The Lord of the Underworld of Pirates

The crowd on the dock either trembled and stood still, or ran away wildly. Although the crowd was chaotic, no one dared to stand in front of Whitebeard's path.

The people in the New World are completely different from the people in the first half of the Grand Line. The people here have a clear understanding of Whitebeard's power.

Ignoring the sizing eyes around him, Whitebeard walked directly into the tavern on the pier, and the crowd behind him began to disperse to purchase the items needed on the ship.

After the Moria Pirates entered the hotel, they either stood or sat, watching Whitebeard enter the tavern without saying a word. .seven

The silent environment seemed extremely depressing. Brooke suppressed his strong curiosity. Whitebeard was different from 'Pluto'. He had no friendship with him at all. One wrong move and the entire army would be wiped out.

In less than 10 minutes, Whitebeard led his subordinates carrying large and small things out of the tavern.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The naginata made a huge noise when it hit the ground, and the tall figure brought endless pressure. To ordinary people, he was just tall, but a guy with a little strength could not face him at all.

Whitebeard, who was walking through the hotel, suddenly stopped and felt a few eyes on him.

"Gurla lala, gula lala, there seem to be some interesting little ghosts here!"

As soon as Whitebeard finished speaking, Moriah and Brooke clearly felt a breath sweeping across everyone.

Brooke subconsciously restrained his mind and entered the death disguise mode. This is the ability that Brooke developed on the Island of Thunder God. When used, he can enter absolute disguise. Even the domineering power of sight and smell can not be detected. Even the thunder and lightning on the Island of Thunder God can be deceived. However, the disadvantage is that it cannot move.

"Dad is part of 'Bat' Moriah's gang."

Margao explained to Whitebeard, feeling a little strange that someone seemed to have disappeared in his perception.

"Are you another brat from the new era?"

Whitebeard shook his head. Ever since he killed the arrogant sand kid, he had no interest in the new people of the new era.

Feeling the greedy gaze, Whitebeard decided to teach the kid a small lesson.

"Let's go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a super domineering aura enveloped the hotel, and everyone in the hall was the first to bear the brunt.

The surrounding air solidified instantly, and a powerful pressure approached everyone. Half of the team of seven or eight people fell immediately.

Feeling the companions around him rolling their eyes and vomiting foam as they fainted, Moria let out an angry roar.

There was a slight tremor in the space, and the pressure around him instantly decreased, but was immediately suppressed again.

Are the domineering colors and domineering colors colliding?

Brooke secretly thought under the pressure.

At this time, there were only three people left in Moria's group, still standing on the spot, and the rest had all fallen to the ground.

Ma Si'er's body grew larger and transformed into the form of a half-orc. He gritted his teeth and held on to the domineering force that oppressed his body all the time. The pressure brought by the domineering force was like a mountain, and he even bitten a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.

And Brooke could feel that as long as he breathed a sigh of relief and relied on his strong soul, there was a high probability that he would be fine. However, he was unwilling to fall down like this, and he still tried his best to keep the creaking skeleton standing.

The battle, no, it cannot be considered a battle at all. It can only be said that the Moria Pirates were taught all-round lessons for three seconds, but these three seconds made the three of them feel extremely long.

As three seconds passed, it seemed that it was enough. Whitebeard put away his oppressive domineering attitude and led the pirate group to the ship.

"La la la, it's not bad. It's more interesting than the sand man before."

Whitebeard gave a good evaluation to Moriah who dared to compete with him in a domineering battle.

Bista, who had two curly beards, smiled slightly and stroked the two famous swords on the left and right:

"That skeleton swordsman is pretty good too. I really want to fight him!"

Margao glanced back.

Are you so domineering?

"As long as they are sailing on the sea, we will always be the mountains blocking them."

After Whitebeard boarded the Moby-Dick, he sat on a large chair and smiled nonchalantly:

"Gula la la, gula la la, no matter what, they are not qualified to challenge me now."

"La la la, little ones, hurry up, your dad's hands are itchy."

~

The drunken Kaido was making a havoc on the island under Whitebeard's banner. Suddenly, he suddenly had a bad feeling.

~

"gone……"

As White Beard put away his domineering attitude, Ma Si'er knelt down on the ground, resting his hands on the ground, trembling non-stop.

"I, I, actually faced Whitebeard!"

Brooke almost fell down due to this sudden relaxation, but fortunately he reacted in time and used crutches to support him.

"What a momentum this is. Ordinary people can't move at all under this kind of pressure."

"Yo ho ho ho, he is indeed the strongest man in the world."

Brooke couldn't help but compare the old man with a white beard in his impression to the current one. The old man with an infusion tube inserted all over his body in the future, panting when he moved, and the overbearing man at this time are simply worlds apart.

"Strong, we are far from strong enough."

Moria said grimly.

Turning to look at Brooke beside him and Marshall who was kneeling on the ground, Moriah's eyes became more determined.

"It seems that it is not enough to become the Pirate King. This is a roadblock. At this time, we are simply not qualified to stand in front of him."

Marshall looked up at Moriah, and Brooke nodded to Moriah in agreement with his words.

Moria said firmly again:

"I have decided that we are going to fight a long-term war. Let's first find a place to increase our strength and power. Let us grow into a behemoth that can face this 'monster' head-on."

Moria is not an idiot, and he can naturally see the gap between himself and Whitebeard. At the same time, the two pirate groups are completely incomparable. The other party's cadres and elites are far away from his own pirate group.

Although he had already prepared that the strong men in the new world would be very strong, he did not expect them to be so strong. This made Moria feel a little unconfident about his future voyage, and at the same time, his brain automatically produced a temporary avoidance Sharp thoughts.

"Do you want to develop your own power? Indeed, if you want to conquer this sea, you cannot succeed in one leap. Well, I agree with your proposal, Captain."

Brooke thought for a moment and then answered.

Ma Si'er slowly stood up, nodded heavily, and two tears slowly flowed out.

"Anyway, I can't think of going against that monster Whitebeard right now!"

Moria and Brooke secretly thought at the same time.

Well, you said what I wanted to say.