Pirates: The Greatest Scoundrel in Navy History

Chapter 588

Thinking of this, Darren couldn't help but estimate his current combat power.

Well, maybe there is still a distance from Roger and Whitebeard, the legendary strongmen standing at the top of the sea, but at least he won't be so passive in the fight.

As for Kaido sensei, he hasn't reached the peak of his strength at this time, and Darren estimated that he could fight him on equal terms.

"Hey! Darren boy, did you hear what I said!"

Seeing this stinky boy sitting there with a perverted look of a dream and a curve at the corner of his mouth from time to time, Zefa shouted loudly in annoyance.

"Don't worry, Zefa teacher, although my butt hurts a little, I'm in good condition now."

Darren came back to his senses and said with a smile.

Zefa looked at his weak and shriveled face and couldn't help rolling his eyes.

But before he could say anything, a majestic and boundless momentum suddenly broke out from the vice admiral in front of him and rushed towards him.

Zefa's face changed slightly, and his pupils shrank.

He looked at the admiral in front of him who was releasing his own aura wantonly with an unbelievable look.

"Your aura..."

Pah!

A thin crack suddenly appeared on the wall, and the coffee table cracked into countless lines, and the water in the glass rippled in circles.

"Do you understand, Mr. Zefa?"

Darren smiled, his black hair fluttered, and his aura rose from the ground like a towering mountain, as if there was no end.

As soon as the voice fell, the overwhelming aura was withdrawn like a tide, as peaceful as a calm lake.

If it weren't for the clearly visible cracks on the coffee table and the wall, Zefa would have thought that the suffocating oppression just now was just an illusion.

Zefa swallowed dryly.

He looked at Darren deeply, and suddenly became a little lost.

"It's actually true..."

Zefa took a big puff of his cigar, sat down on the sofa, his eyes slightly blank, and murmured in a low voice:

"I'm really old."

He never dreamed that Darren's weird training method could actually work.

This completely overturned his experience and judgment over the past few years.

The most annoying thing is that this way of practice has no universal significance at all, and can only be applied to this bastard boy himself!

If it were someone else, let alone inhaling it like Darren, I'm afraid they would have to leave on the spot if they got a little bit of it...

"It's okay, Teacher Zefa... In my heart, you are still one of the famous teachers in this sea."

Darren patted Zefa's shoulder and comforted him earnestly.

He understood this feeling very well.

Zefa's eyes twitched, and he slapped Darren's hand away with disdain, got up straight, and walked out of the office.

"Teacher Zefa, where are you going?"

"Don't bother me, kid!"

Zefah turned his head in anger and glared at Darren.

"I want to be quiet!"

After saying that, he pushed the door open and walked out, his back carrying an inexplicable melancholy and desolation.

Darren:...

"Why are you still angry? I told the truth."

He muttered softly.

"Bulu Bulu..."

At this time, the military Den Den Mushi in his arms suddenly called out.

Darren took out the Den Den Mushi and connected the signal.

"Godfather, the person has been found..."

A hoarse and low voice came from the military Den Den Mushi.

"It turns out that the guy has become a slave and is now imprisoned on an island by the Celestial Dragons as a prey for hunting games."

Hearing this, Darren's eyes narrowed subconsciously, and the corners of his mouth curled up with interest.

"Where is the location?"

...

New World, a certain island.

Snap!

The thorny iron whip pierced the air, adding another bloody wound to the bruised body of the snapper fishman.

Fisher Tiger gritted his teeth, the piercing pain made his tall body shackled by shackles tremble slightly, but he didn't say a word.

He knew that the painful wailing would only arouse the ferocity of this group of lunatics.

The sound of the iron whip falling came from all around, and a group of slaves with similar scars were driven by the guards, with numb eyes, walking slowly towards the center of the deserted island.

"Go forward!"

"The master is waiting for you scum!"

"Damn it! Move forward!!"

"..."

Swearing, scolding, grinning...all kinds of sounds kept ringing, the guard holding the bloody iron whip grinned, looking at the group of slaves with no feeling of looking at humans, as if he was just looking at a group of pigs to be slaughtered.

"What a bunch of rubbish!"

Fisher Tiger was furious when he noticed their looks and cursed in his heart.

At this time, anotherThe heavy whip fell, tearing the throat of a slave beside him, splashing a large amount of blood.

The man fell to the ground as if struck by lightning, and covered his torn throat with both hands. His body struggled subconsciously, and the shackles on his hands rattled.

Unstoppable blood seeped out from between his fingers, staining the cold and hard shackles red.

"Rose!"

Fisher Tiger's eyes instantly turned red, and he rushed over, stretched out his bloody broad palm, and tried to cover the wound in a hurry.

After being arrested and becoming a slave for a full six months, he has established a deep friendship with this group of "companions".

"Gugugu..."

The man named Ross had red blood foam in his throat, his eyes stared at the blood-red fishman in front of him, and made intermittent sounds with great difficulty.

"You...want to...escape..."

Before he finished speaking, his pupils had become dilated and he had completely lost his breath.

When the other slaves saw this scene, they also showed a look of pity in their numb eyes.

"Tsk! What bad luck!"

A guard angrily spat out a mouthful of pus and whipped again.

Snap!

The whip landed heavily on Fisher Tiger's back, and blood foam splashed.

"Go! Don't waste time!! Do you want to be like him too!?"

Fisher Tiger trembled all over, clenched his fists with both hands, and closed his eyes with blood and tears.

He took a deep breath in pain, and his mind was full of the unfinished words.

"You want to escape..."

Fisher Tiger opened his eyes again, and stood up again with red eyes.

The slave team continued to move forward.

Soon they came to a jungle.

Fisher Tiger passed through the dense forest, and he didn't know how far he had walked. Then he saw a bright and beautiful palace.

In the depths of the desolate and dead jungle, a magnificent palace suddenly appeared.

It was hard to imagine that such a luxurious and noble building existed on this deserted island.

The guards asked the slaves to line up in the open space in front of the palace.

Not long after, under the protection of several figures in white silk robes, a middle-aged man in noble clothes and a glass hood walked out slowly.

World nobles, celestial dragons!

Fisher Tiger's pupils shrank sharply, and he immediately recognized the identity of this person.

"Greetings to Saint Feplos."

The originally unruly guards and slave traders around him knelt on the ground in fear, not daring to look up, and said in unison.

"Well, so are they all trained?"

The Celestial Dragon named Saint Feplos had blond hair, ugly features, and dense pockmarks on his face, but he looked down at the crowd below with a look of arrogance.

"Yes, they have been together day and night for six months."

Fisher Tiger heard a slave trader answer in a flattering voice.

For some reason, when he heard this, he suddenly had a sense of uneasiness in his heart.

"That's good."

A fanatical and perverted smile suddenly appeared on the face of the Celestial Dragon.

"Then let's start."

"Stupid slaves, listen carefully... You should have been as humble as the dust on the ground, but now I have decided to give you a chance."

He grinned, and the sticky saliva actually slid from his mouth, with a kind of dementia.

"Kill each other... The last person who survived..."

The Celestial Dragon opened his arms and laughed hideously.

"I will give him freedom!!"

After the words fell, Fisher Tiger's face changed instantly.