I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

"what!"

Another scream came from the darkness, and everyone in the elite class trembled all over. This was a kind of torture.

They were obviously far apart, but through the darkness it seemed as if they were right in front of them. This deep black mist was as bad as its owner.

Bang!

The unconscious sniper was thrown in front of them as usual. Barry pressed the wound tightly, his face pale.

"How many is this?"

Betty glanced at it and made a gesture. She was a little numb.

"Take Quint, this is the fourth one, there are only two snipers left."

"Huh!" Barry gasped in pain. The huge pressure like a mountain made the dark man breathless. He was murderous and heart-wrenching. Even if he was facing his colleagues in the navy, as long as he stood on the opposite side, the Sith would still be ruthless.

"Does this guy really know what mercy means?" Barry gritted his teeth and cursed in his heart. He raised his hand feebly, "Send him out!"

"Yes."

The voices of the two sailors were much lower. They had never seen the sky outside, and the darkness in the ruins was not unbearable. However, when one took a breath of the outside air, the black mist seemed particularly cold and oppressive, making people want to go crazy.

"Betty, did you find anything?" Barry said tremblingly, the elite class could no longer afford to delay.

Betty shook her head, "The black mist has a suppressive effect on our Haki. Unless Major Sith takes the initiative to expose him, it will be difficult for us to track his traces."

Barry was silent. This was the biggest crisis he had encountered in many years of joining the army. It did not come from the Yonko, nor from the Shichibukai. The crisis was in the navy, in this training camp, training camp! ! !

……

At this time, in the thick black fog, Sith was lowering his body, squatting on a dirt wall and looking at them, his eyebrows slightly curved, and there was a sense of satisfaction like a cat and mouse on his face. He was like a hard-working The spider is weaving a huge black web, waiting for prey to come.

"Where are the two remaining little mice? Should I add fuel to their fire?"

The snipers hiding in the dark had very keen senses. They had already lost three people, so it was naturally impossible that they had not noticed the Sith's hunt at all. Moreover, the Sith had never concealed the screams of Ellen and the others, but instead tried to exaggerate them. The atmosphere is deliberately amplified.

The remaining two snipers did not dare to fight head-on with the Sith. It was Barry's business to fight head-on. After escaping the black mist, the two men were retreating towards the edge of the ruins. The prerequisite for defeating the enemy must be to protect themselves. They He didn't want to be cleared out by the Sith early like his other three colleagues.

Since the sniper could not be found, the Sith could only turn their attention back to Barry and the others.

He grabbed it with his right hand, and four or five translucent metal filaments appeared in his hand. He actually liked to use such convenient things as sea floor stones.

His body fell backwards, and he immediately merged into the darkness and left quietly.

"Betty, please stop for a moment, I suddenly have a bad feeling." Barry gasped and suddenly pulled Betty's sleeve, his body getting weaker and weaker.

"Everyone, stop for a moment." Betty raised her right hand. This feeling was really not good.

Listening to the voice, everyone froze and ordered and prohibited. This was almost their instinct.

boom!

Suddenly, a huge black flame burst out from under the floor in front of them, leaving a deep crater in the ground with flames still lingering on it.

There is no doubt that as long as they take a step forward, it will not only be the ground that will explode, but their bodies.

However, even if the flames did not explode under their feet, the ensuing explosion still knocked them over, and the flames sprayed on them.

In an instant, a crowd of people fell on their backs, and many people rolled on the ground, trying to extinguish the flames on their bodies.

"Mr. Barry, who is going to save you now?"

The shadow struck, and Sith suddenly rushed out of the darkness, holding a knife in his right hand, pointing directly at his neck.

Between life and death, Barry quickly used his sword to block, almost using all his strength.

clang!

The two knives collided, causing sparks to fly in the air.

The Sith blade slipped and slashed towards Barry's right arm holding the blade.

Barry's back was sweating, and he hurriedly threw away the knife in his hand. His fists were covered with dark domineering force. His right eye shook, and his fist hit Sith's chest. Since he was destined to leave the stage, he had to be with Sith no matter what. Leave a little mark.

"go to hell!"

He roared, his eyes turned red, and his fists made explosive sounds in the air. The wind of his fists was like cannonballs, shaking even the darkness around him.

"Hmph, naive."

Sith's expression remained unchanged, his lips slightly grinned, he turned towards Barry and launched a flying kick.

His legs are much longer than Barry's arms.

puff!

A mouthful of blood spurted out in the air, and Barry felt like his bones were cracking, and he seemed to hit a big net behind him.

network?

Before Barry could react, all his strength was drained away by the big net behind him. He knew what it was. He raised his head and stared at Sith's face. Blood flowed from the top of his head to his neck. The undyed appearance provides a sharp contrast.

"Hailou stone?"

Sith shrugged, "You're right, it's over, you'd better have a good rest!"

After saying that, Sith pinched his right hand and shot out a blazing fireball.

"Burning Escape · Over-steaming to kill!"

Bang!

Missed?

"Who?"

Betty was half-kneeling on the ground, her clothes were scattered, her hair was singed, and the skin on her body was dry, like a mummy, but it was just like a Sith did not kill anyone.

"Miss Betty, your appearance is really surprising."

"Ahem." Betty raised the corner of her mouth and gave Sith a provocative look, "Barry is our commander-in-chief. He can't withdraw yet. He is the only one who can defeat you."

Sith raised his eyebrows, "That might disappoint you. With your current strength, you're still far from it."

With that, Sith turned back into the darkness and glanced at Barry.

"Mr. Barry, the second round is over. We'll see you soon. I hope you can make me more happy... huh?"

Before Sith finished speaking, he suddenly stopped and looked at the sky.

The sky has changed?

boom!

Dazzling lightning flashed across the sky, strong winds rolled back, huge raindrops followed closely, and the storm came ashore.

The smoke cleared and the Sith was revealed again.

Barry was helped to stand up, with madness in his eyes, and he looked up to the sky and laughed.

"Hahaha, Major Sith, have you seen that God is helping us? Where there is a will, there is a way. You are right. This second round is over. Now, this is our round."

Sith shook his head, always with a faint smile on his face, "I don't know who gave you the courage. Although I, Sith, am a poet, to be honest, this kind of rough work with no technical content makes me sad. Most willing to do it.”