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

However, the alliance of pirates seems to have brought a considerable threat to the new navy and the navy, but the reality is far from smooth as imagined.

At one of the locations of the negotiations.

Standing in front of a makeshift conference table on a deserted island, a group of hideous-looking and huge pirate leaders confronted each other, and the air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.

The sound of the sea waves, accompanied by the sea breeze, hitting the rocks of the island, seemed to be silently cheering for the impending conflict.

Sitting in the center of the conference table was "Bloody Hand" Abis, his bruised face covered with long and narrow scars. Whenever he lowered his head and squinted slightly, one could see a cold light flashing in his eyes like a venomous snake.

The wine bottle in his hand swayed slightly with his movements, making a crisp sound:

"We must unite, otherwise we will never be able to defeat those new navies.

They have the support of Whitebeard and other powerful men, so they should not be underestimated."

Abis' voice was low and intimidating, but his words did not receive a response from the audience.

"Flame Wolf" Rossi sneered and pointed at a sea chart on the table, his voice a little angry:

"Unity?

You want me to side with these unreliable guys?

If you think I would die for your benefit, you are dreaming.

I have always only believed in myself. "

He pointed his finger suddenly and almost crushed the bottle of wine on the table with his clenched fist. The atmosphere around them suddenly became tense.

"Hammer" Crow sat aside with his arms crossed. Not much emotion could be seen on his face, but his eyes flashed with a subtle fighting spirit:

“Do you have any opinions?

It would be better to just do it directly, since every pirate group is planning for themselves anyway."

As soon as these words fell, the entire conference room fell into silence.

Everyone knows tacitly that the relationship between these pirate leaders is no longer just a simple partnership, but rather they are hostile competitors.

Whether it was the distribution of treasure or the struggle for power, they could never reach a consensus.

But the current situation forces them to sit down and negotiate.

Everyone knew that if they could not resolve their internal differences, their union would be nothing but empty talk and would eventually be swallowed up by the new navy.

As a gust of cold wind blew, the "sea monster" Moore slowly stood up, his huge body looking even more powerful under the dim light.

He patted the carapace on his chest, looked up at everyone, and said in a low voice:

“Stop arguing.

We old guys all know that the ones who can really command us are always the strong ones.

How can you guys have that ability?"

With a sneer on his face, he glanced at everyone present.

As he spoke, an invisible sense of oppression suddenly spread.

Although Moore's words were not shouted, the aura that enveloped the entire venue made it impossible for anyone to ignore his words.

The other pirate leaders showed displeasure on their faces, but no one dared to refute directly.

However, at this moment, "Black Sword" Kyle snorted coldly, stood up, and a cunning light flashed in his eyes:

"If you think that only violence can gain respect, then why don't we just fight it out and see whose ship is stronger and whose fist is harder?

If there is someone who can take the top position, wouldn’t that solve the problem?”

Kyle said this with a provocative smile on his face, and it was obvious that he was ready to challenge anyone who dared to confront him.

The other pirate leaders had complicated looks, some showed contemptuous smiles, while others flashed a hint of uneasiness.

The pirate world has always been about the strong being respected, and Kyle is clearly using this method to provoke the weakness of others.

But his words undoubtedly pushed the atmosphere to a new level - this alliance actually had no real ruler at all.

Abis gripped the table tightly, his knuckles turning white, his eyes dark, his heart full of confusion.

Although he strongly advocated unity, deep down, he did not completely trust these pirates.

Everyone has his or her own purpose, and no one is willing to completely submit to others in this chaos.

Whether it's money, power, or strategies to counter the new navy, everyone wants to ensure their own interests are maximized.

On the other side, Rossi's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness. He was not angered by Kyle's provocation, but analyzed the situation more calmly:

“This war, if we can’t resolve these contradictions from within, there’s no point in fighting it at all.

Everyone has their own wants, and without a strong leader, we can’t have a true alliance.”

In their view, whoever can gain the supreme leadership position can control the direction of the situation.

Such a leader should have enough power, or in other words, the means to convince everyone.

As time went by, the atmosphere became increasingly tense.

Negotiations remain at a standstill, and the pirates' differences seem increasingly difficult to reconcile.

Everyone has his or her own calculations in mind, and no one is willing to yield to others.

Just as More said, an alliance without a strong person to support it is doomed to be unstable, and without a strong person to suppress the others, the dawn of the Pirate Alliance will be delayed.

However, at this moment, a deep laugh broke the deadlock.

“Perhaps, what everyone needs is not a leader, but an ‘opportunity’.”

A hoarse voice sounded, and all the pirate leaders turned their eyes to the source of the voice - it turned out to be the "Black Dragon" Danhart who had been silent just now.

He stood aside, his eyes flashing with complex light, and a faint smile on the corner of his mouth:

“I can give everyone a chance, but it’s an opportunity that has to come at a price.”

His words were like fire, igniting everyone's hearts.

Black Dragon Danhart's words exploded like thunder in the conference room, instantly breaking the silence.

There was a complex light flickering in the eyes of every pirate leader—greed and vigilance.

Interests are indeed the things that can most cause conflicts and consensus.

Danhart stood there with a deep smile on his face. He knew that only interests and strength could completely change this deadlock.

There was no flowery language on the table, only his steady and hoarse voice echoing in everyone's ears:

"Each of us has our own desires and our own strengths, but in the end, there are only two things that can unite us - interests, and... strength."

His eyes slowly swept over everyone present, his deep gaze cutting through every face like a knife.

He knew that every word he said was stirring up trouble. The most fundamental driving force in the hearts of the pirates, especially these strong men covered in blood, was always those two words:

Interests and strength.

Rossi laughed coldly, and the bottle in his hand made a slight clinking sound.

There was no fear in his eyes, but instead a disdainful smile:

“You’re right, Danhart.

Without strength, all interests are just empty words.

Tell me, what kind of interests are worth my bowing my head to?"

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