His body was agile and agile, like a ferocious beast, with an unparalleled powerful momentum.

"Julie!"

Barrett's eyes swept around coldly, and finally fell on Julie, and nodded slightly.

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

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

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