The Five Elders quietly watched the scene before them, a sense of disappointment welling up in their hearts.
Those guards who had once been so proud and confident in the Holy Land were now collapsing one by one like leaves swept away by a storm, utterly defenseless.
Their mutual fear and despair seemed to amplify, eroding the last vestiges of hope in the Five Elders' hearts.
"It seems we overestimated their courage," Saint Marcus Mars said, shaking his head, his tone tinged with helplessness and indifference.
The other Five Elders nodded silently, understanding that these guards were no match for Jin An, unable to even put up a fight.
This situation filled them with deep disappointment, the guards before them seeming like laughable puppets, at Jin An's mercy.
"Unable to even test his true strength, how pathetic," Saint Topman Warcury said coldly, his face expressing a hint of disdain.
At this moment, his heart was filled with disgust for the guards, as if they were the source of his lost dignity.
But even more than that, they felt fear and helplessness towards Jin An's power.
With each step Jin An took forward, a suffocating aura relentlessly assaulted the Five Elders' psychological defenses.
Even as the rulers of the world, they had to admit that Jin An's power made them feel lost and helpless.
They had thought this confrontation would reveal Jin An's true colors, but they never imagined they would only witness the ruthlessness and absoluteness of this new generation hero.
"It seems we need to reconsider our strategy," Saint Shepherd Ju Peter murmured in his heart, his thoughts racing.
He knew that the current situation could not be reversed by these guards; Jin An's strength had exceeded their expectations, and they faced an unprecedented challenge.
Disappointment and anxiety intertwined, making the Five Elders' mood even heavier, casting an ominous shadow over the entire area, portending an impending storm.
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Blackbeard's heart was churning like a stormy sea, his breathing became rapid, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, as if he was brushing shoulders with death every second.
Jin An's approaching figure was like an insurmountable mountain, pressuring his nerves and preventing him from calming down.
Although he tried his best to steady his emotions, his legs seemed to be trembling slightly unconsciously, as if he might collapse in the face of fear at any moment.
"Why is this happening?" he repeatedly asked himself in his heart.
Once upon a time, he was confident and arrogant, but now he had to retreat before this young powerhouse.
His thoughts raced, trying to find a way out, but every time he saw Jin An's indifferent smile, he felt as if he was falling into an endless abyss, losing even the strength to struggle.
"Jin An, what do you want?" Blackbeard managed to squeeze out a voice, but his tone was filled with helplessness and despair.
Jin An's gaze pierced into his soul like a blade, making him feel like there was nowhere to escape.
The other party's goal was no longer a simple confrontation, but to completely crush him.
As Jin An continued to approach, Blackbeard felt an unprecedented sense of oppression, a confrontation between life and death.
His heart pounded like a drum, as if he could hear the countdown of his life.
Every step was a challenge to his will, every smile a judgment of his soul.
Blackbeard retreated in despair, secretly cursing his past arrogance, realizing that today's situation was beyond redemption.
Blackbeard clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force, and fear surged in his heart like a tide, almost drowning him.
Every time Jin An took a step, his heart beat violently, as if reminding him that the person in front of him was the judge of his destiny.
Even though he tried desperately to remain calm, his throat felt as if it was clamped tightly by iron pincers, making it difficult to even let out a roar.
His mind kept replaying the confrontation with Jin An, and the intense pressure of that moment made him shiver.
Blackbeard tried to find an opportunity to counterattack, but no matter how hard he tried, the situation remained out of his control.
He thought to himself, "Am I going to end here?"
This thought writhed like a poisonous snake, making him even more flustered.
At the same time, the Five Elders stood quietly to the side, their eyes cold and ruthless, as if they were watching a drama without any ripples.
Whenever Blackbeard showed a look of fear, some of the Five Elders even showed a slight disdain, as if they had already expected all of this.
Saint Marcus Mars's lips curled up slightly, revealing a mocking smile, and he thought to himself, "As expected, a pirate who started out with intimidation and conspiracy is still so fragile in the face of a true powerhouse."
And Kong, the Steel Commander, frowned, and although he felt a trace of pity for Blackbeard in his heart, he knew that this war did not belong to him.
At this moment, the game between the Navy and the World Government had already begun, and Blackbeard's fate was no longer under his control.
His eyes involuntarily turned to Jin An, and complex emotions surged in his heart: admiration for this junior and helplessness towards the current situation.
As Jin An approached, Blackbeard finally couldn't help but retreat, his legs staggering involuntarily, as if fleeing an irresistible death sentence.
The Five Elders watched this scene, their eyes filled with cold satisfaction, as if Blackbeard's fear was exactly the result they wanted to see.
They didn't care who would win, only how their own position would be maintained in this power game.
"Blackbeard, show your worth, and maybe I'll make a move," Saint Imu Baron V. Nusjuro's voice was particularly clear in the air, as if cutting through the heavy pressure.
He hesitated slightly, but his tone carried a kind of arrogance and condescension, like a high-ranking ruler looking down on a beggar who craved alms.
Hearing these words, Blackbeard's eyes lit up instantly, and his heart surged.
He thought he was about to face destruction, but now he seemed to see a turning point.
Although Saint Nusjuro's tone made him feel a little unhappy, he had no time to care about it at this moment.
He took a deep breath, trying to make his voice sound firm: "I... I will prove my worth!"
He straightened his body slightly, trying to regain some confidence, but the fear in his heart was still growing quietly.
He repeatedly thought about how to use this opportunity, but when he thought of Jin An's suffocating aura, Blackbeard's palms began to sweat.
Although he had prepared himself to face the challenge, fear still haunted him.
At the same time, Saint Nusjuro's lips curled up slightly, revealing a hint of playfulness.
He thought to himself, "As expected, this guy still has some ambition."
He didn't intend to completely trust Blackbeard, just wanted to see what the other party could do.
After all, in this game of power, no one can easily trust anyone.
Saint Nusjuro's eyes coldly watched Blackbeard, as if evaluating everything about him.
At this moment, Blackbeard felt an invisible pressure, as if his every move was under the other party's control.
This feeling made him even more uneasy, but he knew that only by taking a step forward could he find hope of survival.
"I will let you see my abilities!" he said through gritted teeth, his tone tough, but his heart was constantly struggling.
He turned around, preparing to face the upcoming battle, but a trace of doubt flashed in his mind: Could he really survive this battle of strength?
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