Want to Come Aboard My Ship?

I was tortured!

Dorans was ready to cry for help, not caring about saving face.

He discovered that his combat experience was completely incapable of predicting the opponent's attack patterns and trajectories; some of the enemy's moves were simply beyond the capabilities of a 'normal person'.

The massive blade, when wielded, gives the illusion of being handled with effortless ease.

With a whoosh.

Blood splattered from Dorans's chest.

A scar running from his shoulder down to his waist struck him as if he had been hit hard.

The sheer force of the blade striking his body caused him to cough up blood and collapse to the ground.

He started coughing incessantly.

As One Piece, Dorans always understood that many exceptionally talented monsters were hidden on this sea... Some of them, even before becoming One Piece, possessed astonishing combat power, and once they set sail, they would quickly stir up a storm, far surpassing the experience of those seasoned veterans who had been at sea for many years.

Newcomers always surpass the old.

This is the world of One Piece.

The captain once said, "There is no shortage of geniuses on the high seas... As long as the One Piece era continues, monsters will emerge one after another from every corner like bamboo shoots after a spring rain."

What the sea truly lacks are 'geniuses' who can carry out their own will, know what they want, and steadfastly move in that direction.

Genius, direction... Only by satisfying these two conditions can one have the opportunity to become the overlord of the sea.

When Oboro said this, Dorans didn't quite understand, but now that he's met this madman, he understands.

At least... this guy is a complete 'genius,' even though he's not One Piece...

This is the world, an unfair place.

He had already gained power and become Demon Tribe.

"Save..."

Dorans lay on the ground, a pool of blood beneath him. He was somewhat dazed, and his instinct for survival made him open his mouth, but the sound that came out was very weak.

He was desperate.

He should have called for help sooner; he shouldn't have been so stubborn.

The sunlight streaming down his head was blocked by the enemy's figure. The madman raised his broadsword, a smirk playing on his lips beneath his long hair, and brought it down with tremendous force.

Thud! Just as Dorans was about to die, a dark figure appeared in time, raised a sharp blade to clash with the large sword above, and blocked it.

It was Dom! Only after personally participating in the battle and fighting against his opponent did Dom realize how strong the latter's physique was... Although he blocked the attack, the gradually sinking blade caused his arm to bend continuously.

Dom's expression darkened.

In an instant, he picked up Dorans and disappeared from the spot.

The sudden feeling of weightlessness caused the knife to fall to the ground, and the madman slowly raised his head.

They discovered that their opponent, covered in black bandages, had already rescued his partner and placed him several dozen meters away.

"No need to save him... because soon... you'll be lying next to him..."

The madman gave a mocking laugh, his pupils gleaming with a bloodthirsty light through his hair.

However, before the words were finished...

The bandaged man in front of us disappeared from sight again.

The madman's expression was somewhat serious as he looked around, searching for his target's location.

But after turning his head a few times, he felt a sharp pain in his neck as a short blade sliced through his skin.

The madman's reaction speed surprised even Dom. Before his Nichirin Sword had inflicted a fatal wound, the madman's large hand suddenly slammed towards his throat, attempting to grab the blade with his bare hands. Dom didn't give him that chance; his figure blurred, and he once again used his unpredictable footwork and movement to escape.

"You deserve to be killed more than he does."

The madman touched the blood on his neck, his shoulders trembling with excitement, and uttered a sentence as if possessed.

Immediately afterward, Dom launched an attack, leveraging his speed advantage... His fighting style and methods, including some of his martial arts techniques, had been trained by Oboro. Although this person possessed astonishing physical strength and senses, in terms of speed and combat skills alone, he did not have the upper hand when facing him.

Because Dom discovered that this person's attacks were driven by instinct and savage intuition... seemingly perfectly natural.

However, sometimes, in life-or-death situations, relying too much on 'feelings' is not a good thing.

In the arena, the madman swung his greatsword repeatedly, slashing at the ground in various places, chasing after Dom's afterimage.

Dom, however, always manages to find opportunities to get close, not aiming for a fatal blow, but simply to inflict as many wounds as possible on his opponent. This way, given enough time, the latter will inevitably die. If he were to pursue a quick victory, he would be in real danger.

