Chapter 3: Chapter 3 What kind of king are you?
The Dreidonod Saberu.
The main ship of the "Crick Pirates", the huge three-deck sailing ship and the black panther on the bow are the nightmare of all merchant ships in the nearby waters.
"My fellow men, Lord Creek's name will surely resound throughout the world."
"Oh! Oh!"
"Admiral, there is a merchant ship ahead."
"Merchant ship?" Creek grinned. "How dare a merchant ship appear where I am? Guys, the fun is about to begin!"
"Oh! Oh!"
The huge Delidonod Saberu took less than ten minutes to approach the merchant ship.
The merchant ships did not dare to turn rudder and escape.
The Creek Pirates, if you encounter them, ordinary merchant ships will not be able to compete with them in horsepower and escape.
And if you try to escape, he'll kill everyone on the boat when he catches up with you.
Begging for mercy... may not be of any use, because besides Creek, there is also that cold-blooded and cruel man on the boat.
"Ghost" Ajin.
I just hope that man isn't on the boat today, or isn't involved in this robbery.
Dylan squinted his eyes and looked at the sailors and merchants who were at a loss and looked desperate.
Creek? Hasn't this guy gone to the Grand Line yet?
This guy's activity area was not near the branch that Dylan belonged to before, and I didn't deliberately look for him. Now I think about it.
There is indeed such a person in Donghai.
but······
He later called himself the Overlord of the East China Sea? Or the King of the East China Sea?
Dylan stood up with a knife in hand. The sailors and merchants who were kneeling on the deck nearby screamed in fear when they saw the young man standing on the bow with weapons in his hand.
"Hey, stranger! Come back quickly, you will kill us!"
Dylan tilted his head and thought for a moment. "I remember there was a guy named Ajin on his ship. He seemed to be very cruel and never spared anyone alive. Do you think you can survive if you kneel down here and pray?"
Hearing the name of "Ghost Man Ajin", the people on the deck turned pale, but still held on to a glimmer of hope: "Maybe 'Ghost Man Ajin' is not on the ship today? Stranger, we are kind enough to give you a ride, please don't..."
"Ah...thank you for giving me a ride, as a token of my gratitude..."
In front of everyone on the merchant ship, there was a flash of light, and the young man who was originally standing at the bow disappeared.
There was a glimmer of hope in everyone's hearts, but more of it was despair!
In this sea area, the "Crick Pirates" have never been defeated, whether against other pirates or the military.
...
On the top deck of the Deridonod Saberu, "Iron Wall" Bal was banging the shields on his arms.
"Ehahahaha!! I will become the Admiral's strongest shield."
"Really? How strong?" An indifferent voice sounded clearly in everyone's ears.
On the bow of the huge Black Panther stood a man in white clothes holding a long knife, his long white hair fluttering in the wind.
The "Iron Wall" Balu's brain seemed to be not working well, and before he could react, the "Ghost Man" Ajin stepped out first: "Who are you?"
Given the height of the Delidonod Saberu, anyone who can appear silently on the bow of the ship may not be easy to deal with.
"navy."
"navy!?"
The "Iron Wall" Balu finally reacted and rushed in front of Ajin with a strange cry: "How dare a mere navy..."
"Shh~"
Dylan gently pushed Shura's blade with his left thumb, and a red ripple flew out from the blade that was only an inch long.
"Just... the navy?"
Dylan jumped off the bow and walked past the "iron wall" Baloo, who was split in two from forehead to crotch.
The "ghost" Ajin swallowed his saliva but did not retreat: "Navy, you want to fight with the King of the East China Sea..."
"Huh?" Dylan narrowed his eyes, and a strong wind spread out from around Dylan's body. The pirates around him suddenly felt a strong impact, and then felt dizzy.
Then they all lost consciousness.
Hundreds of crew members fell to the ground like grass blown by a strong wind.
Only "Admiral" Creek and "Ghost" Ajin were still barely able to stay awake on the deck, but they were already sweating profusely.
"Hey, what is this?" Creek, wearing golden armor, barely stood up straight.
