These words were like the cold wind of winter, chilling everyone present to the bone.
Jin An's tone wasn't heavy, but the killing intent hidden within was obvious.
He wasn't in a hurry to act, because he knew that in the face of absolute power, deterrence itself was enough to dissolve the enemy's will.
The faces of the West Sea powerhouses became even more complex, their fists clenched tightly, and a struggle and hesitation flashed in their eyes.
However, facing Jin An's unmatched aura, their bodies couldn't help but take a step back.
Resist?
Or submit?
At this moment, every choice in their hearts became exceptionally difficult.
Bundy World stood beside Jin An, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.
He clearly saw that these West Sea powerhouses had been completely suppressed, and their spirit of resistance was being crushed step by step by Jin An.
This was exactly the result he wanted—a completely controlled West Sea, a West Sea that no longer posed any threat.
Jin An's majesty and composure invisibly controlled the entire situation.
He announced with his gaze—the West Sea already belonged to him, and anyone who tried to challenge this fact would pay a painful price.
The outcome of this battle had long been firmly in his grasp.
The change in the situation was like a sudden storm, instantly destroying the will to resist of the West Sea powerhouses.
Everyone knew in their hearts that they had reached a dead end.
Faced with Bundy World's powerful and unmatched strength, coupled with Jin An's mountain-like pressure, they deeply felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness.
The West Sea people were all struggling in their hearts, but the cruelty of reality forced them to bow their heads.
They had originally pinned their hopes on the advantage of numbers and the power of unity, but now even the most basic desire to resist had been shattered.
Bundy World's strength was undeniable, and Jin An's arrival was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, completely stripping them of hope.
Faced with such absolute power, they didn't even have the desire to struggle.
"We surrender..."
Finally, someone gritted their teeth and said with a reluctant voice.
That sentence seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of their throat, full of humiliation and helplessness.
The voice echoed in the silent air, driving the swaying and hesitation of others.
With the first person speaking, others could no longer hold on.
Voices of surrender began to rise and fall, from one person to a group of people, and then to the entire audience.
Those once invincible powerhouses, at this moment, lowered their heads one after another, choosing to give up.
The sounds of surrender gradually converged into one piece, as if announcing their complete failure.
"Surrender!"
"Surrender!"
"Surrender..."
Every voice was filled with unwillingness, but it couldn't hide the deep despair.
Under the pressure of the situation, they had no other choice.
No matter how proud they once were, at this moment, they had to accept reality and accept that they could no longer control their own destiny.
However, even in this chorus of surrender, there were still a few people who insisted on their last bit of stubbornness.
Chilli and those powerhouses who had fought with Bundy World remained silent, their faces full of struggle and anger.
They were the actual controllers of the West Sea, the kings of this sea area.
Letting them give up their vested interests, give up everything they had worked so hard to build, their hearts were full of unwillingness and resentment.
Chilli clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.
His heart was tormented by anger and humiliation, reason told him that surrender was the only way out, but pride made it difficult for him to bow his head.
He looked at everything in front of him, his heart like a churning wave, unable to calm down.
He couldn't tolerate himself surrendering to the enemy, especially when facing a pirate like Bundy World who had once fought alongside him.
He knew that surrendering meant that all his efforts and honors would be reduced to nothing, but what could continuing to resist change?
Faced with the powerful opponent in front of him, his confidence had long been shaken.
Chilli's gaze swept over those companions who had once shared the same boat with him, their eyes full of complex emotions, anger, despair, but more of it was helplessness.
They were all waiting for his final decision.
Chilli struggled painfully in his heart, but eventually found that he had no way to retreat.
His pride made it difficult for him to compromise easily, but the pressure of reality was like a mountain pressing on his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.
He knew that whether he chose to surrender or continue to resist, the outcome of this battle was already doomed.
However, as the actual controller of the West Sea, he couldn't easily give up the power in his hands, and this unwillingness made it difficult for him to make a decision.
Chilli's voice echoed on the battlefield, with an undeniable stubbornness and self-esteem:
"I won't surrender! I am the leader of the Chilli family from the Flower Country of the East, the 12th generation pillar of the 'Eight Treasure Navy' pirates, a pirate with a bounty of over 500 million."
His words were full of unyielding and pride, as if he wanted to use this pride to resist the impending fate.
Chilli knew that he couldn't easily bow his head, couldn't lose face in front of the West Sea powerhouses, and couldn't let down the expectations of his family and king behind him.
He continued to threaten fiercely:
"Our Ramen King will definitely report you at the World Conference!"
Although his words were still full of sternness, Chilli's voice couldn't hide a trace of trembling.
Even in such a desperate situation, he still tried to use his background and influence to deter his opponents, trying to grasp even a glimmer of hope.
Jin An glanced at Chilli coldly, his eyes full of contempt and disdain.
For him, Chilli's threat was like a breeze, unable to shake him even half a point.
He spoke slowly, his tone full of coldness and mockery:
"Oh? I want to see what he will do when you die here today."
Jin An's words were as cold as ice, as if foreshadowing the impending death.
Before he finished speaking, his figure disappeared from the spot like lightning.
The next moment, he had already appeared in front of Chilli, the speed was so fast that people couldn't react.
Chilli only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and Jin An's cold gaze was already close at hand.
"No—"
Chilli's heart sank suddenly, he realized that he could no longer escape.
Before he could react, the knife in Jin An's hand had already pierced his chest with unparalleled precision.
The moment the blade pierced through flesh and pierced through his chest, Chilli felt an unprecedented pain, as if even his soul had been torn apart.
Chilli's face was full of disbelief, his pupils contracted sharply, and a look of incredible horror and despair flashed in his eyes.
He looked down at the blood dripping from his chest, realizing that life was flowing away rapidly like sand in an hourglass.
He never thought that he would be defeated so thoroughly at this moment, without even a chance to struggle.
Jin An's hand still held the hilt of the knife steadily, his cold expression did not waver in the slightest.
His movements were clean and neat, without hesitation, like executing a prey whose fate had long been doomed.
Chilli's body gradually weakened, he felt the strength leaving him quickly, and his consciousness became blurred.
Those West Sea bosses who were still hesitant, after witnessing Chilli's tragic state, their inner defenses collapsed instantly.
They no longer had any courage to resist, and they lowered their heads one after another, the sounds of surrender ringing out one after another.
At that moment, all pride and self-esteem turned into nothingness, and they clearly realized that continuing to resist would only lead to death.
Jin An pulled out the knife, and Chilli's body fell down like a kite with a broken string, the light in his eyes gradually dimming.
Jin An scanned the people around him who were surrendering with their heads lowered, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.
The outcome of this battle was already doomed, and he was just completing a victory that was expected.
From then on, the West Sea would also be controlled by him.
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