Chapter 595

"How is this possible..."

Feeling the majestic momentum that was no less powerful than his own, Doflamingo's heart was slightly shaken, and a look of surprise flashed through his eyes under his sunglasses.

A lowly slave who was trampled, insulted and tortured actually possessed the "king's qualifications"?

Doflamingo was a little hard to accept for a while.

"Dover, in your opinion, what is the fundamental reason for awakening the Conqueror's Haki?"

At this time, Darren suddenly asked.

He slowly took out a cigar, bit it in his mouth and lit it, and calmly faced the momentum that was spreading, like a cliff thousands of feet high, unmoved.

Doflamingo was stunned and said subconsciously:

"Is it...aptitude?"

"No..." Darren shook his head and said with a smile: "Ability does have an impact. I need to make further attempts in the future to verify it."

The indifferent voice of the Vice Admiral echoed in the dense forest with hazy smoke, which made people shudder.

"But in my opinion, a strong will is the key to awakening the Conqueror's Haki."

"Strong enough...will?" Doflamingo murmured as if he understood.

"Yes, dare to resist power, even if it means being crushed to pieces, you are not afraid at all... Even if you know that the person in front of you is the most noble and powerful person in the world, you are not afraid at all."

Darren looked at Doflamingo with some emotion.

"Or maybe the emotions are highly stimulated in desperate situations, so that the power of the heart bursts out."

Doflamingo was stunned.

Darren's words made him subconsciously recall the scene when he awakened his Conqueror's Haki.

Fiery fire, walls, abuse, attacks, whipping, bleeding...

Pain, anger, roaring, and... the firm will to kill everyone.

"Of course, if you don't have that kind of talent, you really can't rise up from the desperate situation and the oppression of power..."

Darren smiled.

Doflamingo fell silent.

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

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

So, is this why you chose Fisher Tiger?

He knew he had such a talent...

"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 looked away.

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

Covered with scarlet blood, the snapper fishman was reflected in the mottled light of the jungle, as if his whole body was burning, like a bloody sun.

"I... killed a celestial dragon."

Fisher Tiger's eyes trembled slightly, and he looked up at the vice admiral of the navy and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Yes, you killed a celestial dragon." Darren nodded, "How does it feel...?"

Fisher Tiger looked down at his broad palm stained with blood, and his expression was somehow confused and puzzled.

"It feels... strange."

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

"Darren... Sir, do you think I should be afraid?"

Darren smiled meaningfully and said, "Mr. Tiger, this question shouldn't be asked to me."

"Who should I ask?"

"You should ask your heart."

"My heart..."

Fisher Tiger muttered to himself.

"My heart tells me..."

He raised his hand and pressed his chest covered with various hideous scars. These injuries caused by torture have partially healed and left only traces, some have scabs, but most are still bleeding.

A more accurate statement is...

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

"...Very refreshing."

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

"Unprecedented joy."

"At the moment of killing that celestial dragon, I could even feel every muscle and every cell in my body cheering and screaming."

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

Darren smiled and said:

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

The moment the voice fell, Fisher Tiger's pupils suddenly shrank, as if he had guessed something, staring at the eyesThe former vice admiral of the navy.

Darren continued indifferently:

"They are no different from ordinary people like us."

"...Or in other words, they have never been the so-called "gods" who are high above, but 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 coming here to save me?"

He is not a fool.

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

Such a big man who is all-powerful, powerful, and greedy for power, spent so much effort and cost to find himself, the reason is nothing more than wanting himself to be his subordinate.

Entering the topic, Darren no longer beats around the bush.

"Mr. Tiger, it's actually very simple."

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

"Little Charlie got a brand new prophecy: a new era is coming, and Fishman Island may face an unprecedented disaster."

"Five million people on Fishman Island need a leader... To be more precise, they need you to stand up."

"Me?"

Fisher Tiger shook his head bitterly.

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

"Besides, I'm now stained with the blood of the Celestial Dragons... Returning to Fishman Island will only bring them disaster."

Darren smiled:

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

"Even if they know, they can't suspect you."