Suddenly, the darkness was torn apart by a sudden burst of white light.
The pirates scrambled in a panic, crowding onto the deck, their pupils constricting as they tried to adjust to the sudden brightness.
From their limited field of vision, they saw a beam of white light that seemed to descend from the heavens, like a giant sword stretching across the sky, illuminating the entire world with a clear and dazzling light.
Within that white light, red and black lightning danced wildly around it like trembling dragon veins.
Then,
“BOOM!!!”
A deafening roar came from the sky, the rolling sound waves threatening to pierce their eardrums.
Abruptly, the brightness of the blade light in front of them intensified, like the dawn descending from the sky.
No, it was the radiance of doomsday.
The pirates were stunned, their mouths agape. Some of them managed to speak, their voices filled with surprise and uncertainty:
“Did you guys feel that thing get brighter?”
“It does seem that way…”
Other pirates spoke with trembling voices, their hearts filled with ominous premonitions.
At this moment, the pirate captain realized the danger. He was extremely anxious, his voice a mix of command and panic:
“Helmsman, adjust course! Quick!”
But before his orders could fully register in everyone's minds, the dazzling blade light burst forth in an instant.
The pirates were plunged into panic, unable to react, and could only watch as their ship was mercilessly cleaved in two in that instant.
Half a shipwreck, half emptiness.
The pirates clung tightly to the railings, trying to maintain their balance and avoid falling into the icy, bone-chilling sea.
Faced with the sudden catastrophic disaster, the captain shouted his last order:
“Launch the lifeboats, or we're all done for!”
The pirates acted quickly. Despite their panic, their survival instincts drove them to quickly find and lower the lifeboats.
With a series of "splash, splash" sounds, the crew members jumped into the lifeboats, grabbing onto the last hope of life.
On the sea, the lifeboats merged with the night.
The remaining lifeboats carried a group of surviving pirates, drifting in the cold night wind.
The captain clung tightly to the edge of the lifeboat, his face pale, his eyes filled with memories and reluctance for the past.
He stared blankly at the ship that had been cut in half, the culmination of his years of hard work, now turned into a bubble, dissipating in this boundless sea.
His heart ached so much that he could barely breathe.
His voice was low and weak, a murmur squeezed from the depths of his bones:
“Is this what they mean by gods fighting and mortals suffering?”
His words revealed endless helplessness and sorrow.
A pirate next to him responded softly, his tone tinged with a hint of sigh:
“We were just passing by…”
Faced with this ruthless attack, they, these pirates, were nothing more than ants.
The other pirates were closely watching their companions, exchanging glances of relief, grateful that they were still alive to breathe at this moment.
One pirate touched his chest and said in a low voice:
“Luckily we were all concentrated at the front of the ship, otherwise…”
“Yeah, I thought the loud noise was disturbing my sleep, but if it weren't for that noise, we probably wouldn't be alive.”
Another pirate echoed, his words filled with helplessness and emotion from the brink of life and death.
Then, a young pirate raised a question:
“Have you guys thought about what caused that loud noise?”
As soon as this question was asked, the faint conversation came to an abrupt halt.
Everyone fell silent, looking at each other, their faces filled with confusion and contemplation.
“Uh…”
For a moment, the atmosphere became a little awkward.
Indeed, none of them could definitively answer this question.
If it weren't for that accidental "fight," their lives might have continued peacefully.
In those one after another "what ifs."
The pirates felt the unpredictability of fate and the impermanence of the world.
Even as experienced pirates, they were still so powerless in the face of this situation, able only to seek a glimmer of hope on the edge of life and death.
And that half-wrecked pirate ship was like an indelible scar in the hearts of all of them, reminding them of this unknown disaster and the miracle of survival.
The sea breeze continued to blow, and the waves gently lapped against the lifeboat. Their journey would continue, but the experience of this night would be forever etched in everyone's mind.
The pirate captain's face gradually twisted with the anger rising in his heart.
Anger, like a volcano about to erupt, billowed with thick smoke between breaths. He clenched his teeth hard,
“If I find out which little bastard is fighting there, I will…”
His words were filled with anger and murderous intent.
But before he could finish speaking, a crew member grabbed his clothes in a panic, pulling his impending rage back to reality.
“What's wrong!”
The captain roared, his impatient eyes like a towering tsunami at that moment, revealing intense dissatisfaction and suppressed anger.
“Captain, don't say anymore, let's just run for our lives.”
The pirate's voice trembled like a leaf swaying in the wind.
He reached out and pointed into the distance, where the seascape was undergoing earth-shattering changes.
Following his teammate's trembling finger, the captain saw the sea being subjected to an unprecedented ravaging.
In an instant, the originally turbulent sea surface seemed to become a canvas ruthlessly torn apart, cut through by countless blade lights.
Wherever those blade lights went, even the anger of the sea god seemed unable to stop them. The seawater churned in the cuts, gurgling, but unable to immediately fill the deep scars.
The captain's anger and all his questions became unimportant at this moment.
Faced with such amazing power, all the pirates felt an unprecedented sense of insignificance and powerlessness.
Their figures were so small in this vast sea.
And the blade light battle on the sea continued, those deep scars becoming indelible scars on their hearts.
......
Under the silvery moonlight.
“Hahahaha!!!”
Roger laughed wildly, his voice spreading around on the night wind.
After the laughter subsided.
Roger took a deep breath, his voice full of excitement and satisfaction echoing in the night sky,
“It's been a long time since I've fought so happily.”
His eyes sparkled with a desire for battle, his whole person seemed to be rekindled by the passion of battle.
“Your kid's strength is really hidden deep.”
Roger looked up at the white moon,
“It feels like my first fight with Garp and them.”
Roger's gaze locked onto Jin An.
His tone revealed a hint of expectation and seriousness:
“I heard you awakened Haoshoku Haki.”
Roger's gaze became even deeper, as if trying to see through the depths of Jin An's heart,
“Do you remember the moves I taught you on Skypiea?”
His question was not only about technique, but also a tempering of Jin An, an exploration of the latter's potential.
Jin An felt Roger's gaze like a tangible pressure. He nodded, recalling the days of training after mastering Haoshoku.
Every key point replayed in his mind.
Everything was so clear, the marks left by his sweat and effort.
Roger stood there, his figure straight, his broad shoulders carrying the countless winds and waves of the sea. He was no longer satisfied with simple Busoshoku Haki clashes.
What he wanted was to unleash Jin An's true strength, to see the latter's limits.
On this infinitely vast blue sea, only true powerhouses can shuttle between the waves and become the focus of everyone's attention.
This was not only a need for battle, but also Roger's expectation of Jin An.
The two stood on the island, the sea breeze under the stars blowing through their hair.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them, a look of determination flashed in his eyes.
Ready to show the results of his training.
And for the first time in this world, release the ability that only a very few people possess.
The unique light he possessed.
Roger just watched quietly, his pupils reflecting Jin An's slowly rising momentum.
The surrounding air seemed to be constantly swirling because of their powerful will.
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