I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

"Bashas!"

Blackbeard's screams rang out at the same time, but he was different from Caterina Depen. He was still alive and well, and there was someone else whose life was about to come to an end.

"Captain, Captain Marshall D. Teach, well, I'm afraid I'm really in trouble this time."

Bassas coughed, and was almost reduced to skin and bones by the flames. He grabbed Blackbeard's collar with one hand.

"Promise me, Captain, promise me, become the king, become the Pirate King. That position was born for you, and then promise me, don't...ahem..."

"Don't avenge me here. This is a trap. I finally figured it out. This guy is here for you. Captain, hurry up and go back to the sea. When you get back to the sea, you can kill this despicable man openly. Come on, Captain!"

"Ahem, Wilson Sith, you despicable villain, I will wait for you down there."

There was a loud shout from Basas, and then his pupils shrank, and he became silent in an instant, and his hand slipped from Blackbeard's collar.

"Bashas!"

Blackbeard howled in pain, like a beast that had lost its cubs.

Bashas was different to him. It was none other than the partner who first supported him and decided to follow him in creating great achievements.

how come? How could Bashas die here?

That was the man who said he would become the helmsman of the Pirate King and accompany him to create a great cause.

"Wilson Sis, I want you dead!"

Blackbeard stood up from the ground, darkness as deep as the sea surged out of him, suppressing the flames, and stood in the middle of the road, facing the Sith.

How can you live without revenge?

Are you kidding me? He's Blackbeard, Marshall D. Teach!

"I wave my right hand behind me. You go first. I still have a fight to finish with that guy."

"Ship...Captain, we are actually very sorry for Bashas's death, but in this situation..."

Lafitte stood next to Blackbeard, holding his cane. He was a rational person, and fighting the Sith here was really not a very rational thing.

The karmic fire that continuously fell from the sky, the withered dead corpses like evil ghosts, and the constantly evaporating water made him feel like he was in hell just thinking about it.

Blackbeard shook his head. His originally bloated body gradually became thinner in the flames, and his eyes became sharper and sinister.

"No, this is not impulse, this is fate. In this sea, only one of me and that bastard can live. The end of darkness can only be controlled by one person."

"That……"

Lafitte glanced left and right at Van Oka and Poison Q, as if asking questions.

"What should we do? Do we want to knock the captain unconscious?"

Van Oka shook his head, raised his monocle, and wiped his rifle on the spot.

Lafitte shook his head and sighed, spreading his hands.

"It seems there is nothing we can do. Since the captain wants to fight, what can we, the crew members, say? Then let's take another risk with the captain, risk? Risk! How can a man of the sea be a pirate if he doesn't take risks?"

"Huh, you are right, a man of the sea, how can you be a pirate if you don't take risks? I have decided on Wilson Sith's head today."

Throwing away the black coat, Blackbeard's aura became stronger and stronger, and his eyes were full of hatred.

"Oh? Have you decided to stay? If you stay now, you might die? You have to be prepared, Blackbeard!"

Sith pulled out his long knife, and at that moment, a dazzling light burst out from behind him, as if tons of magma were surging on the ground. The light was wrapped in black mist, sealing off the entire fifth along the corner of the wall. layer.

Standing in the light was a dark, shadow-like figure. He looked like a god who controlled everything in the world, or a devil who devoured everything, but he didn't look like a human being.

"Come, come, Wilson Sith, and fight me here."

Blackbeard grinned ferociously, running faster and faster in the flames, passing by the setting sun. No one could stop him, and darkness would eventually sound the death knell for darkness.

The Sith narrowed his eyes and swooped over as well, and the domineering black knife fell heavily on Blackbeard's head.

"To be honest, I'm tired of fighting you a long time ago. Blackbeard, go to hell!"

Blackbeard raised his head, holding the blade with his right hand like an iron pincer. The remaining blood flowed, revealing the white metacarpal bones, but the Sith's long knife could not move forward even an inch.

