bantayden Chapter 230
Chapter 230
"Damn it!"
"Quick!"
"Get out of the way."
T. Pengen had never expected that Joracol Mihawk would attack as soon as they met, and that he would release a long-distance slashing wave from a distance of several kilometers.
At this moment, he could not think too much and could only shout loudly, asking the navy on the warship to escape as soon as possible, while he took out the transformation device of the combat suit, put on the second-generation combat suit in an instant, then drew his sword and jumped, resolutely facing the slashing wave that broke through the air.
He knew very well that everyone could escape, but he, as a branch colonel, could never escape.
Only by facing the slashing wave released by Joracol Mihawk directly, would the other navy have a chance to survive.
Chi Chi
Thinking quickly, T. Pengen tightened his hand holding the knife, and visible electric current flashed from the handle of the knife, wrapping the sword god, and at the same time, the armed color domineering gushed out, turning the sword into a lightning black knife.
Then, he held the knife with both hands and slashed at the slashing wave like a raging sea.
Bang
Although the slashing wave of Joracol Mihawk flew from several kilometers away, the power must have decreased after crossing such a long distance, but the sharpness and strength were still beyond the range that T. Pengen could bear.
After only less than three seconds of stalemate, he heard a sound of metal cracking in his ears.
Then.
He saw the lightning black knife in his hand break after facing the huge slashing wave like a super-large sea king.
Puff
Without the defense of the lightning black knife, T. Pengen was like an ordinary person in front of a mountain torrent and tsunami, and could only be submerged by the terrifying slashing wave at hand.
However, because of his desperate resistance, the navy on the warship bought time to react and dodge.
Facing the all-consuming slashing wave of Djorakol Mihawk, the navy of the 1st branch showed amazing unity at the critical moment of life and death.
The navy in combat uniforms did not abandon their colleagues without combat uniforms. Instead, they grabbed the navy without combat uniforms one by one and flew up from the deck of the warship.
Bang
Crack
Almost at the moment they flew away from the warship, the slashing wave that submerged T. Penn was like a mad dragon, swallowing up the warship and completely cutting it off.
"Strange."
"With his level of domineering, he shouldn't be so weak."
"Can't even take my sword?"
After slashing, Djorakol Mihawk did not continue to attack, but frowned.
While he released his domineering power as a driving force to push the boat forward, he pushed the boat under his feet towards the warship that he had cut off, while looking at T. Penn who was killed by his sword.
The more he looked, the more suspicious he became.
He had already measured the strength of both sides before he drew his sword.
With the domineering power of T. Pengen, he should not be unable to resist his sword.
But the result was just the opposite.
T. Pengen was almost killed by himself.
Puff
Suddenly, a wave rose from the sea.
Then, T. Pengen flew out of the sea with difficulty, his face full of horror and anger.
He knew that he was able to survive because Rosen handed him the second-generation combat suit before he set off.
If he had been wearing the first-generation combat suit, he would have been seriously injured and dying, or even died on the spot.
But even so, the price he paid was not low.
T. Pengen's eyes swept across the huge gap on the second-generation combat suit, and a trace of palpitation flashed in his eyes.
This knife directly broke through the defense of the combat suit, and left a hideous knife wound on his body that was deep enough to see the bones and internal organs.
If it goes deeper, he will have to meet the Pirate King.
"Hawkeye."
"You, aren't you one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea?"
"Why do you want to attack the navy?"
T. Penn was still in fear, and he couldn't help but shout at Djorakol Mihawk who was approaching him.
In the past, Djorakol Mihawk was a navy hunter who could hunt the navy without restraint.
But now, at the invitation of the Five Elders, he has become a member of the Seven Warlords of the Sea.
Logically speaking, he should not be allowed to attack the navy again.
"Although I agreed to the World Government's call to become one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, I never said that I would stop hunting the navy."
Djorakol Mihawk was so arrogant that he directly fought back against T. Penn's shouting.
That's right.
He did agree to the Five Elders to stop hunting the navy, but he only stopped hunting. It was still okay to just hunt.
Yes.
No matter the navy that he had driven back to the South China Sea from the Grand LineThe ship, and the navy led by T. Pengen, all survived.
Of course, this was entirely based on T. Pengen risking his life to block the slashing wave just now.
If T. Pengen had hesitated or hesitated a little, or if he had blocked the slashing wave for a second less, it would not be the warship that was cut off, but also the hundreds of navy on the warship.
"Asshole!"
"You!"
"What do you think the navy is?"
T. Pengen glared with anger and clenched his fists.
As a swordsman, he originally had an almost instinctive respect and admiration for the swordsman who stood at the top of the sea and held the supreme sword.
But Joracol Mihawk's arrogant attitude of treating the navy as prey and slaughtering them at will made him unacceptable and completely angry.
"You ask me what I think of the navy?"
"Of course, they are tools for me to forge the black sword."
"What else can you navy do besides helping me refine my saber into a black sword?"
Joracol Mihawk glanced at T. Penn, and his words were full of contempt for the navy.
It was like an eagle in the sky, looking down at the reptiles on the earth.
He was cold and arrogant to the bone.
"Tools for refining black swords?"
"I understand."
"Hawkeye, maybe I can't even see your back in swordsmanship, but you trample on and ignore the navy, even if I, T. Penn, bet everything, I will make you pay the price."
T. Penn's face was full of anger, and the palm holding the sword suddenly exerted force, and the armed color domineering in his body was continuously injected into the saber.
His domineering was not the power to transform the saber into a black sword, but as a key to open the domineering that Rosen sealed in his saber.
"Hmm?"
"That's the aura."
"You can't be wrong. The domineering aura I saw in you just now was in your sword."
Joracol Mihawk stared at the saber in T. Penn's hand, and his sharp eyes like hawks showed a hint of shock:
"Amazing."
"Who is it?"
"It can actually seal the domineering aura in the sword and let you control it."
The strong who can stand at the top of the sea basically have unique and innate talents.
Just like BIG MOM's invulnerable steel balloon, Kaido's water and fire invulnerable diamond body, and Douglas Barrett's huge domineering aura.
Joracol Mihawk also has a talent that ordinary people don't have.
That is his pair of eagle eyes, which can see through the essence of everything.
At the beginning, he saw the domineering aura that Rosen sealed in T. Penn from a distance of several kilometers.
However, due to the distance, he thought it was T. Penn's own domineering aura.
But now, after a close look, Jorakol Mihawk saw it clearly.
The powerful domineering aura he saw in T. Penn did not belong to this unknown branch colonel, but to an unknown strong man who sealed his domineering aura in T. Penn's sword.