Pirate Forest

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A humanoid figure smashed into the ground like a cannonball, setting off a burst of sand that enveloped it. Puddles of blood fell down unbearably, accompanied by rough breathing and coughing.

In mid-air, Vic stepped steadily on the ground, looking defiantly at the figure standing up stubbornly in the sand. With a strong wave of the shovel, he cut through the flying sand, revealing Jacob who was in a state of embarrassment.

The development of the matter caught them all off guard. They originally thought that avoiding Capone and choosing to attack the comatose Morgan would be a great opportunity to make a name for themselves.

From the beginning, he and Conrad had already secretly said hello to Bob, sharing this big cake together without having to compete with each other, and harmony would make them rich.

As a result, they were given a blow in the head. The cold sea water poured over them, and the biting taste made their teeth chatter.

In the blink of an eye, Bob was kicked out first, and Jacob secretly scolded him for being unreliable and causing trouble to others. As a result, not long after he finished speaking, Morgan was about to be eliminated by Conrad, and he stopped the difficult guy in front of him again. Everything It's about to be done.

Shijin directly killed Conrad, who had high hopes for him, with a sword energy, and the battle situation was completely turned around. Even Shijin and Mikiel both fell one after another after knocking down their opponents.

But the point is that the man in front of him is absolutely impeccable. Even the top bounty hunter in the West Sea who has been to the Grand Line and survived feels deep despair in front of Vic.

There was an unparalleled sense of despair that could not shake Vic even if he tried his best. He had only experienced this insurmountable feeling from those fierce pirates on the Grand Line.

"How can such a monster appear in the West Sea? Shouldn't it go to the Grand Line?" Jacob Spoon, a bounty hunter who has always been known for his wisdom and calmness, couldn't hold his face and cursed loudly.

"Ah, what are you talking about? We are our opponents now. If you praise me like this, aren't you admitting defeat?" Vic, who was gradually approaching, had a shovel on his shoulder, and his eyes were red and dangerous.

Jacob, who was stumbling to stand up, suddenly felt like he was in a wild savannah, the air around him was frozen, and he could only feel that he was surrounded by a fierce-looking hyena.

But this hyena is different from others of its kind. In addition to the fierce glare of its eyes locking on its prey, there is also a sense of fanaticism that may go crazy at any time even if it is under control, which makes people fear in the heart.

It is a kind of madness that can risk one's life at any time. It is clear that the prey has been cornered, and the nerves will be tightened at any time. As long as the opponent has the will to defeat the enemy, he will rush in front of the prey and bite him to death before counterattack. Don't give others the slightest chance to backhand.

Even if victory is certain, they still fight desperately. This kind of madness will make most people dare not even show their final resistance and accept death honestly.

"huhuhuhu"

Every breath Jacob took felt like it was his last, and even the vague feeling of death made him even reduce the amplitude of his breathing, making him appear timid.

"Perhaps some people will be so frightened by your move that they forget to resist." It has to be said that this sense of oppression really tests people's psychological quality. Maybe some people will be so frightened that they will go into shock.

"Oh, you mean you're not that kind of person?" At this point, Vic seemed even more calm and calm, and his excellent strength was demonstrated in every move and gesture, which further intensified the sense of oppression.

But under this "relaxation" there is a caution and madness hidden that ordinary people cannot see.

For Vic, who has been forced to survive on his own since he was born, the only weapons he has are these two, caution before the war and madness during the war.

It is precisely because of these two things that he can survive in the bitingly cold winter nights, under the vicious scorching sun, in the stormy rainy nights, in the dirty and disgusting sewers, and among the dangerous and terrifying villains.

The insight that comes from survival is an ability that is useful until death. This kind of power is what is called instinct.

"Of course, I am a bounty hunter who survived the Grand Line." He shouted loudly, trying to embolden himself.

Everyone in the world has a consensus that the Great Line represents danger and death, but also conceals opportunities and treasures. People from all over the world poured into the wave of the Age of Discovery for seventeen years because of the one piece and never came back.

Therefore, the only representative meanings of the Grand Line are danger and death. As for opportunities and treasures, they are buried under taboos and dare not be mentioned. One Piece's things are untouchable.

Therefore, anyone who can come out of the Grand Line alive is regarded as a brave man by the people of the West Sea, and they are considered to have the power of monsters and luck that is different from ordinary people.

"So what" Vic said expressionlessly.

"What are you talking about? That's the Grand Route, the Great Route. Do you know that that legendary route is a great route where you can get one piece by sailing to the end of the world?" Hearing Vic's nonchalant attitude, Jacob Boo hurriedly boasted to him about the greatness of the Grand Line.

"What does its greatness have to do with you?" Vic, who was not interested at all, glanced at Jacob indifferently.

But those who can survive the Grand Line may not necessarily be very strong, but they are indeed very lucky. However, these people are often runaways and cowards who are afraid of the Grand Line.

Jacob was stunned, staring at Vic blankly. The snow-white hair on both sides seemed to make his face pale. After a few seconds, his eyes moved a few times, and then he clenched his tattered hands. He made a fist, bit his lip, and said with fear and anger, "You know what? That ocean is not as calm as the West Sea. Compared to the pirates on the Grand Line, the pirates here are as innocent and cute as good babies." It’s the sea of ​​demons”

As he spoke, tears welled up in the corners of Jacob's eyes, and big tears kept falling. His anxious words were full of fear, making people want to know what he had experienced.

"Sea of ​​Demons"

"How could something like that exist?"

Jacob, a Vic, didn't believe himself, and when he was about to explain, he pointed his cold shovel at Jacob's forehead, and he was so frightened that he swallowed back everything he wanted to say.

"I don't care if there is a sea of ​​demons, listen, as long as the sea we want to go to is calm." Vic's words revealed unparalleled confidence.

"You will never know how scary that sea is until you have seen it." The desperate Jacob had poured out all his strength in venting his emotions just now, and now he no longer had the power to backhand.

"Then take us there." Suddenly Vic put down the shovel and said.

"What?" The tears of fear in the corners of Jacob's eyes had not dried up, and tears of joy welled up in the corners of Jacob's eyes.

"I said take us to the Grand Line. You should have a way to do it." Vic clearly knew that Morgan had ambitions that ordinary people didn't know about. Only the Grand Line in the world could realize his ambitions. Even if he doesn't say it now, one day I will go there too, so why not go now?

The tears that had just symbolized joy were suddenly brought back to their original shape, and the tears of fear came again. Jacob shook his head repeatedly, and his legs softened and he fell down.

"No, no, don't want it."