"Are you a great swordsman?"
Bullet, lying on the ground, recalled the man's information and the battle just now.
"Ah... Yes... Practicing swordsmanship... On the one hand, it's more straightforward to kill people, and on the other hand..."
Dylan took out a cigarette, slightly pulled apart the thumb and index finger of his right hand, and a subtle lightning flash appeared, lighting the cigarette.
"It's to avoid certain special situations. If someone is immune to death no matter how you fight, then you can only cut off their head."
After hearing Dylan's words, Bullet turned his head and looked at him:
"Then why don't you chop off my head?"
After taking a puff of the cigarette, Dylan looked at the guy embedded in the ground next to him: "If I wanted to chop off your head, I'd do it right away. Doing all these fancy moves isn't my style."
Dylan looked up and gazed into the distance. Shura had been taken out of the ring and inserted aside.
"So, you are defeating me in the same way at every stage of the fight. Do you want me to follow you? Just like I did back then?"
After saying this, Bullet fell silent again...
Roger... He didn't make it this far...
He did beat him many times, but not like this man, who was defeating him in an almost mirror-image way.
Taijutsu, Haki, Devil Fruit abilities, fruit awakening abilities.
He had been defeated in all these areas.
And Dylan's swordsmanship... he hadn't even seen it yet...
"Yes, otherwise do you think I would really come here to wrestle with you so leisurely?"
Bullet smiled, then said, "Marine... che... what if I refuse?"
After blowing out a puff of smoke, Dylan pointed in the direction of Shura with the finger holding the cigarette:
"I'd cut off your head. That's my usual style. I'm not lying."
Bullet looked at the blue sky: "Roger died of illness, Whitebeard also died. I heard that Shiki was also killed by you. There are not many strong men left in this world. I didn't expect that there are still guys like you..."
Dylan sat nearby and listened to Bullet's mumbling without interrupting him.
"I no longer believe in such things as 'companions,' so... you have to stay strong. Otherwise, I will leave when I surpass you one day."
Dylan shook his hand: "You don't have to leave, you can just kill me. I said this to another person almost ten years ago."
"Who?"
"Shiryu, you should know him, right? After all, you were imprisoned in Impel Down for 20 years."
Bullet's expression returned to normal: "It's him... Then he has no chance..."
"So you have to work hard and set a good example for him."
After standing up, Dylan pulled the Den Den Mushi out of the ring.
"Get a ship and take me back to G-5."
Morgans hesitated for a moment and then said: "It may take a while. There is a huge tsunami around that area. Right now, no ship can sail."
"..."
"Okay, hurry up after the tsunami passes."
After taking a break, Bullet broke free from the ground.
After looking at the surrounding environment, Bullet's expression finally changed.
The natural environment had not changed...
He didn't use his full strength!
"What a complete defeat..."
Bullet threw his head back and laughed.
"We are still decades away from our peak, so we really have a lot to look forward to in the days ahead!"
Dylan flicked off his cigarette butt and shook his finger:
"I'm not the only one."
...
On the 15th day after Dylan left G-5, a "World Economy News Paper" ship docked directly at the G-5 military port.
"Ah... Navigation is really troublesome. If only you hadn't eaten the fruit."
Dylan stretched his muscles and looked at Bullet next to him.
Clank-Clank Fruit... Although Bullet developed it well, it can fuse with Haki and greatly enhance his hand-to-hand combat ability.
But in some aspects, it's not suitable for a strong man like him.
It would be great if he could eat the Garuda Fruit. The powerful power and almost supernatural vitality of the Mythical Zoan type could almost double Bullet's strength.
The ability to fly is also very important, especially in certain battles in the future...
Zou... Wano... and the Red Line.
Bullet's arrival caused an uproar in G-5.
The precious combat power of the "original Roger Pirates," and on that ship, he was also the strongest person after Roger.
The descendant of the devil—Bullet!
Such a man was actually following Dylan!
On the contrary, as the initiator of the turmoil, Bullet rarely showed up after entering G-5.
Dylan prepared a special training room just for him.
There is high-purity Seastone inside, and the G-5 alloy workshop produces and forges various alloy instruments with extremely high weight and density.
"You don't object?"
Dylan sat in Zephyr's office, watching him busy sifting through and evaluating the information of "recruits."
Zephyr raised his head when he heard his words: "Why should I object?"
As he said that, he put down the materials in his hands and walked to the sofa opposite to sit down.
"I've been in G-5 for a while. Even if it were before... I probably wouldn't object. But I would be a little worried or resistant. But now I don't object at all."
Dylan just took out a cigarette, but remembered that Zephyr had suffered from asthma, so he put the cigarette back: "It's changed a lot...why?"
"Shiryu used to be murderous. Magellan reported several times that he wanted to convict him. However, after following you for many years, he seems to have changed a lot. And Bullet..."
As the previous generation Admiral, Zephyr is more familiar with Bullet.
"He is just a guy who simply pursues power, and he also believes in power, so I don't think the problem is big. The most important thing is..."
Zephyr pushed up his glasses: "You are much younger than him. He has no chance to change his position again!"
Dylan nodded, the old man understood clearly.
It's almost time...
Dylan looked at the wrinkles at the corners of Zephyr's eyes.
Although Zephyr's asthma has been cured, he has been relegated to the second line for many years, coupled with some old illnesses, and his strength has partially declined.
If we wait any longer...
Dylan touched his chin. Zephyr was not Patrick Redfield after all.
And even that guy was defeated in his old age, wasn't he?
Red Count, Patrick Redfield, was able to fight Kong in the air for several days. In the end, he was exhausted and his body was picked up by Garp and thrown into Impel Down.
Such a guy is no match for the erosion of time.
Zephyr, who is slightly weaker than him, has a harder time maintaining peak power.
"Zephyr, I'm going to find a Devil Fruit for you. Your Seastone robotic arm... um... don't just take it off, I'll replace it for you."
Zephyr had doubts in his eyes, even though Dylan had said before that he would find a fruit for him.
But at his age, even if his asthma is cured, the improvement after eating the fruit will be very limited.
"Ah... you can arrange it, but I'm a little curious... what kind of fruit is it?"
Dylan stood up and opened the window, looking towards the CP organization's station.
"Bat-Bat Fruit, Model: Vampire."
"A fruit that can restore people to their youth or prime. Wait until I find it..."
"The real 'Black Arm' Zephyr will be back!"
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