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

Saint Jaygolucia Satan slowly put down his hand and glanced at the battlefield, his eyes full of indifference.

"Okay, the place is cleaned up."

His tone was calm, yet it carried a sense of arrogance that seemed to be superior to all living beings, as if he had just finished an insignificant game.

Izambaron V. Nasujuro snorted coldly and stood with his hands behind his back.

“What a waste of time.

Still, it was quite interesting to see these ‘heroic resisters’ fall one by one.”

Jin An looked at them coldly, his body leaning forward slightly, his long sword at one side, with domineering aura surrounding the blade.

He took a deep breath to calm his chest, but a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Cleaned up? Ha, people like you who are timid and cowardly only have this much courage."

These words were like a sharp thorn, piercing straight into the arrogance of the Five Elders.

Jaygo Lucia Satansheng's eyes turned slightly cold, and he slowly turned around and stared at Jin An, his tone as piercing as the cold wind.

"Jin'an, if you don't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is, you'd better shut up. Otherwise--"

"if not?"

Jin An interrupted him, with a hint of joking in his tone.

"Aren't you gods? Is that 'performance' just now the so-called spirit of a god? It's nothing more than that."

These words caused silence all around.

Even the soldiers rescued by Jin An couldn't help but look at the Five Elder Stars nervously.

They understood that the Five Elders had always been proud of calling themselves gods, and such a provocation almost crossed their bottom line.

"Ah……"

Shepard ten Peter Saint suddenly chuckled, looked up at Jin An, a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes,

"We don't have the guts? Then you can try and see if you can leave here alive today."

Jin An did not answer, but slowly raised his long sword, the sharp blade reflecting the remaining flames on the battlefield.

The coldness in his eyes became more intense, and the air around him was stirred again with the fluctuation of his domineering aura.

"okay,"

Izambaron V. Nasujuro Sei raised his hand to interrupt the confrontation that was about to escalate, his tone full of disdain.

"Why waste so much time talking to someone who is barely alive?

Jinan, do you really think you can beat us?"

"Whether we can win or not, you'll know if you try." Jin An said in a low voice. He stepped forward and pounced towards the Five Elder Stars like a tiger.

His movements were filled with a thunderous momentum, and as he swung his long sword, the sword energy went straight to the throats of the five men.

Jaygo Lucia Satan snorted coldly.

"Impossible."

The Five Elder Stars attacked at the same time, and five powerful auras instantly locked onto Jinan. The battle broke out again, and amid the flashing of swords and shadows, the domineering auras of both sides clashed again, causing an earth-shaking explosion.

The battlefield instantly became a new Shura field.

On the battlefield, the aftermath of the domineering impact filled the air.

The air seemed to become sticky, and every breath seemed to squeeze the chest.

The collision just now was like a mountain collapse, shrouding the battlefield in suffocating silence.

Both the soldiers of the New Navy and the warriors of the Giant Tribe collapsed to the ground, their limbs weak and even standing became a luxury.

In the center of the confrontation, Jinan and the Five Elders were fighting fiercely.

Sweat beads appeared on Jin'an's forehead, and the hand holding the knife was slightly numb due to the long-term force impact, but his eyes were still sharp, like a bird of prey hunting.

The long sword hung at his side, the remaining domineering aura dancing on the blade, making a slight buzzing sound.

The Five Elders looked a little embarrassed.

Jaygolucia Satan Saint stretched out his hand to straighten the hem of his clothes that had been blown to pieces by the impact, with a mocking smile on his face.

"It seems you haven't learned what despair is.

Well, in the next round, I will let you fully understand the gap between gods and mortals."

"Really?" Jin An smiled faintly, with a provocative tone in his voice.

He slowly raised the knife and flicked the blade with his thumb, making a crisp metallic sound. "The last person who said that, his ashes are now scattered."

The expressions of the Five Elders froze slightly, but soon returned to normal.

Shepard ten Peter Saint snorted disdainfully.

“It’s just brute force.

A mortal like you, even if you have some tricks, will ultimately be nothing more than a mantis trying to stop a chariot."

The tension in the air rose again.

Suddenly, Jin An moved - he took a step forward, and the ground beneath his feet instantly cracked. His figure almost turned into a phantom, and rushed straight to the face of Jaygolucia Satansheng.

The long sword came whistling with terrifying sword energy, as if it was going to split the sky and the earth in two.

"Come on!" Saint Jaygolucia Satan growled and raised his arms to block the knife.

His arms were covered with thick Armament Haki, and sparks flew at the moment of collision. The deafening explosion shook the surrounding ground violently.

However, Jin An did not retreat. He turned around, and the blade of his sword once again stirred up a gust of wind, slashing towards another of the Five Elders.

Izambaron V. Nasujuro sneered and raised his hand, using his fingers as blades, accurately holding the blade. The two forces burst into dazzling light the moment they came into contact.

"This is just the beginning!"

Jin An growled, his domineering aura rising again, his sword power was continuous, even the Five Elders had to temporarily distract their attention and concentrate on dealing with his attack.

At the same time, the surrounding battlefield gradually came back to life.

The Seraphim were still wreaking havoc everywhere, but the warriors of the New Navy and the Giants seemed to feel Jin'an's momentum, gradually breaking free from the oppression, raising their weapons again and engaging in battle.

The Five Elders also realized this, and a hint of impatience flashed in the eyes of Isambaron V. Nasujuro.

“This guy is tougher than I thought.

But if he dies, how long can this mob last?"

"Then let's get serious."

Shepard ten Peter Saint said coldly.

He clasped his hands together, and the aura in his body suddenly changed, and a strange power spread around him.

Jin An keenly noticed this change. He frowned, took a step back cautiously, and stared at them coldly with the blade in front of him.

"Are you finally serious about this? I hope you're not just talking."

This time, the sky seemed to be shaking, and the battlefield was about to usher in an even more brutal confrontation.

The atmosphere on the battlefield suddenly became heavy, and an almost suffocating sense of oppression permeated the air.

Jin An looked around slowly, a hint of coldness in his eyes.

He caught a glimpse of the Seraphim from the corner of his eye. Those tall, cold-eyed replicas were approaching from all directions, surrounding him tightly.

The Seraph closest to him, the one that resembled Hawkeye Mihawk, held a scaled-down black sword called "Night".

The blade gleamed coldly in the sunlight, as if it could tear through the air at any time.

It raised its head slightly, its eyes cold and ruthless, completely without the emotional fluctuations of a normal creature, but full of murderous intent.

Another Seraph stood on the other side of Jinan.

Energy balls gathered in his hands, purple light pulsating in his palms, containing unimaginable destructive power.

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