One Piece: Start as a mythical beast, practice to become stronger

The sky of Wan Guo was covered with dark clouds, as if echoing the fierce confrontation between the two powerful men.

There was a sense of oppression in the air, and even the islands in the distance seemed to be trembling in this atmosphere.

Kaido blocked Charlotte Linlin's overwhelming attack, and his strong arms easily blocked her fists, but he still had that nonchalant smile on his face.

"Old woman, why don't you be reasonable? I've already told you that Wan Guo's current situation has something to do with me, but it doesn't have much to do with me." His hoarse voice echoed in the air with a hint of seriousness.

Kaido's muscles were tense and his feet were deeply sunk into the ground, but he didn't seem to feel any threat. He looked up at the woman in front of him who had once been on the same boat with him, with a frivolous expression.

"Why do you chase me and beat me up every day? It really left a deep impression on me, hahahaha."

Charlotte Lingling's face turned pale, she sneered, her eyes full of cold murderous intent: "Don't make it sound so easy, I just want you to stop shamelessly staying in my territory. Every time you come here, nothing good happens. How dare you treat me as a joke?"

Her voice resounded like thunder, and with anger, she swung her huge fists towards Kaido again.

Each of her attacks carried the force to break through the air, and the ground kept breaking apart with her attacks.

Every time his fist struck, the ground shook like an earthquake, and even the mountains in the distance trembled slightly.

Kaido blocked her attack, but the cynicism was no longer in his eyes.

The smile on his face gradually disappeared, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. He obviously felt the real anger from his former companion, "Don't be so heartless. We are all from the same boat. Do you really want me to go this far?"

Charlotte Lingling's expression became increasingly grim, her eyes narrowed into a line, and the murderous intent in them was as sharp as a needle.

She didn't say anything more, her lips moved slightly, and she just said, "You must get out today!"

This simple sentence "Get lost" was like a sharp blade piercing Kaido's ears.

His expression changed from playful to gloomy, his beast-like eyes narrowed slightly, and as the dark clouds rolled, a rainstorm seemed to be coming.

His huge fingers clenched, and the veins on his arms bulged, revealing his inner restlessness and suppressed anger.

"You're really going to show no mercy?" Kaido asked in a low voice. There was no longer a hint of playfulness in his tone, but more of anger that was difficult to conceal.

His voice was like low-altitude thunder, carrying a sense of urgency as a storm was about to come.

But Charlotte Lingling didn't even look at him again, she turned and left, leaving only one cold word: "Get lost!"

Kaido stood there, his chest heaving rapidly, his fists clenched, looking at Charlotte Linlin's back, the anger in his heart almost burning.

His face turned livid, as if a storm was about to sweep across the skies of the nations.

But in the end, Kaido took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and suppressed the anger in his heart.

He knew that there was no point in continuing to argue at this moment.

He turned around coldly, his burly figure gradually moving away, his footsteps as heavy as thunder.

Every step left deep footprints on the ground, as if to trample the anger and humiliation deep into the earth.

The air in the world is still heavy and the dark clouds have not yet dispersed, but Kaido's figure has disappeared from the battlefield. All that is left for Charlotte Linlin is the tremendous rage that has not been vented behind him.

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The deep sea of ​​Fishman Island was as quiet as usual.

But in the dark alleys of Yuman Street, an ominous atmosphere was quietly brewing.

Under the cover of night, the evil dragon's eyes were sinister and cunning. He clenched the poison bottle in his hand, his fingers pressed against the bottle, as if he could feel the chill of the deadly venom within.

He sneered in a low voice and gently poured the poison into the opponent's food. A faint black mist instantly filled the air.

"The time has come." His eyes were cold, with a cruel light flashing in them.

The evil dragon stood aside, watching the faces of those who opposed him gradually become distorted with pain. Their bodies began to spasm and dull whimpers came from their mouths, as if they wanted to call for help but their throats were strangled by the poison.

The lights in the room were dim, reflecting their painful expressions, but the evil dragon did not have a trace of pity in his heart, but was instead filled with pleasure.

"You weaklings are never worthy enough to resist me!" His voice was cold and ruthless, like the darkness of the deep sea.

There was a cold determination in his eyes as he looked mercilessly at the people in Fishman Street who were gradually losing their lives.

The effect of the poison ruthlessly destroyed their vitality, and a suffocating and oppressive atmosphere filled the air.

The evil dragon slowly shifted his gaze away from the corpse, and then he took out a black and red pill from his waist. It was the murderous drug he had accidentally discovered.

He rubbed his fingers lightly over the pill, a sneer appearing at the corner of his mouth.

The powerful effect of the deadly drug filled him with confidence. He knew that with this drug, he would be invincible.

"Follow me." The evil dragon's voice was low and cold, carrying an irresistible sense of oppression.

His men, the armored murloc warriors, looked solemn, but their eyes flashed with fanatical faith and loyalty.

They followed the dragon without hesitation. The dragon raised his hand and signaled them to move forward.

Deep within Fishman Island, the area where the royal palace was located was brightly lit.

The guards stood vigilantly on high ground, but they did not realize that the shadow of death had quietly approached.

The evil dragon and his men approached the palace silently like ghosts in the dark night.

Each of their steps was heavy and firm, and the dragon's eyes were filled with desire for power and ambition.

"Today is your doomsday." There was a cruel light flashing in the evil dragon's eyes and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He held the deadly medicine tightly, ready to swallow it at the most critical moment to gain unparalleled power.

He could feel that he was about to take control, and Fishman Island would be at his feet.

As they got closer to the palace, the tension in the air grew thicker.

The dragon's breathing gradually became heavy, and his heartbeat was beating rapidly against his chest like a war drum. He knew that this moment would determine his fate.

His men also felt the tension and oppression that was about to explode. They gripped their weapons tightly, their pupils shrank, and there was a fanatical desire in their eyes.

"Charge in!" the evil dragon shouted coldly, and his order was like thunder tearing through the night sky.

The men rushed towards the palace gate like wild beasts, and the sound of swords clashing instantly cut through the night sky.

The dragon followed closely behind, his eyes gleaming with undisguised ambition and victory.

The outbreak of battle instantly set the entire palace on fire. The guards were caught off guard and frantically fought off the dragon's attack.

The flashes of swords and sabers flickered in the night sky, and blood dyed the ground red.

The evil dragon's fish-man karate carries unparalleled power, and his body becomes stronger due to the power of the murderous medicine. His attacks hit the guards who stand in front of him like a storm.

"I, the evil dragon, have come to take the throne of Fishman Island!"

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