Chapter 236 Father’s Feeling
Upon seeing this, Torebol and the others exchanged vague glances with each other, and immediately knelt on one knee on the ground, bowed their heads and said in unison:
“I’ve met Lord Darren Godfather.
This cannot tolerate them not bowing their heads.
The man in front of him single-handedly annihilated the monsters in the fleet of the legendary pirate Golden Lion.
Especially the faint aura of terror emanating from Darren at this moment simply made their hearts beat with fear.
No matter how proud he is, he is as humble as an ant in the face of absolute strength, even if he is a giant of the North Sea underworld.
Except for Darren, no one was standing in the huge meeting hall.
A satisfied smile appeared on his lips.
"Very good. I appreciate people who understand the rules."
Darren walked over slowly and stretched out his hand for Doflamingo to kiss the back of his hand.
"You also know that I have been busy recently and rarely come back to Beihai... But now it seems that you have done a good job and managed the underground world of Beihai in an orderly manner. I am very satisfied with this."
Everyone stood up with some fear.
Darren sat casually on the soft leather sofa, lit himself a gilded cigar, and looked at Doflamingo sitting opposite him.
We haven’t seen each other for more than half a year, and Doflamingo has grown up a lot.
Compared with the little boy when he first came to Beihai, Dover has now grown into a young man.
He has messy short blond hair like a crown, sharp facial lines, and a height of almost 1.8 meters. There is a faint domineering and gloomy look of the dark emperor of the future world between his eyebrows.
And in the perception of color and domineering, this kid's aura also became a lot stronger.
Darren felt a little emotional about this.
What I have to admit is that Doflamingo is indeed the Chosen One. In terms of talent alone, he definitely far surpasses the Flying Squirrel.
If he hadn't given the Thunder Fruit to the Flying Squirrel, it would have been extremely difficult for him to suppress the ambitious Doflamingo in the North Sea.
You know, the flying squirrel has its own teachings and guidance.
And what about Doflamingo?
He is surrounded only by Torebol, a group of crooked melons and jujubes who only know how to flatter him. The fact that he was able to develop the Thread Fruit to such an extent simply by relying on his own exploration is enough to show his extraordinary talent.
"Godfather...you are coming back to Beihai this time..."
While Darren was sizing up Doflamingo, the latter was also carefully trying to figure out the latter's thoughts and asked tentatively.
Darren smiled and said:
"If you have nothing to do, can't you come back and see my godson?"
He blew out a smoke ring from his mouth and sighed with some emotion:
"To be honest, Dover, as your godfather, I am indeed not very qualified... and my teachings to you are far from enough."
"When I come back this time, in addition to handling some military affairs of the North Sea Fleet, I just want to make up for my regrets."
As soon as this statement came out, everyone present was stunned.
Doflamingo said doubtfully:
"Godfather, you mean... you want to guide my practice?"
Darren said helplessly:
"That's right... As my godson, if you are too weak, it will make me look incompetent."
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Ten days passed quickly.
This day.
A deserted island in the North Sea.
Two figures glided quickly through the sky one after the other.
"That's it, use silk threads to hook the clouds and pull your body, so that you can have the ability to fly in the sky!"
Darren, who was riding a streamlined metal skateboard, put his hands in his pockets and quickly retreated, teaching Doflamingo with a relaxed expression.
"Keep your body balanced as much as possible, otherwise you will expose a vulnerability to the enemy when lines alternate with each other!"
Darren had a smile on his lips and watched Doflamingo's slightly clumsy movements with interest.
Compared to Darren's extremely flexible movement in the sky, Doflamingo's movements seemed more rigid, his figure stumbled, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.
"What an amazing talent...I basically mastered the air path in less than an hour..."
Darren squinted his eyes to observe Doflamingo's movements. As time passed, he gradually realized that the latter's skills were becoming more and more proficient, so he hooked his fingers.
Uh-huh!
A flash of silvery cold light suddenly roared from the distant sky and shot towards Doflamingo.
Doflamingo's pupils shrank suddenly.
Feeling a sense of crisis, he subconsciously waved a claw.
Keng! !
Several transparent silk threads intercepted a silver-white long sword, and the two collided with each other and produced large sparks.
"This is……"
Darren said with a half-smile:
"Now we have to increase the difficulty."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ryo Kuai Sword Kari Kai suddenly disappeared and turned into a sword shadow that filled the sky, densely covering Doflamingo.
Doflamingo's expression changed drastically and his movements sped up a bit.
