Rescue

"Who are those people?"

Soon, with the addition of Oboro and the other two, the situation on the battlefield began to turn one-sided.

The enemy soldiers paled in shock as they saw that the three areas of the battlefield before them were showing signs of defeat in different ways.

On the left, a figure darted forward like a ghost, and without exception, every companion he passed fell dead, their throats slit.

On the right, a man of immense strength was charging at their soldiers. Adults weighing over a hundred pounds, and even burly men weighing several hundred pounds, were being pulled and manipulated like toys in front of him. The man grabbed a nearby person with his large hand and threw him like a bowling ball, smashing down a group of twenty or thirty people in an instant, while laughing wildly.

Weapons and bullets seem unable to inflict sufficient damage on this person.

But the scariest thing... is the guy walking right in front of them.

Wearing a black suit... he didn't look like he was there to fight at all; he seemed to be strolling around leisurely.

Countless soldiers surrounded the man, but before they could get close, they all fainted one after another, as if they had been drugged.

The man in the suit, with his hands empty, used his fingers to represent the muzzle of a gun. Each shot he fired in a different direction created a terrifying, rushing gust of air. The compressed gas exploded in the crowd, instantly dismembering hundreds of people, sending their flesh and blood flying high into the air.

Even the word "war machine" is insufficient to describe how terrifying he was.

It was a force that enemy soldiers had never seen before.

"They're not mercenaries... The number of evil organizations involved in the war in North Blue is limited. And most of them have relatively uniform clothing or insignia... Besides, there are only three of them!"

"Is he One Piece...?"

"..."

The leaders of the opposing country's army discussed among themselves.

"No, we have to retreat! If this continues, everyone will die here!"

"Yurivich!"

At this moment, one of the leaders suddenly rushed out with a knife, completely ignoring his companions' shouts and attempts to stop him, heading straight for the nearest one, Dorans was charging through the crowd like a bull.

The man had disheveled hair, bulging arm muscles, and a face that was both manic and excited beneath the bangs on his forehead.

"Damn it, this guy!"

"Never mind him, let's go!"

The other leaders, not wanting to delay any longer, immediately issued a retreat order and sounded a special instrument.

Every second that passes, the number of dead and injured increases.

Soon, the enemy soldiers began to retreat, and many fled in panic to the sea off the island.

Their ships were docked there.

"Trying to leave? Heh heh!"

Meanwhile, Dorans was engrossed in his killing spree. He knew full well that he held a 'lowly position' on the ship. Although the captain had taken him in, he didn't seem to be particularly favored by the captain. However, it wasn't a big problem. The Hell Pirates were still in their early stages. As a veteran, as long as he performed well, he would at least become one of the top officers in the future.

Therefore, even though he was just an insignificant One Piece in the East Blue before, now that he has gained power, for his own benefit... he still tries his best to show his 'bravery' side, provided that... he can ensure his own safety.

Watching an enemy flee in disarray, Dorans laughed heartily, then suddenly grabbed the man's head with his raised hand, about to kill him.

Suddenly, a cold glint flashed before his eyes.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and let go in time, but he was still slashed on the back of his hand by the blade, almost severing half of his palm.

Dorans quickly retreated.

Upon closer inspection, he discovered it was a 'madman' wielding a knife. He was described as madman because the man's clothes were tattered, his long hair looked like it hadn't been washed in days, and he was unkempt. What made Dorans's eyelids twitch was the large knife the man was holding. The blade was extremely exaggerated in shape, at least two meters long, and its thick blade was incredibly heavy.

But the opponent's swing was extremely fast and exceptionally light.

In addition, the blade is disproportionately thin and sharp compared to the length of the blade.

At first glance, this weapon seems to be more suited to the use of blunt weapons; however, the opponent's knife skills... are quite exquisite.

"That's interesting."

Dorans felt a chill run down his spine, sensing danger.

But he couldn't retreat. The enemy was already withdrawing from the battlefield, and all that was left were corpses; there were hardly any survivors... That meant the captain and Dom would definitely notice them. If he 'didn't handle things well' now, it would be even harder for him to recover on the ship in the future.

Whoosh! Just as he was thinking this, the madman lunged forward and shot towards him.

Dorans's pupils contracted.

I lowered my head in an instant, but my scalp still felt a chill as a lot of my hair was cut off.

"This guy!!!"

Dorans was both shocked and furious. After becoming Demon Tribe, his body possessed extraordinary regenerative and defensive abilities, and even his reaction speed was unmatched by ordinary people. But just now, he only had time to catch a glimpse of his afterimage... His intuition told him that once he was struck, his body alone would not be able to withstand it.

It might even be cut off.

The 'madman's' body slid across the ground, his fingers digging into the soil to slow him down.

His posture was particularly peculiar.

One hand raised the broadsword high, while the other hand drooped down, causing the body to tilt and the back to arch, resembling a nimble cheetah.

Even though he had just passed by Dorans and the momentum from his speed hadn't dissipated, he could still unleash a second burst of sprinting power the instant his attack failed and he dodged to the back... launching a counterattack with even greater ferocity.

Blade rainbows rose one after another...

Dorans's feet hadn't even left the ground before he pulled away.

Before he could even turn his head, the broadsword had already appeared a few centimeters in front of him, whipping up a gust of wind.

It looked like it was about to slash his face.

The enemy retreated, and Long did not take the opportunity to pursue or stop them.

Because it's meaningless.

The key to winning this war lies in who can invade and occupy the other's capital.

These people were merely vanguard troops sent by the enemy.

After fighting for a few more days and stabilizing the situation on the Skan Kingdom's side, we can launch a counterattack on their islands. In the North Blue, the Skan Kingdom's national strength is already quite considerable... Looking across the entire Four Blues, many countries don't even have the military strength to defend them, and many countries can be easily occupied by One Piece with a little power.

In the world of One Piece, the so-called 'nation' is completely different from Hunter x Hunter.

Of course, this only applies to Four Blues or some small countries. It doesn't apply to large countries with a rich history or long-standing traditions.

The soldiers on the Skan Kingdom's side cheered, and most of their eyes were fixed on Oboro.

After all, the destructive power he created was completely beyond comprehension.

"Um?"

Meanwhile, Oboro spotted the enemy fighting Dorans.

His eyes flickered slightly.

"King."

A gentle breeze stirred around him, and Dom, covered in blood, flashed back.

They also kept their eyes on the battle taking place not far away.

Dorans is being overwhelmed, and his injuries are piling up... injuries that cannot be healed by bloodline.

Judging by this, if he holds on for a few more minutes, he will surely die.

"How does it feel?"

With his hands in his pockets, Long asked a question.

"That's amazing!"

Dom made a comment.

First, this man possessed exceptional physical abilities; the weapon in his hand didn't hinder his speed or movements. Second, he fought with a wildness that made Dom feel less like a warrior or samurai and more like an anthropomorphic lion or cheetah wielding a large sword.

Its limbs are incredibly coordinated, and some of its attack movements or starting stances are unlike anything humans could do... giving it a 'visual feel' of a predator hunting its prey.

Another thing is that this person was not wearing shoes, except for a tattered cloak-like garment, and was barefoot the whole time.

They are like refugees.

"Let's save them."

Long gave an order.

"Yes."