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

Well, maybe there is still some distance between them and the legendary powerhouses like Roger and Whitebeard who stand at the top of the sea, but at least they won't be so passive when fighting.

As for Kaido sensei, he has not yet reached the peak of his strength at this time. Darren estimates that he can be at par with him.

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

Seeing this brat sitting there in a daze, with the corner of his mouth curled up from time to time, Zefa yelled angrily.

"Don't worry, Teacher Zefa. Although my butt hurts a little, I'm in a very good condition now."

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

Zefa looked at his weak and withered face and couldn't help but roll his eyes.

But before he could say anything, a majestic momentum suddenly erupted from the Vice Admiral in front of him and rushed towards his face.

Zefa's face changed slightly and his pupils shrank.

He looked at the Vice Admiral in front of him who was releasing his aura wantonly with a look of disbelief on his face.

"Your breath..."

Bang!

A long and thin crack suddenly appeared on the wall, the coffee table cracked with countless lines, and the water in the glass made ripples.

"Do you understand, Teacher Zefa?"

A smile appeared at the corner of Darren's mouth, his black hair was flying, and his aura was like a majestic mountain rising from the ground, as if there was no end.

As soon as the words fell, the monstrous momentum gathered back like a tide, as peaceful as a flat lake.

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

Zefa swallowed dryly.

He took a deep look at Darren and suddenly felt a little lost.

"It's actually true..."

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

"I'm... really old."

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

This completely overturned my experience and judgment in the past few years.

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

If it had been anyone else, let alone being inhaled by the storm like Darren, I'm afraid if it had stuck a little bit, they would have had to sit still...

"It doesn't matter, Teacher Zefa... In my heart, you are still one of the famous teachers in this sea."

Darren patted Zefa on the shoulder and comforted him sincerely.

He understands this feeling.

Zefa's eyes twitched, and he slapped Darren's hand away in disgust, stood up, and walked out of the office.

"Teacher Zefa, where are you going?"

"Don't worry about it, kid!"

Zefa turned his head angrily and glared at Darren.

"I want to have some peace and quiet!"

After saying that, he pushed open the door and walked out, with an inexplicable melancholy and desolate look on his back.

Darren:…

"Why are you still losing your temper? I told the truth."

He muttered softly.

"Bulu Bulu..."

At this time, the military phone bug in his arms suddenly called.

Darren took out his phone bug and connected the signal.

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

A hoarse, deep voice came from the military phone bug.

"It turns out that guy became a slave and is now being 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 curved with interest.

"Where is the location?"

New world, a certain island.

Snapped!

The iron whip covered with thorns cut through the air sadly, adding another bloody wound to the snapper's bruised body.

Fisher Tiger gritted his teeth, and the biting pain made his tall, shackled body tremble slightly, but he remained silent.

He knew that the painful wails would only further arouse the ferocity of this group of madmen.

The sound of falling iron whips came from all around, and a group of equally scarred slaves were driven by guards with numb eyes, slowly walking towards the center of the desert island.

"Everyone move forward!"

"My lord is waiting for you scum!"

"Damn it! Take a step forward!!"

"..."

Abuse, anger, laughter... all kinds of voices kept ringing out. The guard holding the blood-stained iron whip smiled evilly. He looked at this group of slaves with no feeling of looking at human beings, as if he was just looking at a group of slaves. Slaughtered pig.

"What a bunch of rubbish!"

Sensing their looks, Fisher Tiger was furious and cursed in his heart.

At this time, another heavy whipping fell, and the throat of a slave next to him was torn open, splattering a large amount of blood.

The man fell to the ground as if he had been struck by lightning. He covered his bloody throat with both hands. His body began to struggle subconsciously, and the shackles on his hands rattled.

The unstoppable blood seeped out from between the fingers, turning the cold and hard shackles red.

"Rose!"

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

After being captured and become a slave for half a year, he had already established a deep friendship with this group of "travelers".

"Gu Gu Gu Gu..."

The man named Rose had bright red blood foam pouring out of his throat. He stared at the blood-red fish-man in front of him and made intermittent sounds with great difficulty.

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

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

Seeing this scene, the other slaves also had unbearable expressions in their numb eyes.

"Tch! What bad luck!"

One of the guards spat out a mouthful of pus in annoyance and raised his whip again.

Snapped!

The whip fell heavily on Fisher Tiger's back, causing blood to splash.

"Let's go! Don't waste time!! Do you want to be like him!?"

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

He took a deep breath in pain, his mind filled with the unfinished words.

"You have to escape..."

Opening his eyes again, Fisher Tiger stood up again with red eyes.

The slave procession moved on.

Soon they came to a jungle.

After passing through the dense forest, Fisher Tiger didn't know how far he had gone, before his eyes gradually became clear.

Deep in the desolate and silent jungle, a magnificent palace suddenly appeared.

It is unimaginable that such a luxurious and noble building could exist on this desert island.

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

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

The nobles of the world, the Celestial Dragons!

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

"See Lord Pheplos Saint."

The originally unruly guards and slave traders around them knelt on the ground in fear, not daring to raise their heads, and said in unison.

"Well, are you all ready?"

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

"Yes, they spent six months together day and night."

Fisher Tiger heard the ingratiating voice of a slave trader reply.

I don't know why, but when he heard this sentence, he suddenly felt an uneasy feeling in his heart.

"That's good."

A fanatical and perverted smile suddenly appeared on Tianlongren's face.

"Then let's get started."

"Stupid slaves, listen up... You were supposed to be as humble as the dust on the ground, but now I have decided to give you a chance."

He grinned, and thick saliva actually slipped from his mouth, giving him a demented expression.

"Kill each other...the one who survives in the end..."

The Celestial Dragon spread his arms and laughed ferociously.

"I will grant him freedom!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fisher Tiger's expression suddenly changed.

Because he suddenly heard the sudden rapid breathing around him.

"No……"

Fisher Tiger raised his head in disbelief.

I saw this group of partners who had been together day and night for six months and took care of each other...

little by little,

coincidentally,

Turn around slowly,

He cast a numb look at him.

Empty and dead, yet filled with a kind of hysterical madness.

He from the fish-men tribe...is the strongest here.

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