Chapter 114 Become my King Shichibukai

"How can this be……"

Feeling the majestic momentum that was no less impressive than his own, Doflamingo's heart shook slightly, and a hint of astonishment flashed deep in his eyes under his sunglasses. Wingdings: ♦︎♦︎⬧︎♦︎◆︎⌧︎♦︎♦︎□︎❍︎

A lowly slave who was trampled on, insulted and tortured, actually possesses the "Qualification of a King"?

Doflamingo found it difficult to accept it for a moment.

"Dover, in your opinion, what is the root cause of awakening the Overlord's Haki...?"

At this time Darren suddenly asked.

He slowly took out a cigar, bit it in his mouth and lit it. He faced the impact of the spreading momentum calmly, like a cliff standing thousands of meters high, unmoving.

Doflamingo was stunned and subconsciously said:

"Is it...qualification?"

"No..." Darren shook his head and said with a smile: "Qualification does have an impact. This requires further attempts in the future before I can verify it."

The Vice Admiral's indifferent voice echoed with hazy smoke in the windy dense forest, which had a chilling tone.

"But in my opinion, a strong enough will is the key to awakening the domineering power of the Overlord."

"Strong enough... will?" Doflamingo murmured in a vague way.

"Yes, I dare to resist power, and I am not afraid even if my body is broken into pieces... Even if I know that the person in front of me is the most noble and powerful person in the world, I am not afraid at all."

Darren looked at Doflamingo with some emotion in his eyes.

"Or maybe in a desperate situation, the emotions are highly stimulated, thus bursting out the inner power."

Doflamingo was stunned.

Darren's words made him subconsciously recall the scene when he awakened his domineering domineering energy.

Fire, walls, abuse, attacks, whippings, bloodshed...

Pain, anger, roaring, and... an unwavering will to kill everyone.

"Of course, if you don't have that kind of qualifications, you really won't be able to rise up and resist from the desperate situation and the oppression of the powerful..."

Darren smiled.

Doflamingo fell silent.

Darren's analysis would probably cause an uproar if it spread outside.

The most horrifying thing is that he actually regards the lives of the Celestial Dragons as his own test subjects.

So, is that why you drafted Fisher Tiger?

He knew he had such qualifications...

"How do you feel, Mr. Tiger?"

At this time, Darren suddenly turned around and looked in a certain direction with a smile.

Doflamingo quickly came to his senses and turned to look.

I saw a tall fishman with scars all over his body walking slowly out of the jungle. There was no big emotion in his eyes, and blood was still dripping from his right hand.

With his body covered in scarlet blood, the snapper fishman seemed to be on fire under the mottled light of the jungle, like a bloody sun.

"I...killed a Celestial Dragon."

Fisher Tiger's eyes trembled slightly, he looked up at the Vice Admiral, and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Yes, you killed a Celestial Dragon." Darren nodded, "How does this feel...?"

Fisher Tiger looked down at his broad, blood-stained palms, looking somewhat confused and confused for some reason.

"It feels...weird."

"I should obviously be afraid...after all, it is the most noble existence in the world, but I don't feel any fear at all."

"Darren...sir, do you think I should be scared?"

Darren smiled with deep eyes and said, "Mr. Tiger, you shouldn't ask me this question."

"Who should I ask?"

"You should ask your heart."

"In my heart..."

Fisher Tiger muttered.

"My heart tells me..."

He raised his hand and pressed his chest, which was covered with various hideous scars. Some of these injuries caused by torture had healed with only traces left, and some had scabbed, but most of them were still dripping with blood.

A more accurate statement is...

He pressed on the mark of "Flying Dragon's Hoof" on his chest.

"...very enjoyable."

A strange smile appeared stiffly on his face, and his thick lips lifted slightly.

"Unprecedented pleasure."

"The moment I killed that Celestial Dragon, I could even feel every muscle and cell in my body screaming for joy."

"I even had an absurd idea... It turns out that the blood of 'gods' is also red."

Darren smiled and said:

"Yes, the blood of God is also red."

The moment he finished speaking, Fisher Tiger's pupils suddenly shrank, as if he had guessed something, and he stared at the Vice Admiral in front of him.

Darren continued nonchalantly:

"They are no different from us ordinary people."

"...Or perhaps, they have never been the so-called 'gods', they are just people who have gained huge power and lofty status."

"Ordinary people...?"

Fisher Tiger clenched his fists.

"So, Mr. Darren...what is your purpose in going to all this trouble to come here to save me?"

He is not stupid.

Rogers Darren is the most popular figure in the Navy today, and in addition to his series of famous names, he is also a "notorious" "Navy scum".

Such a big man with one hand covering the sky, tyrannical force, and greed for power spent such effort and cost to find him, all because he wanted to become his subordinate.

Getting to the point, Darren stopped beating around the bush.

"Mr. Tiger, the matter is actually very simple."

"More than a month ago, I went to Fishman Island and had a friendly exchange with King Neptune."

"Little Charlie has received a brand-new prophecy: a new era is coming, and Fish-Man Island may usher in an unprecedented disaster."

"The five million people on Fish-Man Island need a leader... to be more precise, they need you to stand up."

"I?"

Fisher Tiger shook his head bitterly.

"Mr. Darren, I am just a low-class fishman from Fishman Street."

"Besides, I am now stained with the blood of the Celestial Dragons... Returning to Fish-Man Island will only bring disaster to them."

Darren smiled and said:

"No, no one will know what's going on here."

"Even if I knew it, I wouldn't suspect you."