"Terrifying!"
"Worthy of the Pirate King!"
"Good thing I didn't make a move just now, or I might already be a corpse!"
Watching Chinjao and the Eight Treasures Navy men, their fates unknown after falling into it, everyone sighed in astonishment. Just one strike had such tremendous power—something many of them had never seen in their lives.
The effortless, graceful sight of Ryan drawing his sword was deeply etched into their minds. Perhaps when they grew old, lying in rocking chairs or teaching the younger generation, they would remember that scene and tell their descendants of Ryan's peerless splendor!
Where there was fear, there was naturally anger.
They truly had not expected Ryan to actually dare attack in front of all of them. He was showing them no respect—he was slapping them in the face!
"Marco, as far as I know, Whitebeard was killed by the Bloody Swordsman. Let's join forces and destroy the Bloody Swordsman Ryan here!" a pirate who knew Marco shouted at him.
Every word was meant to draw Marco into the fight. Clearly, he believed he was no match for Ryan alone, which was why he wanted Marco's help.
First, he knew Marco and the others were powerful. Although Whitebeard was dead, they had once been the strongest pirate crew. As the saying went, a starved camel was still bigger than a horse. Even without Whitebeard, as long as the remaining members united, they would still be a force not to be underestimated on these seas!
But he had clearly miscalculated!
"Pops died in a fair battle. We of the Whitebeard Pirates hold no grudges. Even if we seek revenge, we will challenge Ryan openly and honorably!" Marco directly refused his invitation.
"I see! How stubborn!" The man cursed, then began trying to recruit