Pirates: The Greatest Scoundrel in Navy History

Just when Darren easily dealt with Moonlight Moria, the stubborn kid, an uninvited guest had already arrived at the naval base.

"How about, let me be your opponent next?"

A voice full of fighting spirit came from the direction of the sea. The voice was very young, but it was hoarse and sharp, which people could not forget once they heard it.

The flying squirrel's face changed slightly, and he turned around and looked. The scene that came into his eyes made his pupils shrink.

"What is that?"

A dark boat was floating on the sea at a slow and steady speed.

The bottom of the boat was covered with strange patterns, the black rectangular outline, and the blue flame candles burning on the hull... This unique boat was full of gloomy atmosphere. From a distance, it looked like a black coffin floating on the sea!

And on this coffin boat, there was a mysterious thin figure.

He was a boy who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old. His short black hair was neatly combed back, with long sideburns on both sides. He wore a floral shirt on his upper body and black leather pants on his lower body.

The boy was sitting there with his legs crossed, carrying a huge light black long sword behind him that was taller than him. The slender handle was in the shape of a "cross".

The strange coffin, the green candlelight like a ghost fire, and the long sword in the shape of a cross... made this cold-tempered boy like the god of death patrolling on the sea, harvesting lives in the world.

However, what surprised the flying squirrel the most was the look in this guy's eyes.

The pupils were deep, and the black lines were focused on the dim background, as if he had an insight into human nature and everything, which made people shudder.

"There's something wrong with this kid's eyes... As sharp as a falcon's eyes..."

The flying squirrel frowned, and his hands hidden under the sleeves of his military uniform involuntarily emitted strands of blue arcs, clearly ready to attack at any time.

He actually felt a sense of threat from this mysterious 16-year-old boy!

How is this possible!

The flying squirrel was a little surprised.

He possessed the Thunder Fruit, which was known as the "strongest natural power", and after successfully cultivating his domineering power, he had few rivals in the entire first half of the Grand Line, let alone in his own territory of the North Sea.

But at this moment, he felt the threat of death from a kid of about 16 years old!

"My North Sea is really lively..."

Darren also turned around at this time, looking at the little ghost on the coffin boat with interest, and said:

"Are you sure you want to challenge me, Joracol Mihawk?"

Before Mihawk spoke, the flying squirrel next to him widened his eyes, a little shocked.

This mysterious little ghost... is on Darren's list!

He actually took the initiative to deliver himself to the door like Gekko Moriah! ?

The flying squirrel subconsciously glanced at a distance not far away. Gekko Moriah had regained consciousness slightly under the treatment of the navy. The wound on his broken arm was hastily bandaged. He looked dying and about to die.

"Do you know me?" Mihawk frowned, staring at the vice admiral of the navy, and said coldly.

"I have heard of your name..." Darren smiled, "I am more curious. You clearly saw me killing Moria just now, so you should be very clear about my strength..."

"You are talking nonsense! I haven't used my full strength yet!" Moonlight Moria, who was not far away, heard this and shrieked with red face.

"Save your energy."

The figure of the flying squirrel suddenly appeared beside him and glared at him unhappily.

Moonlight Moria blushed and gritted his teeth:

"My trick has not been used yet. If I merge those hundreds of shadows-"

"-Even if you swallow a thousand shadows, you are not Darren's opponent. That is not a force you can control at all..."

The flying squirrel patted the wound on Moria's broken arm. The severe pain made him tremble and wail.

"Perhaps you will become very powerful after integrating the shadows of hundreds of navy soldiers, and you can even smash a town or even an island, but Darren can do that easily."

When Moria heard this, his expression froze, and he stammered and couldn't speak.

The flying squirrel sighed and "comforted":

"It's normal that you can't beat Darren. There are only a few people who can beat him on this sea... It's not shameful to lose to him."

"Don't move, the wound is still bleeding, I'll help you deal with it... Otherwise, with this amount of bleeding, you will die in a few minutes."

Moonlight Moria gritted his teeth, stared at the flying squirrel with bloodshot eyes, and said angrily:

"Damn it! You are just a navy admiral.What qualifications do you have to teach me a lesson!"

"I can't beat that monster, but I can easily kill you--"

Boom!!

A huge thunderbolt suddenly fell from the sky, sank into the ruins of a military fortress in the distance, and exploded into hundreds of high flames.

"What did you say?"

The flying squirrel retracted his hand with arcs, and said expressionlessly to the stunned Moonlight Moria.

Moonlight Moria:...

"No, nothing."

The corner of his eye twitched, a drop of cold sweat slid down his forehead, and a trace of fear seeped into his eyes when he looked at the flying squirrel.

This guy... is also a monster!

Then he saw that hot plasma began to emerge from the flying squirrel's hand and stretched towards him.

"What do you want to do! ?"

Moonlight Moria said in horror, trying to struggle back.

But several navy soldiers next to him held him down tightly.

"Help you stop the bleeding. "

The flying squirrel said calmly.

Then his hand, which was glowing with lightning, pressed directly on the wound of Moria's broken arm.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!! "

Moonlight Moriah wailed in pain, the unimaginable pain made his whole body twitch uncontrollably, and his legs kicked wildly.

Sizzle... The flesh was burnt and blurred, and a strange smell filled the air.

Soon the screams stopped, and Moonlight Moriah fainted again.

...

For the little farce here, Mihawk just glanced at it lightly, his sharp eyes stayed on the flying squirrel for a short time, then moved away again, and finally fell on Darren again.

At this time, the boat was less than a hundred meters away from the coast. Mihawk slowly stood up and said in a deep voice:

"Your strength is indeed unimaginable. You are an opponent I have never met..."

He stared at Darren with a burning look in his eyes, and suddenly smiled:

"But it is precisely because you are strong enough that it makes sense for me to challenge you, isn't it? "

He raised his hand, pressed the light black long sword behind him that looked like a huge cross, and drew the sword out of its sheath!

Clang!!

A humming sound like a dragon's roar sounded, and a strong wind suddenly rose on the calm sea surface. The waves became turbulent, as if stirred by some sharp breath and became manic.

The long sword, which was taller than him, pointed at the vice admiral on the coast. The two completely different auras of heaviness and sharpness emanated from the blade at the same time, and the tip of the blade reflected an amazing cold light in the sun.

"The blade is a chaotic blade with a heavy flower Dingzi, and the name of the sword is... Night."

Mihawk's eagle-like pupils locked onto Darren, and he said coldly:

"My name is Joracol Mihawk, and I am here with this sword to challenge you, the "King of the North Sea" Rogers Darren!"

"Go ahead, let me see your true strength!"

"And your... special swordsmanship! ” ··· ··· ··· ···