The dark clouds were like a strange human face that opened its huge mouth and roared. The pouring rain was like a dense iron wire that was falling down and smashing onto the island, causing smoke and dust to rise. Mud and stones rolled and the hull of the ship collapsed. The flapping black skull flag broke together with the mast and rushed into the depths of the dark clouds.
Rumble!
Purple lightning tore apart the clouds, revealing a vague outline wrapped in the black clouds. Two sharp blades that replaced the broken feet pierced straight into the clouds, revealing a cold silver light. The thick blond hair that he was proud of when he was young gradually fell off, but he was still majestic like the king of beasts. His face was looming in the shadows, and the broken wood of the half rudder inserted into the top of his head made him look a little funny, but it also added a tyrannical and dangerous atmosphere.
As a man who aspired to become a great pirate, William had naturally heard of the legend of the Golden Lion Shiki. He looked up in horror at the terrifying figure that seemed to move the clouds and rain. It was as if a god was dormant in the dark, making people shudder. His heart was in turmoil. "Isn't the legendary Golden Lion Shiki's Achilles' heel the storm? But these dark clouds are as solid as lead. Gulu … No wonder Sakazuki couldn't even find the shadow of the Golden Lion Shiki after wandering around East Blue for so long. Who would have thought that the Golden Lion, who was almost completely defeated by a storm, would now hide his lair behind the storm? Is this the spirit of a legendary pirate who can compete with Roger?"
"Oh, there are guests on the island who were sent together with him?" Golden Lion Shiki grabbed a broken mast with his left hand. A ferocious black skull spread out on the mast. He looked down and the corners of his mouth evoked a thought-provoking smile. "It seems that I have heard that he wiped out a Naval Branch in East Blue. It can be said that he has a little notoriety, hahaha ~"
In the eyes of this legendary pirate, the Great Age of Pirates that Roger started with his life was just a funny and weak farce. The pirates of this era were all soft-footed shrimps that had their backs broken by the Navy. Otherwise, how could Marlin Fando still stand on this sea after 20 years?
Is this the so-called Great Age of Pirates?
Bullsh * t!
Yonkō (Four Emperors) is just a waste who is content with the status quo, and Shichibukai is a dog at the feet of the Marine. Golden Lion Shiki casually threw down the black skeleton pirate flag, and the clouds echoed with a terrifying and wild laughter: "It seems that the old man has been silent for too long, and it's time to awaken the fear of the great pirates in this era!"
The majestic aura was like a huge mountain crashing down on him. William's muscles trembled all over as he desperately tried to hold on to the half-buried wreckage that was stuck into the island. Ghostman Ah Jin's legs were also trembling. His face was incomparably pale as he stared at the descending figure. His two iron crutches creaked as he walked with leaden steps to guard William.
"Heh ~"
His feet landed on the ground, and his sharp feet pierced into the ground. Golden Lion glanced at Ah Jin casually, as if he had just touched Ah Jin lightly. Ah Jin flew out uncontrollably and smashed heavily through the rain, leaving a bloody ditch on the ground. His body twitched on the ground twice and then stopped moving.
"Lucky kid, the old man needs a grand appearance, but I also need a guide in East Blue. Can you do it?"
William looked at Ah Jin, who didn't know whether he was dead or alive, and swallowed loudly and nodded his head vigorously.
… … …
Frost Moon Village.
One Heart Dojo!
The autumn leaves were falling, and the cold wind was blowing the tatami mats scattered on the ground. The disciples of the dojo were frightened as they looked at the navy that had surrounded the entire dojo. They were in formation with guns in their hands, and their expressions were solemn as they aimed their guns at the dojo.
"What are you going to do?"
"Why are you defending us?"
In the noisy and frightened voices, the disciples of the dojo gathered in the middle and were shocked and angry. On the other side, there was a row of disciples who were also wearing dojo uniforms. They silently took off their uniforms and changed into neat Marine uniforms. The swords in their hands were out of their sheaths, and they were murderously aiming at the disciples who had been trained in the same dojo.
At the door, the Marines' formation dispersed, and Chi Yaben walked into the dojo. His face was cold, and his pupils were covered by black erosion. His pupils were like black holes, and there was an indescribable danger. He looked around the dojo, and his eyes finally fell on Koshiro, who was sitting cross-legged behind the coffee table in the dojo.
On the mahogany coffee table, there was a simple long sword. The scabbard was grayish-white, quiet and cold. Koshiro sat silently, and his eyes under the glasses were calm. No extra emotions could be seen. He was holding a pot of tea in his right hand, and he was steadily pouring it into a glazed blue teacup.
Sipping, drinking alone!
Chi Yaben looked at him coldly, and his lips curled up. He said in a cold voice, "One Heart Dojo is the location of the secret meeting of the revolutionary rebel army. The dojo master, Koshiro, is confirmed as a member of the revolutionary army."
"The master is actually a revolutionary army? One Heart Dojo is the rebel army's … "
"The Marines must have made a mistake. How can our One Heart Dojo have anything to do with the rebel revolutionary army? The master only drinks tea and practices swordsmanship every day. He doesn't care about the world at all."
"Framing, this is a naked framing, you Marines want to …"
There was an uproar, and the disciples of the dojo looked at each other. Some of them were indignant, some of them couldn't believe it, but some of them were already shocked, and cold sweat appeared on their foreheads and noses.
Koshiro sat motionless, as if everything that happened outside had nothing to do with him. He was obviously in the center of the storm, but there was no trace of fluctuation in his emotions. This Kung Fu was really terrible.
"Koshiro, do you have anything to say?" Chi Yaben stared at Koshiro coldly. In the center of the storm, there seemed to be a motionless sword, and the blade was being pulled out inch by inch. The cold and piercing killing intent was like the cold wind blowing after the winter snow, cutting people's face painfully.
Koshiro put down the teacup and put his palm on the hilt of the sword. The quiet sword suddenly made a cracking sound, like a thunder on the ground. He stood up, and his snow-white socks stepped on the tatami. Under the thin and bright glasses, a pair of eyes were clear and calm, as if he had already seen through all the rules and life and death in the world.
Koshiro didn't speak, because it was useless to speak. He just walked outside step by step, and the tatami under his feet cracked into two pieces silently. When he stepped out of the threshold, his momentum had already accumulated to the peak. The sword was trembling, and invisible waves of air strangely surrounded his feet.
"If you don't answer, then it's a yes!" Chi Yaben grinned and said coldly, "I advise you to put down the sword and kneel down to kill yourself, so that you can avoid staining the dojo with blood, otherwise …"
Chi Yeben glanced at the disciples of the dojo, who were as silent as cicadas in winter, and sneered, "All of them must die!"
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