Pirates: Rush to the Peak

The extremely hard ice surface below could not withstand such a terrifying force. Countless fine cracks appeared in an instant and spread rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Manlong's expression suddenly changed at this moment, and a look of astonishment and disbelief appeared on his rough face.

An extremely absurd thought arose in his mind involuntarily: "How could this guy have such powerful strength? It is totally disproportionate to his body!"

For a long time, the Barbarian Dragon has roamed the sea with its innate terrifying body. But now, facing this unknown guy in front of him, he feels a sense of pressure and threat.

At the same time, after witnessing with his own eyes that the thunder strike he was determined to achieve was easily resolved by the opponent, Tisza did not feel the slightest bit of anger.

On the contrary, a hint of ecstasy appeared on his face.

He cheered repeatedly, "Great, great! Today I finally met a strong man who can be called an opponent!"

Before he finished speaking, Tisza once again swung the huge axe in his hand, and launched a more ferocious and fierce attack on the barbarian dragon like a mad beast.

For a moment, cold light flashed, and axe shadows were heavy, sweeping towards the barbarian dragon like an overwhelming force.

Seeing that Tisza was coming at him aggressively, Manlong did not dare to be negligent at all and quickly waved his fists to respond.

However, because the incident happened suddenly and Tisha's attack was so swift and violent, the Barbarian Dragon seemed a little flustered and overwhelmed at the beginning.

Fortunately, he was experienced after all. He quickly stabilized his position, gradually adapted to the opponent's violent attack rhythm, and began to counterattack!

"Boom boom boom boom!!!"

While the two leaders of both sides were fighting fiercely, the troops led by them would naturally not be idle.

The sinister man drew the rapier from his waist and shouted to the pirates behind him.

"Beat them!"

"Oh!"

Seeing their boss fighting with the enemy, everyone cheered and joined in the fierce fight without hesitation.

In an instant, shouts of killing and the sounds of weapons clashing rose and fell, resounding through the sky; the whole scene was in chaos, and the smell of blood filled the air.

In the Golden City, in a building that suffered less damage.

Kuro was sitting leisurely in a luxurious and comfortable chair, enjoying Robin's gentle and meticulous bandaging service.

Her nimble hands danced gently over Kuro's injured part like dancing butterflies, and every movement was full of concern and care.

At this moment, a barely perceptible look of impatience suddenly flashed across the calm face of Enel, who was standing aside.

Although this change in emotion was fleeting, Kuro still keenly captured it.

He frowned slightly, looked at Enelu in confusion, and asked, "What's the matter? I see you seem a little absent-minded."

Enel snorted in annoyance and replied, "There's a bunch of reckless troublemakers outside. Tisza has already dealt with them. I don't know where these guys came from. How dare they come here to cause trouble at this time!"

Hearing this, Kuro couldn't help but feel very surprised and surprised.

There had just been a fierce battle here, and according to common sense, no one should be so ignorant.

So he quickly asked, "Who are the troublemakers? The navy?"

Enelu sneered and said disdainfully: "Humph, the navy was already blown into the sea by your previous attack. What appears now are just a bunch of small characters who overestimate their own capabilities and want to take advantage of the opportunity to make some profits."

"But since they came to our door, don't blame us for being rude!"

After he finished speaking, a cold light flashed in his eyes, as if he had foreseen the tragic end of those troublemakers.

After hearing this, Kuro nodded slightly to show his agreement.

"Well, okay, let's leave this matter to Tisha. With her ability, she will definitely be able to deal with those guys."

Kuro's voice sounded a little tired, as if this fierce battle had exhausted too much of his energy.

After saying this, Kuro gently closed his eyes and his body gradually relaxed.

He slowly adjusted his breathing, immersed himself in the tranquility, and slowly fell asleep.

During the fierce confrontation with Aokiji and others, he unleashed his powerful domineering aura without reservation, repelling the enemy's attacks again and again.

However, such high-intensity use of Haki also led to a rapid depletion of energy in his body.

Now, he urgently needs to recover his strength and replenish his lost domineering power through rest.

In the mysterious and solemn Marijoa, Saint Charles was like a cunning fox, tiptoeing and sneaking towards the underground dark room alone.

"Shh!"

Along with a slight sound, hundreds of scarlet spots of light suddenly lit up in the originally pitch-black underground darkroom, like a pair of eyes burning with anger, looming in the darkness.

Saint Charlos' eyes also began to flash a strange red light, echoing the red dots. In an instant, hundreds of blood descendants in black robes slowly walked out of the darkness like ghosts. They moved in unison, as if they had been trained countless times, and knelt down in front of Saint Charlos.

Seeing this, Saint Charlos nodded slightly to show his approval.

"Everyone get up." He said softly. Although his voice was not loud, it was full of irresistible majesty.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "swish" sound, and all the blood descendants stood up quickly as if they had received a unified command. They stared straight at Saint Charlos, revealing a kind of fanaticism and loyalty in their eyes, as if as long as he gave an order, they would rush forward without hesitation even if there were mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead.

"I just got news that someone is trying to harm our great master! Now is the time for us to stand up and dedicate everything to our master!"

Saint Charlos' words were powerful and echoed endlessly in this enclosed space.

Hearing this, the blood descendants were immediately excited and let out a deafening roar in unison.

The roar was like a raging sea, exploding underground and forming a series of powerful sound waves.

Fortunately, this underground dark room was dug very deep and surrounded by thick rock walls, otherwise such a huge movement would inevitably attract the attention of the outside world.