"You rascal..."
The green pepper landed heavily on the ground, its body slightly unsteady; the knife had almost made it lose its footing.
He looked over and his face showed deep surprise.
When did such a young and powerful individual appear in the Navy?
"Old man, this guy is a Golden Lion!"
Old Cai gripped the naginata and gritted his teeth, saying, "They're extremely difficult to deal with!"
"Golden Lion? Code name, a rising star in the navy."
Green Pepper grinned and said, "Kid, get out of my way! I'd rather have Garp talk to me, you're not qualified! Back in the day, I fought Garp!"
Green Pepper with a Cone was Garp's greatest enemy back then. He hadn't fought him at first, but later, in order to deal with this enemy, Garp used his fists to flatten eight mountains before finally smashing the guy's head.
Back then, it was an extremely threatening force.
But that was back then.
"An old fellow who's stuck in the past and refuses to wake up? I know quite a few people like that."
Kuro, puffing on his cigar, said, "Old man like you, even from 800 miles away, I can smell your frail, almost dying aura."
Young Green Pepper might have been very strong, perhaps even strong enough that Garp had to punch eight mountains before he could defeat him.
However, Kuro could have done that level of skill years ago.
And green peppers...
Kuro didn't know how strong he was back then, but what he could sense now was that this guy's spirit and energy had long since been completely depleted, leaving only a little bit of confidence.
Otherwise, even if he's not as good as Garp, he wouldn't be that much worse, and he wouldn't be as weak as he appears now, like a candle flickering in the wind.
That battle probably blew away his spirit and morale.
Ultimately, that's the thing about domineering presence; once you lose your convictions or similar beliefs, it will keep declining.
As Kuro held off Chinjao's crew, the Marines behind him caught up, with Bastet gripping his large cleaver and Maynard rubbing his hands together in anticipation.
“It’s good that we’ve arrested you all this time,” Maynard said, lighting a cigarette.
"Get out of my way!"
From the side, a blond, handsome man riding a white horse rushed over, looking just like a prince from a fairy tale.
"Cavendish!"
Bastiyu shouted, gripped his shark-slaying sword, and charged forward, bringing the blade down with a fierce slash.
"I told you not to block the way..."
Cavendish leaped from his horse, his figure dancing in the air, scattering rose petals as he drew his luxurious rapier from his waist.
"Beautiful Sword - Bluebird!"
A powerful thrust, stirring up the surrounding air currents, spiraled and pierced towards Basteo's shark-slaying blade.
Bang!!
A loud bang echoed through the air as Bastiyu's shark-slaying blade shattered, causing him to stagger back a step.
“You bastard!” Bastio roared.
"I'll do it!"
Maynard moved forward like a boxer, directly to the spot where Cavendish was about to land, his fist clenched at his waist, and threw a punch.
"That won't work on me!"
Cavendish smiled confidently in mid-air, spun around, and flipped over, his rapier 'Durandall' drawing an extremely graceful circle.
"Beautiful Sword - Swan Lake!"
Cavendish spun around as if performing an inverted ballet, his rapier unleashing a flurry of slashes that engulfed Maynard, leaving several wounds.
Maynard grunted and retreated, clutching his body.
Cavendish spun around again, landing gracefully on the ground. A rose was dangling from his lips, and he said with a flirtatious look in his eyes, "Give up. When it comes to beauty, you can't beat me."
"Damn pirates!"
Maynard gritted his teeth, preparing to charge forward again, but then a huge shadow loomed over him.
When he turned around, a giant appeared behind him.
"Halding!" Maynard exclaimed in surprise, turning around to be on guard.
"The Navy? Those who obstruct my benefactor shall be executed."
A man wearing a skull hat, a black coat, and holding a knife in one hand walked slowly over and spoke calmly.
“Sleyman!” Bastiyu gripped the hilt of his knife and said in a deep voice.
In addition, the other pirates also surrounded the four of them.
A Longarm Tribe member surrounded them from the other side, sneering, "Navy, the price for stopping us is very high."
Another man, nearly five meters tall, dressed in a captain's uniform, with a bare chest and a serious demeanor, with a golden braid, surrounded the other side.
The four marines are now surrounded by pirates.
"Hahaha, now it's who's surrounding whom!"
Old Cai gripped his naginata and slammed it down heavily, saying, "Even the Golden Lion couldn't escape unscathed in front of so many of us!"
"Oh...this is truly astonishing. The pirates have actually teamed up, and some of them are even well-known figures," Kuro said, glancing around in surprise.
"It's too late for you to move aside now!"
A man with long orange hair, tattoos on his upper body, and three axes on his back stepped forward and said, "Everyone, let's attack together and not let them stop our benefactor."
This person is Lao Cai's younger brother, the thirteenth generation pillar of the Babao Navy.
“That’s right, it doesn’t matter who defeats Doflamingo now. What’s important is that we can’t let them stop our benefactor,” Old Cai said.
"I'll go first!"
Ideo stepped forward first, his fist contracted, and the surrounding air currents continuously gathered on it, ready to throw a punch.
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