This is the way he wants to fight. As he said, if you want to win, you have to take some risks.

"Ok?"

"For a swordsman, how much strength does he have left after losing his sword?"

The next moment, Blackbeard exerted force so powerfully that he even bent the black knife in Sith's hand.

how come?

Facing Blackbeard, the Sith's invincible sword skills faced a crisis for the first time. With a ferocious face, they also faced each other with powerful power.

"Since you have no other choice, just surrender your life!"

Blackbeard moved his left hand and hit Sith with a heavy punch on the waist and abdomen. He used his backhand to grab Sith's ankles, swung Sith and smashed him randomly.

puff!

The Sith spat out a mouthful of blood.

"For a swordsman, you are really embarrassed if you lose your sword."

In silence, Sith suddenly raised the corners of his mouth and wrapped his legs around Blackbeard's arms.

"Embarrassed? In this dragnet set by me personally, you dare to call me embarrassed?"

The flames burned along Sith's body, and the black threads were like steel wires made of iron and blood, piercing Blackbeard's arms through his domineering force.

He looked like a madman.

The flames were raging, and the moisture on Blackbeard's body was evaporating rapidly.

In these few seconds, the two of them consumed more than all their consumption today combined.

Blackbeard has given up the use of his abilities. He will rely on his domineering power and physical strength to beat the Sith to death.

Ignoring the pain in his arms, his hand fell towards the ground again.

Boom!

"It's useless, Wilson Sith. You can't become the king alone in this sea. I'm burdened with the expectations of the crew. How can I lose to you?"

"Huh, King?" Sith's mouth was filled with blood, and black mud filled his eyes, "Wang, shouldn't he be alone from birth?"

Sith suddenly dropped the long knife in his right hand, clenched it with five fingers, and a spear made entirely of darkness condensed out.

"Go to hell."

"what!"

The tip of the spear penetrated Blackbeard's right eye, and there was a "jaba" sound, like a light bulb exploding, and Blackbeard lost one eye.

"you?"

Blackbeard never thought that the Sith would suddenly give up their long swords. For a swordsman, shouldn't the sword in his hand be as heavy as life?

The attack was reversed, and dark flames surged up Blackbeard's left leg as the spear hit him.

Click!

In the blink of an eye, his left leg almost lost all the water, and the calcified bone could no longer support his body, and he fell sideways.

"Damn!"

Blackbeard stared at his only remaining left eye, the whites of which were covered with bloodshot eyes. He ignored the spear in his eye and concentrated all his strength on his hand, punching Sith in the chest.

"Even if you lose this leg, I will never make it easy for you."

click!

The sternum was shattered, Sith's lungs were turbulent, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body hit the wall ten meters away.

"captain?"

Lafitte rushed forward and hurriedly held Blackbeard's shoulders.

Blackbeard gritted his teeth, mixed with domineering attitude, and punched his thigh directly.

There was only a crisp sound, and his left leg was broken into pieces like marble.

The flames came again, and he had no time. As a son, he had to rush to bury his father.

With his right hand, he crushed the black spear into powdery light spots, and roared towards the end of the flame.

"I won't let you go, Wilson Sith. Keep a good watch on me. I will wait for you outside the city. I will definitely take your life."

"Cough cough."

The blood in his mouth was mixed with his lungs, and Sith also struggled to stand up. Not only his lungs, but also the internal organs in his body were almost destroyed by Blackbeard's punch.

Even he, faced with this situation, lost the ability to fight again, and might even leave hidden wounds.

But no matter what, he made the profit, and he left one of Blackbeard's legs and one eye.

grinned,

"What? You look like Blackbeard. Originally, you were just a fat black man. This time, it's just one leg and one eye. Next time, you won't be so lucky. I will Take your head off."

crackling...

The space was distorted by the burning flames, blocking their eyes, but they knew very well that the other party was there. The King of Darkness only needed one. Before the two of them decided the winner, the fighting would never end. .