"Don't underestimate us! Navy! I am..."
A line of blood flew by, and two heads flew high into the air.
"What kind of king are you?"
After jumping to the top of the mast and sticking Creek's head on top, Dylan returned to the merchant ship.
"Let's go, they won't come."
"you······"
Just as the first mate on the merchant ship was about to speak, the lookout on the mast narrowed his eyes and said, "Yes, it's Creek's head. He's dead, he's dead!"
Hearing the lookout's words, the first mate looked in surprise at the young man in front of him who had a somewhat indifferent expression.
He did disappear just now, but it wasn't long before the Creek Pirates...
"Set sail! Set sail!"
The sails slowly rose, and Dylan held the hilt of Shura's sword in his right hand as he watched the Deridonod Saberu getting farther and farther away in his sight.
"The King of the East Sea?"
A crimson light flew out from the stern, directly splitting the Delidonod Saberu in the distance in half from bow to stern.
"The East Sea doesn't need anything like this."
The stunned crew members slid into the sea from the tilted deck and cabin like dumplings. At the top of the mast, Creek's head was still looking into the distance with an angry and terrified look.
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Rogue Town.
Dylan walked leisurely on the stone road. Beyond here is Upside Down Mountain.
Of course, he did not intend to go upside down mountain. The navy's unique warships could cross the doldrums.
He came here just to look back at the past.
"Hello!"
A familiar voice sounded from behind Dylan.
"Red Hair" Shanks stood alone, holding a bottle of wine in his hand.
"What a coincidence, I actually meet you here again. Are you going to the Grand Line?"
Shanks looked at the tall and straight Dylan. This young marine gave him a lot of pressure. Although the two had never fought, Shanks felt an aura from him that he had never felt before.
It felt different from all the navy guys.
Whether it is Garp's fortitude or Zephyr's decisiveness, they are completely different from him.
Even the newly rising guys in the navy like Kizaru, Aokiji, and Akainu have fundamentally different auras from this seemingly cold man.
He is more like an abyss, deep and steady, but no one knows what is hidden beneath the abyss.
"What a coincidence. Are you here to reminisce? You cried your heart out here that year."
Dylan glanced at Shanks. He didn't dislike the man, but he didn't like him very much either.
But now is not a good time to fight with him.
"then?"
Shanks was stunned for a moment, thinking back to that day more than ten years ago, and his expression instantly fell.
"Ah, that's right. So you were here back then too? Judging from your age, you must have been only about ten years old. Back then..."
Shanks looked up: "Have you ever thought about going out to sea?"
"Going to sea?"
Dylan pressed the handle of Shura's sword and gave Shanks a meaningful look: "Become a pirate?"
Hearing Dylan's unfriendly tone, Shanks smiled and said, "Being a pirate..."
"A thief is a thief!" Dylan interrupted Shanks coldly, "A bandit, a pirate, or a thief is a thief! A person who blindly pursues personal 'freedom' and robs the weak, no matter what dreams he has, cannot change the fact that he is a 'thief'!"
"Don't talk to me about dreams, freedom, partners, your 'freedom'..." The air around Dylan began to distort:
"It is built on the suffering of the weak!"
Visible black lightning rushed out from around Dylan.
"you!"
Shanks' pupils shrank, and the same black lightning emerged from his body. As the two auras collided, the dark clouds in the sky began to swirl.
When the momentum of the two men dissipated, some tiny cracks appeared on the surrounding walls.
"This is a town, and I have no intention of fighting you for the time being, but 'Red Hair'..." Dylan looked at Shanks sharply.
"Don't cross the line. Otherwise, not only will there be no ship for you in the new era, but I will also crush your 'dream' with my own hands."
After Dylan left, Ben Beckman and others came over from the street.
The big meaty legs that Laki Lu always held were gone, and Jesus Bu was holding the spear tightly.
"What a scary guy…"
Jesus looked around the corner and said, "Someone who possesses the 'qualifications of a king' and has cultivated the 'dominant color' to such a level... is it the navy?"