One Piece: The Straw Hat Pirates' Max-Level Swordsman

Some houses in the ruins were still burning, the flames devouring everything greedily, making crackling sounds. On the collapsed walls, you could still see traces of fresh blood and fierce fighting.

The broken flags fluttered weakly in the wind, as if telling of the past glory and present desolation. Various weapons and items were scattered on the ground, some of which were damaged, and some were covered with dust and blood.

Ling Tian's brows knitted tightly together, forming two deep grooves like knife cuts. His eyes were filled with shock and disbelief, and his originally bright and determined gaze now became dim and worried.

His lips trembled slightly and an ominous premonition surged in his heart. This premonition was like an icy cold current that quickly spread throughout his body, making him shiver involuntarily.

He landed slowly on the ruins, as light as a fallen leaf.

However, the gravel under his feet could not withstand the slight pressure and made a creaking sound, which was particularly harsh in this dead silent environment.

The moment Ling Tian's feet touched the ground, a small cloud of dust was raised. The dust danced in the dim light, as if it was the unwilling soul of the ruins.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his surging emotions and steady himself. The pungent smell of burning and blood filled the air, making his breathing heavy. He raised his head and looked at the devastated scene, with a glimmer of determination in his eyes.

He began to move forward cautiously among the ruins, taking every step with extreme caution.

The rubble and broken bricks under his feet could make him lose his balance at any time, and the sharp metal fragments hidden in the dark were like beasts waiting for an opportunity to strike. He leaned forward slightly, keeping an alert posture, like a hunter groping in the dark.

With every step he took, he carefully observed the surroundings.

His eyes swept across the broken walls, trying to find traces of the past among the ruins; he glanced over the items scattered on the ground, hoping to find some useful clues; he moved from the corners blackened by fire to the still smoking ruins, not missing any details that might hide the truth.

Looking at the ruins of Baldigo, Ling Tian's eyes were filled with shock and anger. His eyes were wide open, bloodshot, and the flames of anger seemed to burst out of his eye sockets.

The once familiar buildings have now turned into ruins, and those places full of hope and vitality are now only dead and desperate. He clenched his hands into fists unconsciously, his nails digging deep into his palms, but he didn't feel any pain.

"Who on earth did this?" Ling Tian gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words. His voice was low and suppressed, like a volcano about to erupt.

The prosperous scene of the past of Baldigo kept emerging in his mind, forming a sharp and cruel contrast with the ruins before him.

He quickened his pace, his steps became rapid and powerful, the soles of his shoes rubbing against the gravel on the ground, making a rustling sound, and walked towards the depths of the ruins.

His figure seemed so lonely and determined in this dilapidated scene, as if he was chasing a ray of light in the darkness.

After arriving at Baldigo Island, Ling Tian was still shocked for a long time. He stood there, as if fixed by an invisible force, and began to look around.

His eyes swept over the collapsed houses. All that remained of the former Baldigo was now broken bricks and tiles.

Some houses were left with only half of their frames, crumbling, as if telling the story of their former warmth and present desolation. The broken window glass reflected a dazzling light in the sun, like countless unspeakable pains.

My eyes turned to the broken flags, which hung limply on the ground or hung on the ruins of walls. Their originally bright colors had been stained by smoke and dust, becoming dull and lifeless.

The pattern on the flag is blurred. The symbol that once symbolized hope and faith is now in tatters, like a broken wing.

Looking at the scorched land again, black marks spread out, as if the earth was torn apart. The originally fertile soil became as hard as stone, emitting a suffocating burnt smell.

Occasionally, you can see a few tenacious little grasses growing out of the cracks, but they appear withered and fragile, struggling hard to survive in this barren land.

He stopped, and the ruins around him seemed to stand still at this moment.

Ling Tian slowly folded his hands over his chest, leaned back slightly, his eyes became a little blurry, and he fell into deep thought. The wind blew quietly, lifting a few strands of hair on his forehead, but it could not disturb his heavy thoughts at the moment.

"This scene...why does it look so familiar?" Ling Tian murmured to himself, his voice low and hoarse, as if it was a question coming from the depths of his soul.

His brows were furrowed like two tightly twisted ropes, and the deep wrinkles were full of confusion and thought. His eyes narrowed into slits, trying to search in his memory, trying to grasp the fleeting sense of familiarity.

Time seemed to freeze, and only his thoughts kept shuttling back and forth in the ocean of memory. He recalled the battles he had experienced, the battlefields filled with smoke, the wounded who were wailing in pain, and the destroyed cities and villages.

Images flashed through his mind quickly, but they could never completely overlap with the scene before him.

After thinking for a while, Ling Tian finally remembered it. When the answer clearly appeared in his mind, his body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

This was the result of the bombardment of the Demon Slayer Order. The destructive force and the horrific scene were exactly the same as what Baldigo was seeing in front of him.

"Damn it!" Ling Tian cursed fiercely, and the sound rang out in the ruins like thunder.

His anger was like a raging wave, and he could no longer suppress it. "It must be the Navy or the World Government that attacked the Revolutionary Army." His teeth were chattering, his eyes were wide open, and his eyes were blazing with anger.

His fists clenched unconsciously, his knuckles turned white from the force, and the protruding blue veins were like winding earthworms, showing his extreme anger.

"These hypocritical guys, in order to maintain their so-called rule, treat people who pursue justice and freedom so cruelly." Ling Tian's breathing became rapid and heavy, and his chest heaved violently.

He thought of the efforts and sacrifices made by the Revolutionary Army to overthrow the unjust rule of the World Government and to bring hope to countless suffering people.

But now, they have suffered such a cruel blow, which fills his heart with resentment and grief.

"Do they think they can put out the flames of revolution in this way? That's wishful thinking!" Ling Tian shouted loudly, his voice full of determination and resolve.

"I will make them pay for what they have done!" There was a ruthless look in his eyes, as if he had already seen the scene of future battles with the enemy.

In this ruin, Ling Tian's figure seemed so lonely and powerful. His anger was not only for Baldigo in front of him, but also for all the oppressed and bullied people.