Black Blade, Battle Suit, and Chinjao

Damn it, I've been looked down upon yet again!

Where do Chinjao come from?

I thought the enemy this time would be at least Tyson, if not Taro, but it turned out to be Teddy.

Does this guy even deserve to cause me trouble?

He's really giving me a headache.

Umit on the other end of the phone, unaware of his boss's anger, simply said earnestly, "Chinjao is a notorious pirate with a bounty exceeding 500 million. He should be heading towards my headquarters by now. I'm sorry, Boss, I don't have the power to deal with him."

Hmm.

Indeed, even though Chinjao considered himself a nobody, what's there to say about being instantly defeated by Garp with a single punch?

As for the story about Garp using eight mountains as practice to defeat him, is it possible that Garp simply enjoys hammering things as part of his daily training?

However, this "small fry" only applies to myself.

For most of the ocean, a creature like Chinjao is already a true monster.

In this era before bounties became excessively inflated, a bounty of 500 million already made someone a master of the level of a future All-Stars Sweet Commander.

Even looking at the whole world, you might not be able to find two hundred guys at Chinjao's level.

Being ranked among the top 200 in the world instantly elevates one's status.

"Understood,"

Roa nodded. "I'll go over there."

Since I'm just idling around anyway, I might as well have some fun.

"You've gone to so much trouble!"

Umit was moved to tears, "For someone as important as you to take time out of your busy schedule for me!"

"A boss should naturally shoulder the responsibilities of a boss."

Roa had a deep expression, and his voice, still going through puberty, still sounded somewhat clear.

Umit cannot be allowed to get into trouble; the company's transportation and sales depend entirely on him.

"Yes!"

Thus, with their course set, the Giant Snail rumbled their way toward Umit's lair.

Two days later.

In the center of the snail fleet, several Giant Snail grouped together, forming a huge platform behind them.

On this platform, Bullet and Abel are engaged in a passionate brawl.

Bullet did not use his abilities; instead, his arms were enveloped in a dark Haki of power.

Abel had already entered his Tengu Form, wielding his black blade and constantly exchanging blows with Bullet's fists.

A year has passed, and both of them have become even stronger.

Abel has successfully mastered Observation Haki, and his Armament Haki Hardening is also highly proficient.

Bullet, who is the same age as Roa, is also in a period of rapid physical development. His already monstrous physique has become even stronger in this year, and his control over Haki and abilities has also improved.

It's a pity, perhaps because Armament Haki is too unusual and difficult to control, that he hasn't mastered the flow of Armament Haki yet.

The clash between the two young people was surprisingly loud; each impact of their fists against the blade caused the Giant Snail below to tremble slightly.

Beside them, Doflamingo, panting heavily, looked at them with a hint of envy.

These two guys have become even more terrifying.

Damn it!

How am I ever going to catch up with that bastard Bullet at this rate?!

Doflamingo still remembers how that Bullet Barret tortured him back then.

"Break time is over."

Dylan stood in front of Doflamingo, raised his right hand, and beckoned to Doflamingo, "Continue."

"Hateful!"

As Doflamingo sat up, he saw Roa leisurely reclining on a deck chair at the edge of the platform, calmly fiddling with his red sword.

Although Roa is occasionally seen practicing his Haki, he has never actually trained.

That bastard Roa, his abilities are way too cheating!

Unaware of Doflamingo's resentment, Roa simply hummed a nonsensical tune, continuously channeling his Haki into his beloved sword, Tiger Soul.

Several months ago, Judge's research on Shusui finally yielded some results; he successfully discovered the essence of the Black Blade.

Ultimately, the Black Blade is simply a reforging of an original Famous Sword.

This time, however, the forging was not done with fire and iron, but with the Haki and will of the holder.

In this world, willpower is a real and undeniable force. The Life Return is a manifestation of this force, and those instances of extraordinary abilities emerging from dire circumstances are also due to the power of willpower at work.

By continuously forging the Famous Sword with these two forces, the Famous Sword is completely transformed at the microscopic level, leaving an indelible mark. This is the Black Blade.

Besides its fundamental hardness, Judge speculated that the Black Blade, in the hands of its true master, should unleash some unique power. Roa was really looking forward to it.

Unfortunately, this process seems to be going to be quite lengthy.

The intense battles with powerful enemies should speed up the progress, right?

Just as he was forging the sword, Judge ran over excitedly.

