"Hmph, they just lack a little training. It won't be like this the next time we fight." Hearing Xiwen's words, Vista swung his twin swords even harder as he spoke unhurriedly.
Although Vista and a few other youngsters, such as Jozu and Thatch, could gain the upper hand, two fists were ultimately no match for four hands. With the other brothers falling short, there was nothing Vista could do but console himself this way.
Of course, Vista genuinely thought so too. With Lind shielding them in the New World, things were far too peaceful, and the Whitebeard Pirates' crew members barely had any opportunities to fight.
So they spent most of their time traveling, adventuring, or undergoing various kinds of training arranged by Whitebeard. Their lives had indeed grown a little too comfortable.
Even when they occasionally went out to sea for training, the petty pirates they encountered posed no pressure whatsoever to the Whitebeard Pirates. Instead, those encounters only inflated their egos. Now, at last, they had run into some tough opponents.
Barring any surprises, the opponents they encountered later would probably be even tougher. After all, the West Blue had been quite peaceful over the years too, even though the members of the Dark Legion often went out on missions.
But in terms of actual combat experience, they were only somewhat better than the Whitebeard Pirates and could not compare at all with the battle-hardened fighters of the East Blue.
This trip to the East Blue would mark the beginning of the Whitebeard Pirates' transformation. By the time their training was over, they would probably have more or less reached the level of the Navy's Pride Troopers.
That was the advantage of exceptional talent. Who knew where Whitebeard had adopted so many gifted sons?
In the end, the