The Blackbeard Pirates' Dead End

"Oboro... Join me, let's be partners!"

"I know everything about your Hell Pirates... The two of us are a perfect match!"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Dom and the others reacted with varying expressions.

What does this mean? Is this guy in front of them inviting their captain to become his subordinate?

What a joke! Does he even know who the man standing in front of him is? How could someone like him have such a naive idea? You know, even on Shiki's territory, Oboro doesn't give Shiki any face... let alone someone like him who is completely different from Shiki in terms of both ability and status.

That's... utterly arrogant! Oboro, on the other hand, remained calm, which was indeed Marshall D. Teach's style.

However, given that he now has a reputation that is "famous all over the world", what makes Marshall D. Teach dare to speak so arrogantly?

"I've been watching you ever since you killed the Celestial Dragons ... I know what you want." Marshall D. Teach, seemingly oblivious to the strange atmosphere in the room, patted his chest and said, "Believe me, no one in this world knows you better than me!"

"Oh... then tell me, what do I want?"

Long asked the question as he saw fit.

"Hahaha..."

Marshall D. Teach grinned, then his eyes darkened, a glint of light flashing in them as he unleashed a hidden ambition. He opened his arms wide. "The world! What you want... is this world!"

Long's eyelids twitched.

Blackbeard Teach... that guy is really something.

"So... what you want is this world, right? But have you ever considered that after obtaining this 'world,' only one person can truly reign supreme?" Oboro lowered his head, rubbing his fingers together, and said calmly, "Is it you? Or me?"

"..."

"Well."

Blackbeard was silent for a moment, then fell speechless.

Forcing a smile through her stiff face, she said, "What does it matter... This world can be ours, there's no need..."

"No, I don't like sharing my gains with others, especially in this matter, and I believe you feel the same way." Long shook his head and continued, "To be honest... after getting to know you, I found... you are a dangerous person. You even make me feel a little wary."

Long slowly raised his head, his face expressionless and his gaze cold.

When Teach saw the God Slayer's cold gaze, Marshall D. Teach realized something, swallowed hard, and couldn't help but take a step back.

"Unnecessary casualties? Ha."

"You think... your men can beat our Hell Pirates?"

Long lifted his eyelids, and a faint killing intent began to 'spread' from his body.

"Your real purpose in coming to me is to ask me to grant you power, isn't it?" Oboro's next words caused Marshall D. Teach's expression to change drastically. He did not expect the God Slayer to be so perceptive. He had hidden his true intentions very well through his words. On the surface, he said that he wanted to recruit the Hell Pirates, but it was just a pretext.

Because Marshall D. Teach knew very well that since Oboro and he were the same kind of people, he would not submit to anyone.

It's even less likely that we'll join forces with him.

There are indeed differences between the two sides.

He was just putting on a show... to gain the God Slayer's 'appreciation' and thus obtain the 'power' he wanted.

"You're really something..." Oboro praised, looking at the tense and pale-faced Marshall D. Teach. "You were able to figure out my intentions just by reading the newspapers. You traveled all the way to Mock Town, only to look like a clown in front of me, because you thought I wouldn't kill you. If you perform well enough to impress me... you'll receive my blessing, just like those One Piece in the North Blue, which will boost the fighting power of your entire One Piece, right?"

"You know I'm using those One Piece as sacrifices to fight against the government and the navy, so you're willing to become my tool in exchange for power. When I say you're capable, I'm referring to your intelligence, your character, and your courage."

"Hahaha... Zhehahahaha!"

The more Oboro talked, the more cold sweat appeared on Marshall D. Teach's forehead.

He could only use awkward laughter to cover up his embarrassment.

"The minions... are leaving!"

The next second, without warning, Marshall D. Teach suddenly called out.

After saying that, he suddenly turned around and tried to escape through the hole in the wall.

Meanwhile, the other members of the Blackbeard Pirates also made their escape in unison.

Bang! A bright red apple exploded inside the room, sending up a cloud of smoke and fire.

Dom felt a gust of wind pass by, and as his blade slashed, it failed to sever the enemy's head as expected, leaving only a streak of crimson blood on the blade. Looking up, his vision was filled with smoke and fire, making it difficult to see clearly for a moment.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Meanwhile, almost the instant the explosion occurred, Jesus Burgess burst through the window and burst into laughter.

The large sword pressing down on him was deflected in the blink of an eye... His strength even brought a bloodthirsty smile to Yuri.

Lafitte also vanished without a trace using his agile movements.

Under the cover of the explosion, the entire Blackbeard Pirates managed to escape!

"Those bastards..."

Dom raised his hand, waving the thick smoke around, and cursed coldly.

He only realized now that the positions of the Blackbeard Pirates had been arranged in advance.