The once meticulous and impeccably dressed King of Germa has, a year later, grown a beard that reaches his chest, has dark circles under his eyes, and looks rather arrogant.

"Boss! It's done!"

Judge proudly presented a small jar to Roa, "My envisioned Battle Suit!"

"Oh?"

Roa became interested. "Is it finally finished?"

He still had a pretty good impression of the Vinsmoke family's Battle Suit from the original work.

The combination of the unique Lineage Factor of the Germa siblings significantly enhances their combat power.

What kind of functions does it have?

"Its most basic function is to provide defense that can easily withstand gunfire!"

Judge exclaimed excitedly, "Even our heavy artillery is no match for us!"

Then he added, "As long as it wasn't hit on any part that wasn't armored."

How can we withstand heavy artillery fire?

Roa rolled his eyes.

"In addition, it also provides a significant enhancement to the physical body,"

Judge continued explaining, "Strength, speed, and agility can all be amplified!"

"I've also equipped the Battle Suit with dedicated electromagnetic weapons, so its offensive capabilities shouldn't be lacking."

Is that so?

Roa nodded slightly, "Then let's give it a try."

He turned around, his gaze slowly settling on Doflamingo. "Doflamingo, it's you."

"Ah?"

Doflamingo, who was locked in a fierce battle with Dylan, turned around in bewilderment.

Shortly after, Doflamingo was covered in a golden, form-fitting battle suit, complete with a hood that covered his head and a mask that obscured his face, and an unidentified cape draped over his shoulders.

He wore boots with air vents in the heels and gloves on his hands.

A weapon was hanging from the outside of each leg; a small stick was hanging from the outside of the left leg, and a pistol was hanging from the outside of the right leg.

Overall, its design is already very close to that of future Battle Suit.

It's just that it lacks quite a few features.

"Not bad!"

Doflamingo stretched his body on the spot, bouncing around, and a smile gradually spread across his face. "I like it!"

"Don't just focus on liking it; test its defensive capabilities first."

Roa tilted his head, "Abel."

"Yes, Boss."

Abel smiled and stepped closer.

"What do you mean, 'testing the defense capabilities'?"

A sudden sense of foreboding washed over Doflamingo.

The purpose of the test is for him to complete the experience and then provide his reflections, isn't it?

"Here comes, Doflamingo."

Although Doflamingo heard Abel's voice, he couldn't react to his speed at all. He only felt a blackout before he was kicked away.

"Oh! Not bad."

Roa nodded in satisfaction.

Without the Battle Suit as protection, Abel's kick would have been enough to shatter Doflamingo's bones.

But after donning his Battle Suit, Doflamingo landed heavily, then flipped himself up as if nothing had happened. "Hey! Abel! Are you trying to kill me?"

Abel didn't answer, but flicked his finger, and a ball of fire slammed directly into Doflamingo.

"Boom!"

Flames exploded, Doflamingo was blasted away once again, his screams echoing through the air.

"You bastard! Are you never going to stop?!"

Doflamingo angrily rolled over and got up.

Abel simply shrugged innocently, "It's the boss's order."

Doflamingo glanced at Roa, and his body, which had been tense with anger, instantly went limp.

"Let's continue, let's test the amplification and weapon power."

Roa.

The test then continued.

It should be said that Judge's agitation was justified.

The Battle Suit directly increased Doflamingo's strength and speed several times over, finally making him look like a master.

The two electromagnetic weapons equipped are quite powerful. The small stick is an electromagnetic sword that can extend and cut through iron like mud after activating electromagnetic force.

The bullets fired by the electromagnetic gun are no less powerful than those fired by a heavy cannon.

Overall, this Battle Suit is indeed a significant upgrade for Doflamingo.

"But it doesn't seem to be of any use to us."

Dylan said calmly.

The stat boosts from the Battle Suit are fixed; the increase that could multiply Doflamingo's power several times over is negligible to them.

In terms of defense and attack power, it's even less of a threat compared to those masters of Armament Haki.

"That's enough for Doflamingo."

Abel said with a smile.

"It's best to keep wearing it and not take it off."

Bullet said expressionlessly, "Otherwise, if we encounter the enemy, we won't even know how he died."

He never had a good impression of Doflamingo, who was holding him back.

Dylan is a senior figure, and his skills are considerable.

Abel, needless to say, after eating the Devil Fruit, was almost as strong as him.

And what makes Doflamingo think he can be compared to me?

Those two bastards!

Doflamingo gritted his teeth in anger.

You've really been looked down upon!

