Chapter 107 The Strongest

Thinking of this, Darren couldn't help but estimate his current combat power.

Well, maybe there is still a distance from Roger and Whitebeard, the legendary strongmen standing at the top of the sea, but at least they will not be so passive in the fight.

As for Kaido sensei, he has not reached the peak of his strength at this time, and Darren estimated that he could fight him on equal terms.

"Hey! Darren boy, did you hear what I said!"

Seeing this stinky boy sitting there with a perverted look of a dream and a curve at the corner of his mouth from time to time, Zefa shouted loudly in annoyance.

"Don't worry, Zefa teacher, although my butt hurts a little, I'm in good condition now."

Darren came back to his senses and said with a smile.

Zefah looked at his weak and shriveled face and couldn't help rolling his eyes.

But before he could say anything, a majestic and boundless momentum suddenly broke out from the vice admiral in front of him and rushed towards him.

Zefah's face changed slightly and his pupils contracted.

He looked at the admiral in front of him who was releasing his own aura wantonly with an unbelievable look.

"Your aura..."

Pah!

A long crack suddenly appeared on the wall, and the coffee table cracked into countless lines, and the water in the glass rippled in circles.

"Do you understand, Mr. Zefa?"

Darren's mouth curled up a smile, his black hair fluttered, and his aura rose from the ground like a towering mountain, as if there was no end.

As soon as the voice fell, the overwhelming aura was withdrawn like a tide, as peaceful as a calm lake.

If it weren't for the clearly visible cracks on the coffee table and the wall, Zefa would have thought that the suffocating oppression just now was just an illusion.

Zefa swallowed dryly.

He looked at Darren deeply, and suddenly became a little lost.

"It's actually true..."

Zefa took a big puff of his cigar, sat down on the sofa, his eyes slightly blank, and murmured in a low voice:

"I'm really old."

He never dreamed that Darren's weird training method could actually work.

This completely overturned his experience and judgment over the past few years.

The most annoying thing is that this way of practice has no universal significance at all, and can only be applied to this bastard boy himself!

If it were someone else, let alone inhaling it like Darren, I'm afraid they would have to leave on the spot if they got a little bit of it...

"It's okay, Teacher Zefa...In my heart, you are still one of the famous teachers in this sea."

Darren patted Zefa's shoulder and comforted him earnestly.

He understood this feeling very well.

Zefa's eyes twitched, and he slapped Darren's hand away with disdain, got up straight, and walked out of the office.

"Teacher Zefa, where are you going?"

"Don't bother me, kid!"

Zefah turned his head in anger and glared at Darren.

"I want to be quiet!"

After saying that, he pushed the door open and walked out, his back carrying an inexplicable melancholy and desolation.

Darren:...

"Why are you still angry? I told the truth."

He muttered softly.

"Bulu Bulu..."

At this time, the military Den Den Mushi in his arms suddenly called out.

Darren took out the Den Den Mushi and connected the signal.

"Godfather, the person has been found..."

A hoarse and low voice came from the military Den Den Mushi.

"It turns out that the guy has become a slave and is now imprisoned on an island by the Celestial Dragons as a prey for hunting games."

Hearing this, Darren's eyes narrowed subconsciously, and the corners of his mouth curled up with interest.

"Where is the location?"

...

New World, a certain island.

Snap!

The thorny iron whip pierced the air, adding another bloody wound to the bruised body of the snapper fishman.

Fisher Tiger gritted his teeth, the piercing pain made his tall body shackled by shackles tremble slightly, but he didn't say a word.

He knew that the painful wailing would only arouse the ferocity of this group of lunatics.

The sound of the iron whip falling came from all around, and a group of slaves with similar scars were driven by the guards, with numb eyes, walking slowly towards the center of the deserted island.

"Go forward!"

"The master is waiting for you scum!"

"Damn it! Move forward!!"

"..."

Swearing, scolding, grinning...all kinds of sounds kept ringing, the guard holding the bloody iron whip grinned, looking at this group of slaves with no feeling of looking at humans, as if he was just looking at a group of pigs to be slaughtered.

"This bunch of rubbish!"

Fisher Tiger was furious when he noticed their eyes and cursed in his heart.

At this time, another heavy whip fell, tearing the throat of a slave beside him, splashing a large amount of blood.

The man fell to the ground as if struck by lightning, and covered his torn throat with both hands. His body struggled subconsciously, and the shackles on his hands rattled.

Unstoppable blood seeped out from between his fingers, staining the cold and hard shackles red.

"Rose!"

Fisher Tiger's eyes turned red instantly, and he rushed over, stretched out his bloody broad palm, and tried to cover the wound in a hurry.

After being arrested and becoming a slave for a full six months, he has established a deep friendship with this group of "companions".

"Gugugu..."

The man named Rose had bright red blood foam pouring out of his throat. He stared at the blood-red fish-man in front of him and made intermittent sounds with great difficulty.

"You...want...to escape...out..."

Before he finished speaking, his pupils had become dilated and completely lifeless.

When the other slaves saw this scene, their numb eyes also showed unbearable expressions.

"Tch! What bad luck!"

One of the guards spat out a mouthful of pus in annoyance and raised his whip again.

Snapped!

The whip fell heavily on Fisher Tiger's back, causing blood to splash.

"Let's go! Don't waste time!! Do you want to be like him!?"

Fisher Tiger trembled all over, clenched his fists with both hands, closed his eyes tightly and oozed blood and tears.

He took a deep breath in pain, his mind filled with the unfinished words.

"You have to escape..."

Opening his eyes again, Fisher Tiger stood up again with red eyes.

The slave procession moved on.

Soon they came to a jungle.

After passing through dense forests, Fisher Tiger didn't know how far he had gone before his eyes gradually became clear.

Deep in the desolate and silent jungle, a magnificent palace suddenly appeared.

It is unimaginable that such a luxurious and noble building could exist on this desert island.

The guards had the slaves line up in the open space in front of the palace.

Not long after, a middle-aged man in noble clothes and a glass hood walked out slowly, guarded by several figures in white silk robes.

The nobles of the world, the Celestial Dragons!

Fisher Tiger's pupils shrank sharply, and he immediately recognized this person's identity.

"See Lord Pheplos Saint."

The originally unruly guards and slave traders around them knelt on the ground in fear, not daring to raise their heads, and said in unison.

"Well, are you all ready?"

The Celestial Dragon named Saint Fepulos had blond hair, ugly features, and dense pockmarks on his face, but he looked down at the crowd below with a haughty expression.

"Yes, they spent six months together day and night."

Fisher Tiger heard the ingratiating voice of a slave trader reply.

I don't know why, but when he heard this sentence, he suddenly felt an uneasy feeling in his heart.

"That's good."

A fanatical and perverted smile suddenly appeared on Tianlongren's face.

"Then let's get started."

"Stupid slaves, listen up... You were supposed to be as humble as the dust on the ground, but now I have decided to give you a chance."

He grinned, and thick saliva actually slipped from his mouth, giving him a demented expression.

"Kill each other...the one who survives in the end..."

The Celestial Dragon spread his arms and laughed ferociously.

"I will grant him freedom!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fisher Tiger's expression suddenly changed.

Because he suddenly heard the sudden rapid breathing around him.

"No……"

Fisher Tiger raised his head in disbelief.

I saw this group of partners who had been together day and night for six months and took care of each other...

little by little,

coincidentally,

Turn around slowly,

He cast a numb look at him.

Empty and dead, yet filled with a kind of hysterical madness.

He from the fish-men tribe... is the strongest person here.

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