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

"Hoohoohoo..."

On the battlefield of Elbaf, a cold wind whistled past, carrying with it the smell of blood.

Jin An stood among the rocks, his long sword slightly lowered, his jet-black cloak fluttering in the wind.

His eyes swept across the land before him. The shattered battlefield was in ruins. Among the ruins, the figures of the Seraphim were like sharp blades, moving across the battlefield accurately and fatally, bringing irresistible destruction.

And in this chaos, Jin An suddenly felt an indescribable malice, like the shadow of a poisonous snake approaching him from all directions, bringing with it a suffocating feeling of oppression.

This feeling did not seem to come from the number of enemies or the threat of the Seraphs, but from a deeper and darker existence.

Jinan slowly raised his head and narrowed his eyes slightly.

His perception had long been extraordinarily sharp, and the hidden malice made him break out in a cold sweat on his forehead.

There was a strange smell in the wind, like invisible chains falling from the sky, trying to restrain his movements and thoughts.

"This is……"

He murmured in a low voice, his eyes gradually becoming cold.

His eyes swept to the distant sky, where dark clouds were rolling like ink, as if the entire sky was pressing down on him.

This feeling is not an illusion, but a real murderous intent coming from an unknown existence overlooking the battlefield.

Jin An frowned, turned the knife in his hand gently, and tapped the blade with his fingertips. The crisp metallic sound cut through the air, dispelling some of the heavy feeling of depression.

"Is this Im's work?"

Countless thoughts flashed through Jinan's mind.

As someone who had fought against the Five Elders and had some understanding of the ins and outs of the World Government, he vaguely guessed the source of this malice, but found it difficult to fully confirm it.

The only thing that is certain is that this malice is not ordinary hostility, but a deeper level of targeting, a cold determination to completely wipe him out and not even spare his soul.

"Jin'an!"

A hurried shout came from behind. It was Marco from the Whitebeard Pirates.

He flew in from the other side of the battlefield in a panic, his wings stained with the burn marks of the Seraph.

"Do you feel... that there is something wrong on this battlefield?"

Jin An didn't look back, but just nodded slightly.

"It's malicious."

He said quietly, his voice as low as a drawn blade.

"Malicious?"

Marco was stunned.

"Where did it come from?"

"From above your head, from under your feet, from every gust of wind."

Jin An said coldly, then suddenly raised his head and looked forward, his eyes like lightning,

"The whole of Elbaf is enveloped by this feeling.

It’s judging and targeting each and every one of us, or…”

Marco felt a chill down his spine when he heard this.

He looked around. The Seraphim were still slaughtering indiscriminately on the battlefield. The defenses of the Giants and the New Navy were collapsing rapidly. However, there was a strange sense of confusion and slowness in the eyes of those ordinary soldiers, as if they were being pulled by some invisible force.

He finally realized that this battle was not just a contest of strength, but also that there were more hidden forces quietly eroding everything on the battlefield.

At this moment, a scarlet beam of light suddenly fell from the sky and landed directly in the center of the battlefield!

Jin An narrowed his eyes and quickly raised the long sword in his hand. The blazing sword energy instantly tore through the shock wave brought by the light column, but he still took a half step back.

The sense of oppression emanating from that pillar of light was deeper than any attack by the Five Elder Stars.

"coming……"

Jin An said in a low voice, with a murderous look in his eyes.

The laughter of Saint Jaygolucia Satan came from a distance. His figure appeared behind the beam of light, with his hands spread out. His tone was full of mockery and coldness:

"Do you feel the real pressure from the World Government? Jinan, this is where your doom begins."

Jin An looked at him coldly, with his long sword hanging at his side. The tip of the sword scraped across the ground, leaving a clear mark.

He did not respond, but raised his foot and took a step forward. His aura instantly rose to the extreme, like a long-sleeping dragon being awakened.

“Malice…”

He repeated in a low voice, but there was a cruel smile in his voice.

"Since you took so much trouble to lure it to me, let me crush it myself."

In Mary Geoise, deep in Pangu City, Im sat on the unattainable throne.

Thick curtains isolated the hall in shadow, with only a few rays of light shining through the window lattices, shrouding her outline in a mysterious and majestic aura.

Her slender fingers tapped lightly on the armrests of the seat, and her eyes stared through the void at Jin'an far away on the battlefield of Elbaf.

"interesting."

Yim raised his chin slightly, and the corners of his lips curled up in an arc that seemed like a smile.

She had long been accustomed to looking down on all living beings, and her own existence should be an imperceptible dimension to those mortals.

But at this moment, she actually felt that Jin An's gaze seemed to penetrate through layers of barriers and directly touch her existence.

That clear sense of awareness made her lose her calm for a moment—it was a strange feeling that no one had been able to give her in hundreds of years.

"Jin'an..."

Yim murmured softly, and his finger movements suddenly stopped, and his slightly tightened fingertips sank into the soft cushion of the seat.

Her originally calm state of mind was now stirred up by a ripple.

This fluctuation was fleeting, but the moment it disappeared, it turned into even deeper anger and murderous intent.

"It's unforgivable..."

Her voice was as low as a whisper, but as cold and sharp as an icy blade cutting through the sky.

She lowered her eyes, and a ball of flowing energy appeared in her palm. The dark energy was faintly dotted with scarlet, as if it contained the wails and curses of countless wronged souls.

"You are just a mortal, how dare you spy on my existence."

Her tone was so cold that even the air in the hall seemed to become suffocating.

She stood up slowly, her cape fluttering behind her without wind, and the hem of her robe dragged on the ground, making a low friction sound.

She took a step forward, and the atmosphere of the entire Pangu City suddenly changed. The strong pressure seemed to have set off an invisible wave, enveloping everything around it.

"Jin'an, you've made me interested in this game again."

Yim sneered, raised his hand and waved it, and a mirror as black as ink emerged from the void.

The mirror showed the scene of the Elbaf battlefield, and Jin'an's stern face was clearly reflected in her eyes.

"But what can you do even if you are aware of my presence? In the end, it is just like a mantis trying to stop a chariot."

She narrowed her eyes slightly, and the mirror cracked, turning into countless pieces that fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Pass the order."

She turned and looked at the Five Elders who were slowly approaching from behind her, her tone unquestionable,

"Speed ​​up the ritual. I have waited too long for this chess game."

The World Government researchers nodded slightly, then turned and left.

The rest of the guards quickly followed the order and disappeared into the hall.

Yim stood alone in the center of the hall, his eyes looking into the distance again.

The will that opposed hers was strong and firm, but it also aroused her murderous intent even more.

"Since you can sense me, let me personally wipe you out from this world."

She spoke softly, her voice low but full of authority, like a judgment.

As she raised her hand, the clouds in the sky began to roll, and the entire sky above Marijoa was covered by scarlet rays of light.

The energy accumulated like a tide, and eventually turned into an undercurrent that led directly to the battlefield - that was the power of Im himself, with a devastating momentum, heading straight towards Elbaf.

"This is the price you pay for provoking me."

Yim said coldly, his eyes cold and resolute.

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