Pirate Warring States Warriors

In a sunny office, a blond woman wearing a white Emaki mask was bored and flipping through fashion magazines.

The door to the office suddenly opened. Thinking it was her boss who was checking in, she hurriedly threw the magazine into an afterimage, carrying the domineering playgirl directly into the wall, hiding it perfectly.

"Mask Teacher"

What kind of strange name is Teacher Mask? I obviously have a normal name, No.3.

She looked at the door and saw that it was the boy from the elite class.

She paid special attention to this person named Monkey D. Garp. After all, he was from the D family.

As a member of the government CP0, she often interacts with people from the D family.

When dealing with each other, usually one person fights once, and there is no need for a second time.

"So, what are you doing here to see me? Shouldn't you be ready to leave?" The blond lady slumped back on the sofa.

"I want you to help me beat up someone. It's not just about beating someone up, but it's about helping him experience crisis awakening and armed color Haki." Garp expressed with confusing logic.

"Well, let me help beat him up. It's better to beat him half to death." Ms. No. [-] had never heard such a strange request before, her mask tilted to one side.

"Yes, the Major General said that the more severe the beating, the better the effect."

"Okay, but you'd better let me know his strength. Don't be too weak and get beaten to death. I can't control the strength."

"Hey masked girl, don't underestimate my friend. He is the strongest person in the elite class. He has not lost in battle with the major generals for a month." Garp waved his hands, seeming to increase the credibility of his words.

"It sounds good, I agree."

"Wow thank you mask lady"

"Call me No. 3, I'm such an unpleasant boy."

Ms. No. [-] spread out the files on her work table and quickly found the information on the Warring States Period.

"Buddha's Warring States Period... This name is really rare. He was born in Nanhai. He was 19 years old. He was born with the ability to see, hear, and color, and possess the power of the Great Buddha of Phantom Beast species. His father was a naval soldier, and his mother was an ordinary farmer. Both of them died when they were young, and three Entered the Navy Headquarters through branch selection years ago, and at the same time maintains the first place in both the Staff Department and the Navy Department, it is like a panel like the protagonist of a novel."

With this kind of body, I should be able to hold it up several times...

Looking at the sunset on the horizon, Sengoku sat on the beach on the coast of Motobu, quietly enjoying the sea breeze.

Have you been training until the afternoon without realizing it?

I always feel a little uncomfortable and not quite right.

Hey, I seem to have over-exercised today, I feel so tired.

Against the backdrop of the crimson sunset, a masked man wearing a windbreaker moved slowly towards the seaside, slowly approaching the beach.

He has long blond hair, wears a hungry ghost mask, and the windbreaker he wears does not look like a navy uniform, nor does it look like a government official.

Warring States watched this man approaching, frowned and asked, "This is the Navy Headquarters. Who are you?"

The mask of the hungry ghost has a smile like a crying face, and he says in a weird accent: "Sorry, sorry, I'm a tourist from the Shampoo Island Tour Group."

“Doesn’t this island provide tours?”

"Of course there are no tours available here."

Warring States turned his back to this strange man and said, his arm hidden in the dark has been quietly coated with a layer of golden light,

After a brief moment of silence, he suddenly turned around and punched.

The golden iron fist penetrated the air in front of him and let out a sharp roar. It spanned a long distance in an instant and hit the masked man who was spreading his hands.

At the moment of slowing down, the masked man was like a piece of paper, his twisting movements beyond the limits of ordinary people avoided the trajectory of the attack, making Sengoku show a slightly surprised expression.

paper painting

The moment his punch was empty, he moved forward and hit the windbreaker in mid-air with his horizontal elbow.

The elbow that drove the entire body hit the black shadow's torso hard, making a buzzing sound like iron.

At the same time as he hit the target, Sengoku's other palm began to condense a shock wave. Recalling the feedback from the previous attack, he reversely compressed the shock wave and pressed it hard against the enemy's waist.

Just when his palms were about to touch the opponent's windbreaker, he suddenly stopped moving forward, as if he was stuck in a wall of air.

Warring States felt that his arm was suddenly unable to move... no, it was locked by the enemy's palm in mid-air.

"Did you have fun playing?"

Indecipherable words rang out, and a gloved hand grasped his wrist, flipped it violently, and slammed Sengoku to the ground, letting out a suppressed cry of pain.

Oops, not an enemy of the same level at all.

He struggled to look up. The man in windbreaker coated his fingers with a layer of dark and sharp armed domineering force.

The two people's eyes only touched each other for a moment, and Seng Guo felt a cold feeling of danger.

He rolled away quickly, but in the end it was a little late. The hand blade formed by the five fingers broke through the golden light of the Buddha, tearing out a shocking and hideous wound from his back, as if an evil ghost was dragging him into hell with its sharp claws.

In just the first round, Sengoku was almost cut in half.

The continuous rolling and instant heavy injuries caused him to lose his balance. He turned around staggeringly, feeling the fatal crisis, and the spiritual platform in his heart kept alarming.

The Buddha's self-healing power reaches its limit, and the torn muscle fibers begin to squirm and connect.Blood flowed from the body, printing large areas of bloody sand.

It has been 20 years since I came to this world and I have not yet gone to sea. How could I die at home before going to sea?

The generals who had waited until the headquarters arrived

He still wants to live

Live on

Seeing that Sengoku was out of his attack range, the hand blade transformed from the finger gun returned to its original appearance, ejecting a deadly scream.

The intertwined screams turned into three-dimensional ballistic trajectories in his consciousness. He survived this attack relying on the Haki of his eyes and ears that remained stable even though he was seriously injured.

Just surviving...

Even if he could see clearly, he still couldn't dodge all the attacks. The Golden Buddha's body continued to crack, leaving new gun marks, and even the bones were covered with cracks as dense as a spider web.

Still without any time to breathe, the masked man twisted his waist and drew a semicircle with his right leg in mid-air. The edges of his knees rubbed against the air, creating a blue shimmer under the influence of the atmosphere.

The long flexible legs swung the air, turning it into a flying slash, tearing out a blue air blade in the air and slashing towards Sengoku's body.

Lanjiao

Warring States stretched out his arms hard, trying to block the blue air blade, but found that he no longer had the strength to lift his arms.

This is already the limit

I was still complaining this morning that I would probably die without even a scum in the face of that Lanjie, but I really encountered it tonight.

Still too weak...

He showed a wry smile, lost all his strength, and fell to the ground helplessly.