The Mettle of a Future Yonko

Jesus Burgess' body collapsed with a thud.

The other three immediately dispersed.

He looked at his companion's headless corpse.

From afar, the sound of Blackbeard crashing to the ground, yelling and screaming in pain, could be heard.

"We were all slaughtered..."

Lying paralyzed on his horse, Doc Q uttered a sentence in a 'last breath' manner.

The tone was not fearful; it was as if the speaker was describing something that was about to happen.

Van Augur looked at the man so close to him and lowered the gun he had been holding.

In short, the current situation can be summed up in one sentence.

Blackbeard's plan has completely failed.

It's not that they were harmed by Marshall D. Teach... it's just that they underestimated the God Slayer.

Having followed Marshall D. Teach for some time now, this operation in Mock Town should be considered the admiral's only failure. Before this, they had been invincible. Everything they wanted, everything they wanted to do... they had all succeeded without exception.

Marshall D. Teach may look like a fool, but all three of them knew exactly how 'powerful' he was.

Lafitte sheathed his sword, twirled his cane, pressed down on his hat with one hand, and slightly curved his bright red lips, standing quietly in place.

Awaiting trial!

Resistance is no longer meaningful.

Oboro withdrew the hand that had killed Jesus Burgess, put it back in his pocket, and strolled toward where Marshall D. Teach had fallen.

As for the three members of the Blackbeard Pirates standing to the side, he completely ignored them.

"Hey... do you believe in fate?"

As Oboro walked past the horse named Zhuangzhuang, Doc Q, who was lying on the horse's back, was still fearless. He rummaged through the camel's saddlebag and pulled out a basket of apples, which he handed to Oboro and asked softly.

Long didn't even glance at him.

Skip over it.

After a while, under the watchful eyes of Van Augur and the other two, Oboro stood still in front of his captain.

At this moment, Marshall D. Teach was covered in blood, lying on the ground rolling around frantically and howling in pain.

He looked both disheveled and comical.

"..."

He squinted his eyes slightly.

Despite enduring his 'Death Aura Haki' attack, this guy's injuries were actually less severe Doflamingo's! You have to understand, when death explodes from within, violently tearing apart organs and flesh... the consequences are quite serious.

Doflamingo's Devil Fruit ability allows him to meticulously repair internal injuries and perform stitches. What does Marshall D. Teach rely on? A mysterious bloodline? Oboro knows that Marshall D. Teach's bloodline is very special.

But given Marshall D. Teach's current strength, it's truly 'unbelievable' that he could absorb such damage.

Longjing scrutinized him for a while.

A moment later, Marshall D. Teach's pain seemed to subside somewhat, and he lay sprawled on the ground, panting heavily.

He naturally sensed the Bleach standing before him, Oboro.

"Hahaha... You didn't kill them all, you only killed one."

Marshall D. Teach braced himself on his arms to sit up, glanced at the three still alive, including Van Augur, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and laughed.

"So what?"

He said in a low voice.

"So... you still can't bring yourself to kill me. I can help you! I, we, are of value to you!"

Marshall D. Teach revealed Oboro's thoughts.

Too sharp!

It's so delicate...

There's a reason why Blackbeard will succeed in the future.

"You're wrong... I just think that I prefer the torturous feeling of letting your crew witness your gruesome death first, and then sending them to hell, especially for trash like you, whom I can't help but hate the moment I see you."

As he spoke, Long walked step by step toward Marshall D. Teach.

Beneath the top hat, Oboro's scarred face suddenly became terrifying in Marshall D. Teach's eyes.

The God Slayer's eyes glowed red, eerie and cold.

He was serious! Marshall D. Teach shuddered and instinctively tried to back away, but the God Slayer's hand was already on his hair.

"Well then... I suddenly have a better idea. That Fire Fist Ace is chasing you... right? If we could hand you over to the Whitebeard Pirates, it might be a better decision..." After exchanging glances, Marshall D. Teach saw the God Slayer's wicked smile.

Upon hearing this, a chill instantly shot from the soles of Marshall D. Teach's feet to the back of his head.

He couldn't accept being killed here... or being sent back to the Whitebeard Pirates!

"My lord... Lord of Hell, I, Marshall D. Teach, am willing to be your dog for life, to forever submit to you, to your Hell Pirates... not only me, but also my crew members, we are all your lackeys, you may command us at will..."

"Whatever you ask us to do... we will do our best."

Marshall D. Teach suddenly screamed in panic.

This time, I'm really panicking.

He spoke with a strong, sincere tone, using his loose teeth and a piercing voice.

"I should be qualified to be your dog, right? I will definitely do a better job than your current crew, as long as you give me time... I will prove it to you."

After saying that, noticing that Oboro's grip had loosened considerably, Marshall D. Teach added another sentence.

As if persuaded, Long released him.

Marshall D. Teach landed and immediately knelt down, kowtowing to Long.

Being able to bend and stretch... dignity and status are completely unimportant.

Marshall D. Teach would do anything to achieve his ambitions and fulfill his plans and dreams.

That's what makes him different from Luffy... but what they have in common is their dedication to their 'dreams'.

"You knelt at Whitebeard's feet like this back then, begging him to let you board his ship, didn't you?" Oboro teased.

"Uh... Father... no, Whitebeard is old and frail... Although he was once the strongest man on the sea, that's all in the past, just like the Shiki you killed. Now, it's your era..."

Marshall D. Teach raised his head, his face bearing a flattering expression that was neither excessive nor offensive, and spoke from the bottom of his heart.

He genuinely thought so.

"It's not just my era, it's yours too... The Dark-Dark Fruit was indeed the main reason you chose to leave the Whitebeard Pirates at this time, but it wasn't the only one. You saw the shift in the 'spirit' at sea and realized the opportunity that was about to usher in a new era..."

"Hehe."

After saying a few words, Oboro bent down, his eyes, which seemed to see right through people, Marshall D. Teach's seemingly 'foolish' eyes. "Your words are nothing but bullshit to me... They have no credibility whatsoever. However, I admire your magnanimity... You will indeed bring changes to the sea and create some trouble for the World Government."

I know what you're thinking...

Long patted Marshall D. Teach on the head and said earnestly, "I will wait for you in the New World... You are welcome to come and take revenge then."

"However, until you are absolutely certain of defeating me, remember what you just said... From now on, you, along with the other three... are my dogs." Long stood up, flicked his hand, and two system cards transformed into invisible streams of light, darting into Blackbeard's body. "I'm quite generous to my 'own people,' even my pets."

Before Blackbeard received the card's amplification and his consciousness became chaotic, he heard the God Slayer's last message.

My mind was shaken.

"After becoming a Shichibukai... remember to wag your tail and let me see your performance."