Feeling the eager gazes from all around, Bai Yu almost spat out his drink.
This dragon usually seems quite polite.
Why have you suddenly become so impolite?
For Bai Yu, who only had 200,000 System Points, creating this Mark 50 armor set was like cutting off a piece of his own flesh.
Now, Long Qi wants to get ten or eight sets.
This is probably not just cutting flesh; it's like removing a kidney as well.
Bai Yu can't afford to make such a demand!
Seeing Bai Yu's troubled expression, Long paused for a moment, but showed no displeasure whatsoever. Instead, he understood a certain principle.
What makes something truly amazing, besides its sheer awesomeness, is that it's not about quantity.
If everyone had Mark 50, it would become as common as cabbage on the street.
Does this thing still demonstrate how awesome it is?
Therefore, Long Ke fully understood Bai Yu's current attitude and quickly opened one palm, saying.
Five sets!
"If you give us five sets, our Revolutionary Army is confident we can defend ourselves. We might even be able to launch a counterattack, relieving the Marine Headquarters of its immediate crisis and giving them a breather."
Those present nodded in agreement.
At least in their eyes, the dragon already has a set of rules.
Five more sets, one for each of the five army commanders.
Isn't this delicious?
As for Sabo, who was the Chief of Staff, he could only watch with envy.
They can't control too much.
Faced with such a rare and precious thing, it would be better for my fellow Daoist to die than for me to die.
Feeling the instant, shared hatred in their eyes, Sabo's face turned bitter.
If I had known it would turn out this way, I would have gotten my hands on the Mark 50 first and then figured things out later.
Putting aside whether he's strong or not, he's just handsome.
However, seeing Bai Yu's helpless expression, Long's expression also turned bitter, and he said with difficulty, "I'll reduce it to one finger."
" Sabo is your sworn brother after all. Give this set to your uncle as a greeting gift, and give him another set. We can take turns using them if necessary."
Seeing this repeated request for concessions, no one present harbored any resentment; on the contrary, their eagerness grew even stronger.
In their eyes, as long as it's useful, that's enough.
However, the thought had barely crossed their minds when they froze in place.
The Bai Yu standing before him was actually Sabo's sworn brother.
They had never heard of this before!
Although I don't know if it's true, the thought that if there really is such a connection, I could get two or three more sets of armor.
They're willing to call him "brother."
" Sabo, hurry up and call him 'Big Brother'!"
Lindbergh urged impatiently.
Sabo was completely dumbfounded and couldn't help but speak up.
"He's my sworn brother?"
Long paused for a moment, then asked, " Bai Yu, has Sabo not regained his memories yet?"
"Do you need to think of a solution?"
In the dragon's eyes, Sabo and Bai Yu were like brothers.
This unexpected encounter should have been able to awaken Sabo's memories.
Sabo was dumbfounded when he saw the dragon's confident expression.
Clearly, no one expected this to be true.
However, the moment his eyes met Bai Yu's, his heart skipped a beat, and he felt a chill run down his spine.
" Bai Yu, what are you trying to do!"
"What are you doing?" Bai Yu asked with a smile, Zanpakuto at his waist.
"Some things can't be solved with one strike, so let's try two or three!"
"Besides, didn't you want armor? I just thought of a way, but you might suffer a bit..."
Seeing Bai Yu's sincere expression, Sabo shuddered and hurriedly said...
Can I say no?
"Can't!"
Bai Yu responded casually, his Zanpakuto at his waist already unsheathed.
In an instant, the battlefield, now reduced to ruins, was filled with pig-like screams of agony.
Meanwhile, a one-sided massacre began.
In this brutal fight, everyone quickly saw Sabo gradually becoming tearful.
On the other hand, Marineford, the Marine Headquarters.
Marineford, a key headquarters situated on the Red Line, is backed by the Red Line cliffs.
The only entrance is the huge port and harbor.
The remaining area was completely enclosed by city walls tens of meters high.
These walls were not temporary structures; on the contrary, they have always been a crucial defensive line of Marineford, the Marine Headquarters.
It will only rise from underground when the life or death of Marineford is at Marine Headquarters.
However, at this moment, on the city wall, not only was there a barrage of cannon fire, but also constant fighting. Facing the frenzied attacks of the Sea Kings, many naval officers had already taken the lead and rushed out.
Some naval soldiers who were unable to engage in close combat also used firearms to suppress the enemy from the rear.
However, it was clearly no match for the behemoth, the Sea King Tide, which had been attacking the city for five consecutive days like a madman.
However, this attack certainly doesn't seem very effective.
However, they knew that only by launching a series of attacks, little by little, could they give those fighting on the front lines a chance to catch their breath.
At least, they knew that the several figures standing on the battlefield, covered in blood, had not rested for five whole days.
Without them holding the line, the Marine Headquarters would probably have been destroyed long ago.
Bang!
With a single punch, Sengoku blasted a monster hiding inside Sea Kings into pieces. Amidst the splattering of blood, he couldn't help but gasp for breath, intending to catch his breath.
However, the moment this action was conceived, a deep roar was heard.
A half-orc-like monster appeared behind Sengoku like a ghost, its right hand covered in Armament Haki, and struck directly at Sengoku's heart.
If this attack had actually hit, it would likely have severely injured Sengoku as well.
Bang!
Garp suddenly appeared and punched the monster hard, sending it flying into the air before its body exploded.
Amidst a spray of blood and gore, Garp landed behind Sengoku, his clothes already stained crimson with blood.
Compared to the panting Sengoku, Garp was clearly in better shape.
After all, Garp is the only peak fighter in the original work who is not limited by age.
However, human strength has its limits, especially for the Marine Headquarters, which is fighting like a cornered beast.
Once the Sengoku period was defeated, and others withdrew from the fray.
No matter how powerful Garp is, if he can't carve out a way to bring peace and prosperity to the land.
I'm afraid that as time goes by, it will eventually run out of energy.
Perhaps it was with this idea in mind that the Five Elders and Imu came up with this plan to besiege Marine Headquarters.
It's fair to say that for Garp, a head-on confrontation is nothing to fear.
What they truly fear is knowing that the other side is lurking behind them, slowly boiling them like frogs in water, yet they can only grit their teeth and endure it, watching helplessly as one person after another gets injured and forced to retreat.
They finally stopped when they had exhausted everything in the Marineford.