Damn!
Ryan cursed inwardly. So calling the System Daddy was all for nothing. Aside from learning that he could continue improving after reaching Ultimate, he had received no useful information.
"System Daddy! System Daddy!"
Although Ryan shamelessly kept calling out, the system still showed no reaction.
Fine!
Ryan accepted it. The system was just like this, so he stopped bothering with it.
Meanwhile, the New World had long since been thrown into turmoil. Many famous pirate crews surged toward the latter half of the New World, wanting to see how the Blood Sword Pirates would fight their way to the final sea.
The pirates in the latter half of the New World had also banded together to surround Ryan. United, they were overflowing with confidence, firmly believing that with so many of them, how could they possibly lose to Ryan?
But they had forgotten one thing—or perhaps they knew it but refused to believe it: once a person became strong enough, numerical superiority lost its effect. With Ryan's current strength, it did not matter whether he faced these people or the Marine Headquarters at Marineford. He feared neither.
The sun was scorching in some places. A pirate ship floated on the sea, with another pirate crew not far away. They were sailing near a small island.
"Boss, isn't it a little stupid for us to sit here waiting for someone?" one of the underlings asked, scratching his head.
A few beads of sweat slid down his face, but the hand holding the large umbrella remained steady, shielding the boss he had mentioned from the sun overhead.
"What? You have another idea?" His boss replied to the challenge in an indifferent tone.
"Boss, they say the Bloody Swordsman's ship flies through the sky. If we guard this place, how