But as time went by, Dom couldn't help but admire this person.

Even though this man had been stabbed in many places and his cloak was soaked in blood, he was still able to maintain his formidable fighting ability.

On the contrary, they felt like they were getting stronger with each battle.

His willpower is astonishing.

"Use your abilities to end him?"

Dom had an idea.

He immediately abandoned the idea.

After arriving in North Blue, he will try to reveal his abilities as little as possible, because once his abilities are displayed, any bystanders will surely recognize his identity.

"Alright!"

Suddenly, a voice came from afar.

Long watched for a while, then gradually approached.

If this fight continues, this madman will definitely die... Look at Dom's condition, he's also quite exhausted.

As an outsider who is relatively familiar with the world of One Piece, Oboro simply wanted Dom and Dorans to recognize one fact: that is, there are many capable individuals on this great sea.

This is One Piece... freaks, monsters, madmen, Devil Fruit users are everywhere.

These are the very 'raw materials' that make up the One Piece groups we know today.

Even with the boost from his various cards, it only raised the floor for Dom and the other two... but it doesn't mean they've surpassed everyone else.

Many of today's powerful figures on the high seas have come from Four Blues.

Otherwise, why would Blackbeard Teach travel Four Blues to find a makeshift crew? Moreover, the members of the Blackbeard Pirates were all able to establish themselves in the New World in later generations.

Calling Four Blues a "newbie paradise" is just a joke and a general statement; please don't take it seriously.

To paraphrase Biscuit, good rough stones are everywhere; what's lacking is a discerning eye to spot them.

Only talented individuals, coupled with a team and leader who are aligned with the prevailing trend, can stand out from the fierce competition among One Piece.

Oboro's approach caused the madman, who had been unable to directly attack Dom, to immediately shift his target.

Several spots on the ground ahead of him were blasted up by the explosive force of the man's feet...

He was like a raging lion, his figure shifting and leaping... In an instant, he had already bent down and flashed in front of Long.

The raised broadsword blocked out the sunlight, exuding an oppressive aura.

The man raised his head, his black hair fluttering, revealing a ferocious expression... as if Oboro had already become a victim of his blade.

In the distance, Dom realized the enemy's actions and intentions, immediately sheathed his Nichirin Sword, and shook his head.

"No wonder we lost before... In this kind of contest between nations, besides weaponry and numbers, there is another crucial element... that is 'spearhead forces,' individuals capable of dominating the battlefield. However, most countries rarely have such individuals... nor do they possess the resources to do so."

Despite the oncoming attack, Oboro was still speaking casually.

There was no attempt to defend or dodge.

"The reason why Germa so powerful is that their technology can cultivate such elite 'vanguard' soldiers... As for elite warriors who do not reach the level of vanguard soldiers, they can also be mass-produced. Elite warriors... are already a minority in a war of this scale in the North Blue."

After he finished speaking, the man's broadsword suddenly hovered above Long's head.

It was as if they were being held captive by something.

Even with the veins bulging in the madman's arm and him exerting all his strength, the blade could not be pushed any further down.

It is 'qi', qi that is invisible to the naked eye.

It is also the external energy of heaven and earth.

Then, Oboro did nothing more than give a look.

The madman's body was suddenly compressed by the surrounding airflow, and his body and limbs began to deform slightly.

As a result, blood was slowly seeping from his eyes and nostrils.

At this moment, the madman seemed to finally calm down, knowing that he was about to die.

But he still gave Long a stiff, maniacal smile, his teeth stained with blood, showing no fear in the face of death.

"You're very good."

Long stepped forward on her own, leaned closer, and met the madman's gaze with a smile. "What's your name?"

"For someone like you, the so-called country is nothing but a shackle... You are just using the name of the country to satisfy your own desires through war."

Long's clear eyes seemed to see right through the man's heart.

"The evil in you reminds me of some acquaintances from the past."

Yes, looking at the other person, what flashed through Oboro's mind was... the Spiders, the Phantom Troupe.

It's a bit like...

"Would you like to come aboard my ship?"