Fortune changes every thirty years, so never underestimate a young person's potential!

Just wait!

"So, Boss,"

Judge said somewhat dejectedly, "Is it useless?"

"No, it's very useful!"

Roa laughed and said, "Although we don't need it, it's very suitable for the Yi Gui to use."

Among a group of Wailing Ghost, only a very few can use Haki.

The vast majority of the ghosts are mortal beings with no brains; a stray bullet could easily take their lives.

However, things are different with this Battle Suit.

Can it be mass-produced?

Roa asked.

"There will be some difficulties, but we can overcome them!"

Judge's spirits instantly soared, and he puffed out his chest and responded loudly.

"Very good!"

Roa nodded in satisfaction.

Speaking of Iki, this time they should be able to expand the size of the Tent Demon Legion.

"By the way, how's the research on cyborgs going?"

Roa inquired about another of Judge's studies.

"We can now begin the formal experiments!"

Judge quickly replied, "However, the modification needs to start from the embryonic stage, so I plan to find a wife first, and then use my child as the initial test subject!"

Silicon, iron CS.

Roa casually remarked, "Wouldn't that take too long? Let's use the latest batch of androids as test subjects."

"This-"

Judge was stunned.

He wants to revive the Vinsmoke Family, so he needs powerful offspring.

But, using lowly cyborg soldiers as test subjects... "Just imagine, an entire army composed of cyborgs, equipped with your Battle Suit, wouldn't that be interesting?"

"I'm laughing, "Roa said.

Judge witnessed the subtle signs, and then couldn't help but be moved by the future Roa spoke of.

If all the cyborgs could reach the level he envisioned, then this cyborg army would be invincible!

"I see!"

Judge nodded solemnly, then added, "Boss, both the Battle Suit and the cyborgs require very precious materials. Mass production would require substantial financial support."

Money?

Roa replied nonchalantly, "Money is certainly not a problem."

He doesn't lack money.

The arms trade is a highly profitable industry, and they have already made a fortune in just one year.

Not to mention he also had a loan shark kingpin Feld, working for him as his moneybags.

However, you can never have too much money.

If they want to mass-produce cyborgs like the Vinsmoke brothers, they might not have enough funds right now.

So, where can we get more money?

Believe it or not, there really is.

It's in the hands of the guy we'll meet next.

A sea area in the New World.

A huge ship sailed through the waves, heading rapidly towards the island in the distance.

It was a very special island. From above, its overall shape resembled a crescent moon, with a huge harbor inside that held countless ships.

Beyond the harbor, towering man-made walls rise from the sea and stretch all the way to the shore, encircling the entire island along the back of the crescent moon.

"This is it, Pops!"

A man turned around and shouted, "This is Umit's lair! All the weapons were sent to the West Blue from here!"

"Have we finally arrived?"

Heavy footsteps echoed on the deck.

A particularly robust man strode onto the bow of the ship.

He wore a green cloak, and his head resembled a tall, pointed cone.

Drill Chinjao, the twelfth generation pillar of the Eight Treasures Navy of the Flower Country, a great pirate with a bounty of over 500 million.

Looking at the island not far away, a hint of ferocity flashed in Chinjao's eyes.

In the past year, a batch of advanced weapons suddenly appeared in the hands of the Flower Country's enemies, causing huge casualties to the Flower Country on the main battlefield.

The king commissioned him to investigate the origin of those weapons.

Although the Eight Treasures Navy is nominally a group of pirates, few people know that they are actually a pirate force secretly cultivated by the Flower Country.

There are also seven official pirate groups like them, who were part of the early Shichibukai. This is why the Flower Country is the dominant power in the West Blue.

The king personally entrusted the task, Chinjao immediately began the investigation.

Soon, Chinjao, who had many connections in the West Blue, had already found the weapons dealers, and then traced them to Umit's logistics company.

So now, Chinjao have come knocking on our door!

"It's a very sturdy fortress!"

Chinjao's son, who is also Chinjao's second-in-command, is looking at the island in front of him through binoculars.

The sturdy high walls and the numerous cannon barrels on them made him gasp. "Pops, what do we do?"

"What to do?"

Chinjao sneered, "Who do you think I am? Move the boat closer!"

So the boat moved closer.

Then they discovered that the city gates were actually open!

The Chinjao was taken aback.

His son looked at him blankly.

What does this mean?

"Pops?"

"Who does he think he is! Get the boat in there!"

So the ship sailed through the gate and into the interior of the island.