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

The sounds from the sea reached Jin'an's ears, but he didn't even frown.

He whispered:

"surrender?"

There was a flash of coldness in his eyes, and his voice pierced the other party like a sharp blade.

"When you were wreaking havoc on the weak, did you ever give them a chance to surrender?"

Before he finished speaking, the sword in Jin An's hand had already drawn a meteor-like light, pointing directly at the core cabin of the command ship.

"boom!!!"

Then, a deafening explosion swallowed up the enemy ship's hope of survival and pushed the screams of the entire sea area to a climax.

The tragic sounds merged into a depressing sound wave, making it almost impossible to breathe.

Loki chuckled and shook off the fragments on his hammer:

"That's true."

He turned his head and looked at Jin An, his eyes still burning with fighting spirit.

"What's next? Should we go somewhere more lively?"

Jin An slowly retracted his sword and glanced coldly at the battlefield:

"Cleared. Moving on."

His voice was like the dead starry sky, cold, resolute and irresistible.

The wreckage and flames floated quietly in the void, like a fireworks feast that had just ended, the silence was heart-wrenching.

The atmosphere inside the ship was in stark contrast to that outside. Many people had excitement on their faces. Some even laughed and threw away their weapons, leaning back in their seats, and complained lazily:

"Is that the end? It's just getting warmer. I thought the World Government's fleet could hold out a little longer!"

"Tsk, I didn't even use one tenth of my strength. It's not satisfying at all."

These voices intertwined together with a kind of fearless frivolity, as if the huge battle just now was just a trivial and insignificant skirmish.

Everyone's movements and expressions revealed a sense of calmness and disdain, which was an attitude that only people with absolute strength could display.

However, in contrast to the noise is the tranquility in a corner of the battleship.

The blind swordsman sat steadily on an inconspicuous chair all his life. He was thin, but his back was straight, as if even the aftermath of the battle had not shaken him at all.

In his hand he held a plain sword, the blade neatly sheathed with only a bit of the hilt showing, as restrained yet unfathomable as his aura.

"Yo, brother of Lifetime, the battle is over."

A casual voice came from the side, and the person waved his hands while speaking, as if trying to break the overly peaceful atmosphere.

Yisheng did not respond immediately, but just turned his head slightly, his pale eyes as calm as water.

He nodded slightly, his voice low but gentle: "I know."

His tone was firm and natural, as if there was no need to confirm it with the naked eye.

In fact, his observation Haki had already covered the entire battlefield, sensing the destruction of every enemy ship and the falling wreckage.

He couldn't see, but the battle situation was clearer in his mind than anyone else.

The speaker smiled lightly and said half-jokingly:

"I really don't understand you. You have such strength, but you don't even draw your sword. Don't you feel suffocated?"

Yisheng raised the corners of his mouth slightly, his smile was shallow, but it carried some deep meaning.

He slowly stroked the surface of the scabbard, his movements so gentle as if he was soothing a sleeping beast.

He answered in a low voice:

“The sword remains unsheathed because it does not need to be.

I have already decided the outcome of the battle in my mind."

These words were extremely plain, but they made the other party swallow unconsciously.

Those soldiers who complained that they did not have enough fun might laugh at the enemy's destruction, but they never dared to underestimate their own strength.

Those who have seen him draw his sword understand that it is an indescribable horror. The sword edge is so fast that it is impossible to catch, and so accurate that it can pierce any loophole, as if what he is holding is not a sword, but the rules that control life and death.

Yisheng put the sword back beside him, a look of calmness on his face.

Although he did not draw his sword himself, every explosion and every ship that broke seemed to be cut off in his consciousness.

He knew that the battle was over and the enemy's defeat was inevitable.

"It's still not enough."

He whispered to himself, as if he was responding to someone else, or as if he was talking to himself,

"If there ever comes a day when we need to draw our swords, that will be a real battle."

His voice was very soft, but it seemed to touch everyone's heart.

The warriors who were still laughing couldn't help but fall silent for a moment, their eyes turning to the blind swordsman sitting quietly in the corner with complicated expressions.

They understood that their revelry just now was only because there was someone like him sitting quietly in charge, like an insurmountable mountain.

Inside the battleship's command cabin, the atmosphere became slightly solemn due to the return of the scout.

The fatigue on the investigator's face could not hide the heaviness in his tone:

"Based on the enemy's personnel configuration, these...are just the vanguard."

He paused, glanced at everyone, and added,

"In other words, most of them are cannon fodder."

His voice echoed in the cabin, contrasting with the silence of the wreckage floating outside the window.

However, the news did not cause the expected surprise.

Instead, everyone looked at each other and smiled faintly.

It seems that those dilapidated hulls covering the sea and the starry sky are just a warm-up.

"Tsk, that's right."

One of the team members shrugged nonchalantly and pointed out the window.

“We didn’t feel any challenge at all in the last game.

If the world government only uses these people to prevaricate, wouldn't we be very disappointed?"

"right,"

The other person took over the conversation, raising the corner of his mouth in a provocative arc.

“This kind of fight is not worthy of their reputation.

The vanguard troops are only at this level."

Although the atmosphere was relaxed, Loki, who was standing in the center, did not speak. His expression was unusually gloomy.

He leaned against the command desk, the hammer in his hand was casually placed on the ground, making a low sound. He looked out the window, thinking.

"I'm afraid they're going to split their forces into several groups."

Loki suddenly spoke, his voice was low but could not be ignored.

After these words were spoken, the laughter in the cabin gradually died down, and everyone's attention was refocused.

The white-bearded man standing nearby bowed his head and pondered for a moment, stroking his calloused chin with his sturdy palm, and replied in a deep voice:

"If that's the case... Elbaf has probably been attacked."

His voice was as steady and powerful as waves hitting rocks, but the content made it impossible to ignore the hidden crisis.

Elbaf, that is their base camp and the pride of the giants.

Whether in terms of status, resources or significance, once it is lost, the consequences will be disastrous.

"Elbaf?"

A young warrior was stunned for a moment, and looked at Loki with a complicated expression.

"Do you think it's possible? After all, there..."

"Don't underestimate their cunning."

Loki waved his hand, interrupting the other party's words.

Although his tone remained calm, his eyes were burning with a barely perceptible anxiety.

"If I were them, distracting fire to draw our attention and then suddenly attacking the rear base would be the most effective tactic."

Silence spread in the cabin.

Everyone was digesting the weight of this sentence, and there was a hint of uneasiness in their eyes.

Jin An stood aside at this time, remaining silent.

He glanced at everyone calmly, his arms folded across his chest, his brows slightly furrowed.

Hearing this, he raised his head and said briefly and decisively:

"We have to hurry."

The sound was not loud, but it was like the beating of a war drum.

Loki turned around and nodded slightly:

“Yes, now is the time to cut the Gordian knot.

We can no longer let them lead us by the nose.”

Whitebeard clenched the long sword in his hand, and his aura suddenly changed. A loud and tenacious voice echoed in the cabin:

"Elbaf will not fail! No matter what, we must ensure that the mission here goes smoothly."

As soon as the words were spoken, the anxiety among the crowd was quickly transformed into determination to act.

The ease and carelessness just now were swept away.

The soldiers checked their equipment one by one with quick and decisive movements. Their eyes revealed not only their will to fight, but also their determination to win this mission.

Yisheng in the corner was still sitting still, his hand lightly on the hilt of the sword, as if he was sensing something.

Then he whispered:

“The direction is clear.

The next step is to get serious.”

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