Pirates: The Greatest Scoundrel in Navy History

Chapter 136

The weather was very bad, but the weather was very bad.

Training camp, school field.

The yellow sand fluttered in the afterglow of the evening.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Gion... Your physical condition is not very good now."

Darren looked at Gion in front of him with a determined look, and said helplessly.

He could see her fatigue from Gion's face without even the perception of the biomagnetic field.

Gion remained unmoved and said coldly:

"You haven't recovered to your best state, have you?"

Darren shook his head and said:

"If you want to challenge me, I welcome you anytime. It doesn't have to be now."

"No, it has to be now!"

Gion looked at the sunset glow in the distant sky, and the setting sun that was about to sink into the horizon, and gritted his teeth and said:

"Although this sounds very unreasonable, you also know that I have a bad temper, don't you?"

Darren: ...

It's over, those two bad words will probably be remembered by her for the rest of her life.

I didn't realize she was so vindictive before.

"Well, since you insist..."

Before Darren's voice fell completely, Gion had already drawn his sword suddenly, and his figure shot out from the original place like a gust of wind, attacking him.

The famous sword Kinpira, which was at least a large and fast sword of the 21st level, burst into dazzling brilliance, and the sword light flashed like lightning.

The air suddenly burst into a sharp buzzing sound. Gion's sword was already quite good!

Darren's eyes lit up.

As expected of a future candidate for the admiral of the navy, Gion's knives talent and level were praised by admiral-level masters like Mr. Zefa.

The magnetic field perception was instantly opened, and Darren turned sideways without any warning.

Gion's sword just brushed the ends of his hair and slashed heavily into the ground.

Rip it! !

The sword light suddenly shot out, and a sword mark of dozens of meters long suddenly lay across the ground of the training ground, rolling up the surging yellow sand.

Seeing the power of this sword, Darren's eyes twitched.

This girl seems to be really angry...

The sword missed, and Gion decisively changed his moves.

At the moment of wrist flip, the dark Armament Haki was quickly stained with Kinpira, dragging horizontally towards Darren's waist and abdomen.

'The swordsmanship is indeed very strong. '

Darren had such a thought in his mind, and the blue arc of electricity jumped on the fingers of his right hand.

The invisible magnetic field spread out strangely, and Gion's face suddenly changed slightly, and he felt a strong dragging force covering his knife.

The knife's momentum suddenly slowed down, and Darren took advantage of the situation and lightly retreated, avoiding it lightly.

"Why don't you attack! Do you look down on me!?"

Gion bit his lower lip with his pearly teeth and swung the knife towards Darren again.

The knife light poured down like a storm, like ink splashing, covering Darren's figure tightly.

Darren sighed secretly, calmly took Gion's attacks one by one, and shook his head slightly in his heart.

Although he had not practiced swordsmanship systematically, he had seen pigs run even if he had not eaten pork. After all, he had faced Roger's mysterious "divine avoidance".

Not to mention that this time he went to sea, he had fought with famous strong men such as Barrett, Quinn and Kaido, which allowed him to accumulate enough combat experience...

It is no exaggeration to say that Darren's current strength and vision have risen to an incredible level compared to when he just left the North Sea.

In his eyes, Gion's moves at this time seemed sharp and decisive, but they were full of a kind of venting force and lacked flexible and adaptable skills.

Like a child waving a knife randomly, she was simply venting her inner anger.

She wantonly squandered her remaining physical strength and the domineering power she had just mastered, without any intention of saving.

Like a flood pouring down, throwing away all the emotions.

Thinking of this, Darren calmed down and gave up dodging. Instead, he covered his hands with armed color domineering, and kept blocking Gion's attacks like a live target.

Clang clang clang clang!!

The sound of metal clashing and colliding continued to ring, and the bright sparks reflected Gion's slightly bloodshot eyes.

One minute,

Three minutes,

Five minutes,

Ten minutes...

As time went by, Gion's movements became obviously slower, and the excessive release of domineering made her gradually begin to lose strength.

Her breathing became rapid, and her face gradually turned pale.

Seeing this, Darren suddenly stretched out his big hand.

Clang! !

A sharp explosion suddenly sounded.

The famous sword Kinpira was painted by Darren.

Hei's five fingers grasped tightly, rubbing out large sparks.

The school field suddenly became quiet.

Gion looked at the knife held by Darren and tried to pull it out with force, but it didn't move at all.

"Do you feel better now?"

Darren looked at Gion calmly.

This sentence seemed to be a signal, which made Gion's expression stunned.

The light in her eyes dimmed quickly, and the fatigue of excessive physical exhaustion surged into her heart. Her eyes, which had always been cold, turned red and she was a little unstable.

Darren let go of his hand, his eyes were soft, and he whispered:

"Go back and rest early."

He glanced at the sky.

At this time, the sunset had completely fallen, and the night was about to fall. Only the last ray of afterglow in the distant sky was struggling to support it.

In the direction of the civilian area, wisps of smoke rose from every household.

Noticing Darren's gaze, Gion bit her lip.

"No, we haven't decided the winner yet."

She held the hilt of the knife and supported her heavy body to stand up again.

Trembling.

Darren was stunned and frowned:

"You have reached your limit..."

"--I said it's not over yet!! You can't leave!"

Gion said fiercely.

Holding the knife in her hand, she rushed towards Darren with red eyes.

But the moment she took a step, she staggered due to exhaustion.

Darren hurried forward to support her.

Gion crashed heavily into his arms, her tied bun scattered, and her long black hair scattered like a waterfall.

"You... you let me go!"

A shy blush flashed across Gion's face, but it quickly disappeared.

She struggled in Darren's arms, trying to break free.

"You can't even stand steadily..."

Darren said with some amusement:

"I'll take you back first, and then go home by myself... Don't worry, I won't take advantage of you."

"No..."

Gion's lips turned pale, but he still shook his head.

Darren frowned.

But he suddenly noticed one thing.

That is, since Gion came to him, she seemed to have been observing the weather.

And her sword moves were not the decisive pursuit of instant kills in the past, but instead had a feeling of delaying time and consuming the opponent's physical strength...

Could it be...

An absurd thought suddenly popped up in Darren's mind.

Gion is deliberately delaying time and consuming my physical strength to prevent me from going home?

The correct way to say it is, not letting me go home... to do something bad?

Probably not...

Darren's mouth twitched, but he still cautiously tried to say:

"Gion, I'm going to confess something to you..."

"Ahem..."

"That is, I didn't have that kind of relationship with Ashi."

As soon as the voice fell, Darren's expression froze.

Because he actually found out...

Gion in his arms stopped struggling!