Including Doc Q caught in the rain outside the door.

And there's Jesus Burgess near the window.

What terrified Dom the most was that he could sense the 'resolve' of these people; the sniper whose neck he had slashed with a sharp weapon... might really die! Although it was a pre-arranged plan, these One Piece were still risking their lives.

But they didn't hesitate at all... as if death was just death.

That's why the sniper in front of him was able to run away... otherwise, if he had hesitated for even a second, there would already be a corpse at his feet.

"Blackbeard..."

Dom murmured something.

"Hahaha..."

On the main street of Mock Town, Marshall D. Teach laughed wildly as he ran wildly with his companions who had escaped with him.

I have no choice but to run.

"Captain...he hasn't even made a move yet, why are you running now...maybe he'll just grant us divine power. Didn't that God Slayer praise you..." Jesus Burgess swung his arms, running quickly, occasionally glancing back at the tavern where black smoke was billowing from the doorway, and asked Marshall D. Teach.

"That guy was really scary."

Marshall D. Teach sighed first, then shouted, "Let's run first... The plan has failed, now is not the time to clash with them."

Clearly, he has no time to explain right now.

The God Slayer saw through his thoughts meant that he knew the god was playing tricks and fooling him.

Pretending to be clever.

Based on his observations and understanding of God Slayer, it would be perfectly normal for such a brutal and ruthless person to dismember someone in the face of such 'disrespectful' behavior.

Nobody likes to be treated like a fool.

What chilled Blackbeard was that, before encountering the God Slayer, he believed his true intentions wouldn't be revealed... Perhaps through words, he could touch or deceive the other's emotions, making them look at him with new respect and establishing a certain image! Oboro was right; Marshall D. Teach had studied the One Piece in the North Blue who had been granted divine powers, including Basil Hawkins, who was now beginning to rise to prominence in the first half of the Grand Line. He realized... Oboro was helping these people strengthen themselves simply to make the government and the Navy even more overwhelmed in dealing with the situation at sea.

In other words, as One Piece, if you are outstanding enough and also harbor dangerous intentions towards the World Government, then you will definitely be appreciated by the God Slayer! Recruiting, provoking... these are all Blackbeard's methods, all for the purpose of making the God Slayer think highly of him and showcasing his unique 'personality'.

Looking at it now, his image can be considered 'established', he didn't fail... but unfortunately, the God Slayer's cunning was much deeper than he thought.

Marshall D. Teach believed that he had been navigating the Grand Line for many years, training alongside Whitebeard since childhood, and had seen all kinds of people.

Therefore, he was confident that he could put on a perfect 'performance' in front of the God Slayer.

As a result... it was a disaster.

"That Long is too clever... After this lesson, it seems that in the future... before we have a certain level of strength, we should try to avoid them as much as possible." Before long, the group, panting heavily, ran to the edge of the town.

Marshall D. Teach slowed his pace slightly, glancing behind him to make sure no one was chasing him. He exhaled a breath of stale air and wiped the blood and sweat from his face.

"Captain, we're in such a sorry state!"

Jesus Burgess burst out laughing and made a sarcastic remark.

"You're going to die..."

Lying on his horse, Doc Q looked Exhaust at Van Augur, whose chest was stained with blood.

"Fine."

Van Augur touched the wound on his neck in response.

The One Piece nicknamed Night Wanderer, although he instinctively cut his neck, did not cause a fatal injury, but it was still quite serious.

"Hahaha..."

"Men, let's go first... We have a long road ahead, this is just the beginning. We'll settle this score with them sooner or later... No need to rush!"

Seeing Marshall D. Teach picked up his flask and took a big gulp to calm himself down.

Then, wiping his mouth, he laughed.

Despite the battle, the four members showed no signs of being discouraged and were quite convinced of Blackbeard's words.

This kind of thing... it's not a matter of being honorable or disgraceful.

However, just as they were preparing to evacuate the island, Blackbeard, about to take a step, suddenly felt a twitch in the corner of his eye and immediately looked up at the drizzling sky. Not only him, but the others also noticed the sudden anomaly; the air around them seemed to have condensed into 'liquid,' increasing the pressure in the space and making it even difficult to breathe.

"Walk?"

Where to?

Above, Oboro stood alone in mid-air, looking down at the entire Blackbeard Pirates.

With his hands in his pockets, he asked indifferently.

"Haha... He did it so stealthily, I thought I'd shaken him off... This is a bit bad."

Seeing this, Marshall D. Teach clenched his fist and laughed.

However, his laughter sounded somewhat pale.

"Men, get ready... a great battle is about to begin!"

The entire Blackbeard Pirates vs. the God Slayer.

Long raised an eyebrow, realizing that these five people were serious and wanted to fight him.