After Lafitte and Doc Q exchanged glances, neither spoke again, but both wore expressions of extreme shock.
At this moment, Blackbeard's face, already as dark as the bottom of a pot, grew even uglier—if he had not considered that, as the leader of a ship, he had to maintain a proper bearing at all times, he might have already been unable to restrain his anger and started cursing aloud.
After all, for any pirate captain, having someone openly provoke him right in front of him, even daring to talk back without fear, was undoubtedly an unbearably humiliating disgrace!
Especially when the challenger who knew neither the height of heaven nor the depth of earth was merely an unknown nobody with no reputation at all, it was even more like a wanton trampling and insult upon the supreme dignity of these self-proclaimed "overlords of the sea"!
"You... you're clearly courting death..." Blackbeard gritted his teeth and forced the words out through clenched jaws. At the same time, he slowly raised his left arm. In his palm, a strange aura as black as ink seemed to be gradually gathering.
In the blink of an eye, an enormous black vortex abruptly appeared in his palm like a rapidly spinning fan, then began rotating at an astonishing speed.
Moke, standing not far away, could not help but change expression slightly at the sight. Nothing else was the reason; everything had happened too suddenly and too quickly for anyone to react in time.
He could clearly feel an incomparably terrifying pulling force continuously emanating from that black vortex, as if it wanted to swallow him whole. His body was also involuntarily drawn toward Blackbeard.
How could Moke not know what this meant? That was right—Dark Water!
This move used the endless gravitational pull of a