While he popped out invisible threads from his fingers and held the floating white clouds, moving high in the sky like a swing, he also had to deal with sharp swords shooting from various weird angles from time to time. The pressure suddenly increased!
Cordron's attack was too fast, and soon Doflamingo's body was covered with wounds cut by sharp swords. The blood gushes out, dyeing the white shirt and pink feather coat red. .
On the island, Torebol and the others watched with shock as their young master was injured, and they were anxious, but they could do nothing but stare.
In my heart, I could only secretly pray that the "King of the North Sea" could control his strength, instead of taking advantage of the opportunity to guide training and find a reason to "accidentally" kill their young master.
"What's wrong, Dover...is this all you have?"
Darren lit a cigar leisurely, put his pocket in his pocket and looked at the blond young man in a deadlock, and deliberately mocked:
"Being passively beaten is not your style."
"Am I just going to stand here without moving...or are you saying that you can't even hit me with a knife?"
Doflamingo's eyes suddenly turned red under his sunglasses, and he gritted his teeth and roared:
"Damn it!! Shut up!!"
A large piece of silk thread spread out into a spider web in his hand, encompassing the oncoming sword and binding it tightly.
The next moment,
Doflamingo suddenly pulled the thread, and with the feather coat flying, the figure suddenly shot out from the original position, and reached the sky above Darren in the blink of an eye.
"I am Doflamingo!!"
Five fingers slashed hard!
"Put the rogue line!!"
laugh! !
Five extremely sharp silk threads pierced Darren's skin directly and got stuck deeply in his steel-like muscles.
Several drops of blood splashed up and landed on Darren's face.
He finally laughed.
"Very good, you can finally break through my physical defense."
A thick puff of white smoke came out of his mouth, and the Commodore's figure disappeared like a ghost.
Doflamingo was stunned.
Before he could react, a black military boot had already magnified infinitely in the reflection of his pupils.
boom! !
Doflamingo crashed into the island like a cannonball, exploding a shocking hole.
"Dover!!"
"Are you OK!?"
"Little Lord!?"
Torrebol and the others ran over with their faces pale with fright, trying to help Doflamingo, who was covered in blood, but the latter threw away his hand.
Breathing heavily, the bruised and bruised young boy from the Celestial Dragon bent over and knelt in the pit, raising his head and staring at the tall figure floating down from the air, with blood dripping from his body.
The man walked towards him step by step.
The tall and majestic figure seemed to cover the sun, and a huge shadow enveloped Doflamingo.
He slowly stretched out his hand.
Looking at the hand slowly reaching towards him, Doflamingo's eyes flashed with fear under his sunglasses.
The hand ruffled his hair gently.
Doflamingo was stunned.
"You are growing up very quickly, and you are truly my proud godson, Dover."
The man smiled and said:
"Continue to grow and become stronger."
"You can only kill me if you become strong enough, can't you?"
After saying this, before Doflamingo could react, Darren stepped on his skateboard, his figure roared up, and disappeared into the distant sky in the blink of an eye.
The desert island suddenly became deathly silent.
"D-Dover?"
Torebol carefully looked at Doflamingo, who was kneeling there motionless, and tentatively spoke.
Doflamingo's eyes were dazed for a moment, and he came back to his senses instantly.
He held his knees with difficulty and stood up from the ground.
A trace of blood slipped from his forehead and gathered on his chin.
But he still stared blankly at the sky in the distance in the direction where Darren disappeared.
"You tell me... what is the purpose of that guy teaching me so patiently and helping me improve my strength..."
Doflamingo unconsciously clenched his fists.
In just ten days, Darren's teachings were more effective than his training in the past six months!
And what is certain is that the man did not hide anything.
He was indeed sparing no effort to help him develop devil fruits, improve his melee fighting skills, and even taught him some secret training methods in the naval training camp.
"He... doesn't he know that I have always wanted to kill him?"
Doflamingo's eyes were full of confusion and confusion.
After hearing this, Torebol and others also fell into silence and were speechless.
As bystanders, they could see clearly the progress their young master had made over the past few days.
To be honest, they didn't know why the man did this.
"Forget it, go back."
Doflamingo shook his head, regained his former cold arrogance and majesty, and said calmly.
But I don’t know if it’s an illusion,
Deep in his heart, what even he himself is unwilling to admit is...
When the man ruffled his hair, he actually felt something coming from his cowardly and incompetent biological father...
Warmth and dependence like never before.
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