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Become the commander of Whitebeard pirates?
As soon as Bista uttered these words, the previously silent audience collectively took a deep breath.
"What? This..."
"A newcomer, directly joining the command of the Sea Emperor Whitebeard and becoming a commander? This is simply a step to the top!"
"Is this guy's strength so strong? What a joke!"
"I don't think there's any problem. This guy named Garros is indeed very strong! It seems that the Whitebeard Pirates are about to add a new powerful commander."
After the initial shock, everyone lowered their voices and started discussing quietly.
"It's not that simple. Although this boy has good strength, that's where it ends!"
"Yes, Bista is the captain of the fifth division of the Whitebeard Pirates. How easy is it to defeat him?"
"It is rumored that this guy has already reached the level of a great swordsman!"
"If this kid is smart, he should put down the famous sword in his hand immediately and leave here. Maybe he can also use this to make friends with the Whitebeard Pirates."
A person's name is like the shadow of a tree.
Who is Whitebeard?
He is a powerful existence that can rival the Pirate King Roger!
As early as twenty years ago, Bista joined the Whitebeard Pirates. He has gone through countless battles, big and small, fought against numerous powerful enemies, and gained a great reputation.
Garros frowned slightly. "Become the commander of the Whitebeard Pirates?"
"That's right," Bista confirmed.
"I heard that everyone on your ship calls Whitebeard pops? Sorry, I don't have this habit," Garros replied.
Bista stroked his beard. "Many people have the same idea as you, and it doesn't matter. We, the Whitebeard Pirates, are a big family."
"Of course, it doesn't matter if you really don't want to join. I won't force you, but..."
"you want this sword?" Garros asked.
Bista nodded without hesitation. Then he looked at the scabbard on Garros' waist, his eyes extremely hot. As a pirate, if you want something, just take it directly. There is no need to be secretive. This is also the code of conduct they believe in.
Garros smiled. With a "swish" sound, he drew out his hidden thunder and pointed it straight at Bista. "Want it? Then it depends on whether you have the ability."
"In that case, I'm not polite. Just know that the sword has no eyes. If you die because of this, I hope you won't resent me. You can only blame yourself for being inferior to others!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Bista instantly disappeared from everyone's sight. The next moment, he appeared in mid-air.
"Rose Dance!"
The two swords in his hands created a series of afterimages. Countless red rose petals fell from mid-air. No one had reacted yet. The petals turned into sharp slashes, blooming in all directions! Beneath the gorgeous appearance, there was infinite murderous intent! Countless slashes poured down from mid-air, instantly forming an airtight death cage around Garros.
Facing this stormy offensive, Garros's face remained expressionless, but his eyes revealed a strong fighting spirit! He took a deep breath, and instead of retreating, he stepped forward! The muscles all over his body bulged, reflecting bursts of dark metallic luster under the light from the ceiling.
"Armament Haki hardened!"
"Armament Haki entangled!"
"Shave!"
In the world of pirates, Marine Six Styles is no secret among the truly strong. As long as your physical fitness is up to standard, you can learn it quickly. This will not reveal the identity of CP0.
At this moment, Garros's speed was almost at its peak. He waved the dark thunder in his hand.
Boom!
The ear-piercing roar exploded in everyone's ears! The energy surged. The surrounding tables, chairs, and floor tiles were instantly reduced to countless debris. The two of them stepped back dozens of steps and looked at each other solemnly.
"What! Did he actually block it?"
"Can he block such a terrifying attack? Could it be that this guy has reached the level of a great swordsman in terms of swordsmanship?"
"Impossible, absolutely impossible! How old is he? Has he been practicing since he was born?"
Everyone in the audience was so surprised that their jaws almost dropped to the ground. There were also several powerful swordsmen with bounties worth over 100 million. Although the two only had a brief duel, it seemed to open a new door for them. A strong sense of frustration arose in their hearts.
In the shadows behind the scenes, Rayleigh stared intently at the two fighting at the auction venue. He accidentally crushed the iron wine bottle in his hand.
"Is this his true strength? It's really amazing."
That's right. This young man named Garros is indeed not as good as Bista, the long-famous great swordsman, in terms of swordsmanship. But when it comes to Haki, especially Armament Haki, he is not inferior to Bista at all and even far better!
Under Bista's dazzling sword skills that hide endless murderous intent, the Observation Haki emitted by Garros accurately sensed the impact point of Bista's slashes. A considerable degree of Haki strengthening was performed on the parts about to be attacked. Whether in terms of quality or quantity of Armament Haki, the two sides were not on the same level at all! He didn't dodge or evade, choosing to fight head-on with Bista! Plus, the famous sword in his hand, even when facing a long-famous great swordsman, this young man not only did not fall at a disadvantage but was evenly matched with his opponent!
"No!"
"Garros can make many mistakes, but Bista's one mistake may determine the outcome!"
Thinking of this, Rayleigh's face turned serious. Although he had long since retired from the world, Bista was no stranger to him. The Whitebeard Pirates and the Roger Pirates had fought many battles. Although Bista is not at the level of top experts, he is still a formidable player.
"I can't say that he's not good. I can only say that this guy named Garros, Armament Haki, is too powerful. Even I am only slightly stronger than this young man!"
"Garros, where did this freak come from?"
"If nothing else happens, a new storm is about to break out in this sea."
At this time, it was difficult to see Garros and Bista clearly in the auction venue. Only the roaring and deafening sounds of clashing swords could be heard. The roof, walls, and floors began to break apart. Smoke and dust were everywhere! The aftermath of the fight between the two left the entire auction venue crumbling and about to collapse.
"Damn it! How could such a fierce battle break out!"
"What are you doing standing there stupidly? Run away! It's no longer safe here!"
The people watching in the audience no longer cared much and left their seats one after another to get away from here. The narrow corridor was crowded with people, and they were pushing and shoving, shouting and cursing.
At this moment, a domineering momentum suddenly swept across the entire audience! Most people immediately rolled their eyes, fell to the ground with a thud, and fainted. The remaining few people also froze in place, stopped unconsciously, and turned back to look at the booth with difficulty.
Disturbed by this momentum, Garros and Bista also agreed to call a truce.
From the shadows behind the scenes, an old man with white beard and hair wearing glasses slowly walked out. Although he was old, he exuded a domineering aura.