Pirates: The Greatest Scoundrel in Navy History

At the same time.

Grand Line, the waters near Alabasta.

Gaya Island.

The tavern full of pirates was extremely quiet at this time. Everyone stood there as if they were facing a great enemy, staring at the two figures in the corner of the tavern with a look of doubt and fear, not daring to breathe.

They even ignored the unruly blond figure on the video Den Den Mushi screen.

"Those two guys..."

"How could he, how could they appear here!"

"This is not the New World!"

"How could monsters like them come to a mere paradise!"

"..."

The shiny slicked-back hair, the Mafia-style vest, the black fur coat, and the iconic broken arm and golden hook...

The black hat, the one-armed, the slender black windbreaker, and the exaggerated huge black broken sword behind...

"The King, the Seven Warlords of the Sea!"

"Crocodile!"

"And Jurakol Mihawk!"

"..."

Looking at the two people sitting face to face and drinking from time to time, the pirates felt their legs go weak.

But they didn't dare to move at all, for fear of disturbing the two Seven Warlords of the Sea who were drinking.

They had heard of the fierce reputation of Crocodile and Mihawk!

The former challenged the legendary pirate of the New World, Whitebeard, a month ago, which caused quite a stir at the time. Even the Navy Headquarters was alarmed and prepared to fight the Whitebeard Pirates at any time.

However, both sides later maintained restraint, and no one really understood the process of the battle that day. It was only known that Crocodile left the New World after the battle, and a hideous and terrifying scar appeared on his face.

Compared with Crocodile who dared to fight Whitebeard, "Hawkeye" Mihawk was even more terrifying in the eyes of the pirates.

It is said that a large-scale pirate group in the New World chased and killed the pirate group for several days and nights just because their captain said something bad, and finally cut all the dozens of pirate ships of the pirate group into two pieces by himself.

And now, two of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, who are so bad and terrifying in both strength and character, appeared at the same time in a small place like Jaya Island. It is really hard not to feel terrified.

"Those two guys...did they come to Gaya Island to challenge for a fight?"

"That's impossible. Didn't Crocodile just challenge Whitebeard?"

"Maybe he wants to get back at Hawkeye Mihawk?"

"Shh! Keep your voice down. Do you want to die!?"

"No...I need to leave this island as soon as possible..."

"I always feel it's too dangerous here."

"..."

The pirates exchanged glances with each other. Many of the timid ones dragged their trembling legs and retreated behind others silently, ready to sneak out of the tavern at any time.

"Tsk, I was really tricked. I didn't expect that Doflamingo was actually a Celestial Dragon."

Ignoring the strangeness of the pirates around him, Crocodile bit a lit cigar in his mouth and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.

While speaking, he glanced at the crazy blond Celestial Dragon boy on the screen, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He shook his head, and then looked at the eagle-eyed boy who was drinking quietly in front of him again, and said helplessly:

"But then again, why did you come back from the New World to find me?"

Mihawk raised his eyes.

The sharp eyes cast over, and Crocodile felt dazzling for a moment.

"Do you know the news about Mr. Darren?"

Mihawk asked lightly.

"..."

Crocodile laughed a little angrily:

"Is that why you ask this?"

Mihawk nodded and said:

"My recent swordsmanship practice has reached a bottleneck, and I want to ask Mr. Darren for guidance."

"Cough cough cough cough!!"

Crocodile coughed violently and almost choked himself to death.

He looked at Mihawk as if he was a madman, and said in disbelief:

"Do you really believe he can use swordsmanship?"

Mihawk frowned and said:

"You seem to doubt Mr. Darren's strength."

Crocodile said unhappily:

"That guy doesn't know any swordsmanship at all! He just relies on..."

"--Can you take Mr. Darren's sword?"

Mihawk suddenly interrupted Crocodile.

The corner of Crocodile's mouth twitched.

He opened his mouth, and his face flushed slightly and then quickly disappeared.

He was confident in himself.

It had been so long since the last "fight" with Darren., and he has become much stronger.

But when he thought of the newspaper reports about Darren "tearing apart" the Five Elders and "suppressing" the Navy Headquarters alone, he lost his confidence for a while.

The most important thing is that he thoroughly felt the horror of the top combat power in this sea in the fight with Whitebeard not long ago.

Even though a full month has passed, even though the scars on his face have healed, Crocodile still feels a dull pain from time to time.

That majestic, irresistible, and desperate power.

And there is no doubt that Darren... has definitely entered that level of existence.

I just don't know how far he is from Whitebeard.

"...Anyway, that guy's moves are definitely not swordsmanship!"

Crocodile said unconvinced.

However, at this time, Mihawk suddenly narrowed his eyes:

"I don't want to hear similar words again, otherwise I won't let you go."

Crocodile was stunned.

He glanced at Mihawk's expression and his eyes twitched.

This guy's expression is so scary.

"Wait..."

He suddenly seemed to remember something, and asked with wide eyes:

"Could it be... that pirate group was killed by you because their captain said..."

Mihawk did not deny it, but just took a sip of the wine glass.

Crocodile: "..."

...

Holy Land Marijoa.

Thunderous applause still came from the window far away, from the direction of the square below the Stairs to Heaven.

As if to satisfy the desires of those in power, Pangu City, located on the Stairs to Heaven, towers into the clouds, like a natural sanctuary.

Looking up from the bottom of the Stairs to Heaven, you can only see a spotless staircase gradually protruding into the sea of ​​clouds. You can't see the appearance of Pangu City with your naked eyes.

On the contrary, from the power hall of Pangu City, you can overlook the entire Holy Land Marijoa from a high vantage point, and all the beautiful scenery and views are in full view.

But Darren, standing in the Hall of Power at this moment, did not have much time to appreciate the magnificent scenery in front of him.

The smoke of the cigar lingered on his cheeks, and his eyes fell on the passage in the deepest part of the Hall of Power.

From that direction, a refreshing and refreshing floral fragrance came out faintly, making people feel relaxed and happy.

There is no doubt that the path leads to the flowers.

But Darren did not take a step forward, but just stood there quietly.

A playful smile gradually rose at the corner of his mouth.

"Sasibulidana, Marshal Kong."

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