I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

"Don't worry, dad, I will definitely take his head to see you today."

Bista turned his head and shouted at Whitebeard. The knife in his hand became more and more fierce. He didn't hold back at all. The knife was aimed at the life of the Sith.

Before meeting the Sith, Bista always thought that he was an elegant enough gentleman. After meeting the Sith, he realized that he was wrong. No one on this sea was a true gentleman. There is an unknown devil hidden in everyone's heart, and they are all beasts when they are angry.

He no longer hides or deceives himself. There are so many twists and turns in the fight between people. It is simple and no different from wild dogs snatching food.

"Oh? You want to take my head?"

Sith seemed to have heard something funny, and the blade in his hand cut diagonally, forcing Bista's Western sword back. Darkness filled his body, and instantly dragged him into the shadows again.

"No longer do those indifferent persistence. You are indeed much more difficult to deal with than before, but Bista, I, the Sith, are not static either. Although it has not been long, I am indeed much stronger than before."

"Burning Escape · Over-steaming to kill!"

Sith suddenly appeared behind him, pulled his left hand, and pulled out a huge fireball from the darkness.

Black-red flames roasted the earth, and crackling sounds came from all around.

"That guy."

Bista's pupils shrank, Sith's speed was really beyond his imagination.

When the fireball came, Bista could really feel the anxiety whether it was his skin or the hair on his forehead.

Helpless, Bista put her right foot on the ground and hid her body to the side.

Although the attack power is powerful, it is still too reluctant for fast-attack players like them. At least if they turn sideways a little, they can easily avoid the Sith attack.

There was contempt hidden under Bista's eyes. What does progress mean? Just like his extremely bad character in the past, Sith was no different from what he was a few dozen days ago.

After dodging the attack, two figures in pirate costumes came into view.

It doesn't matter, they are members of the Whitebeard Pirates, can they be trusted?

Suddenly, a slender steel knife slashed across his body. Bista's expression froze on his face, and blood flowed from his lower abdomen, accompanied by a heartbreaking pain.

His eyes were wide open, and he couldn't believe his eyes. Compared with his body, his heart hurt so much that it was suffocating.

"How could it be? Traitor? Impossible, it's impossible for us, the Whitebeard Pirates..."

Suddenly, his eyes glanced at the black thread wrapped around the other party's body.

The fire called anger ignited in his chest, almost tearing him apart.

"Wilson Sis, I want you dead!"

He howled angrily, his scarlet eyes seeming to have lost his rationality.

"You're upset, Bista."

The figure of Sith appeared behind him again, turning the blade in his hand, and the air around him seemed to take on a sad and cold color.

In a hurry, Bista flipped in the air, trying to avoid the knife in Sith's hand.

"It's useless. When the heart is anxious, everyone makes mistakes, even you."

The pain suddenly became more and more severe, blood gushed out from his shoulder joint, and the Sith directly removed one of his arms.

"Sith, you..."

The pain made his whole body become distorted. He was like a stray dog ​​that had lost a fight. He was very embarrassed and ran away in despair.

"whispering sound!"

Sith made a sound of disdain from his mouth, and his body merged into the shadows again. Every word he spoke seemed to be floating in mid-air.

"Bista, you and I are different. No matter how you change it, it will be the same. Imitate my style? Imitate my ruthlessness? But imitation is always just imitation. You can't be me, and you can't defeat me. For victory , I can do whatever it takes and do whatever it takes.”

After the words fell, Sith held a knife in both hands and stabbed Bista in the waist and ribs.

Stab it!

With such a short distance and such a fast speed, Bista had no time to react, and the long black knife sank directly into his ribs.

puff!

A mouthful of scarlet blood spat out. This was the closest Bista had come to death in decades.

Bista gritted his teeth, a fear called death growing in his heart. His face was distorted and painful, but he did not want to show his fear.

Anyone could do it, except Sith, and he didn't want to show that vulnerable look to him.

In this sea, no one without a little pride can become a famous pirate.

He is proud. It is not only his personal pride, but also the pride of being the captain of the fifth division of the Whitebeard Pirates. As his son, he cannot smear Whitebeard's face. Even if he dies, he will never Don't show hesitation in front of the enemy.

Whitebeard's majesty is above all else.

"Kill me, Wilson Sith, cough, dad... cough, dad will avenge me, you cruel man who seems to have no heart, I will wait for you below."

Bista's eyes widened, and he faced Sith with that ferocious look. His smile was full of hatred, nostalgia, and even a hint of pity.

This look made Sith particularly uncomfortable.

"What is he pitying for?"

"Have mercy on me. Even if my Sith is dead, won't there be anyone to help me take revenge?"

"It's such a ridiculous feeling, but even if I die, there should be two people thinking of avenging me, right? None? There will be one or two more or less, right?"

Hesitation flashed in Sith's eyes, and his eyes became firm again.

"Farewell, Bista. On this battlefield, people have nothing to do with right or wrong. There are only positions between you and me."

A cold light flashed on Sith's long knife again, and the blade struck straight at his neck.

"Bista!"

Boom boom boom!

The ground suddenly began to tremble violently. Before the blade in Sith's hand could get close to Bista, a round of flesh bullets made entirely of diamonds knocked him away.

Marco opened his hands, turned into blue flame wings, and quickly came towards Bista, picked up his body and moved back.

In this short year, the Whitebeard Pirates have lost two captains and several family members, and they cannot afford to lose anymore.

On the other side, Jozi's huge mass brought huge inertia, knocking Sith far away in just one swish.

Boo!

With a knife thrust to the ground and a crack on the ice, Sith retreated ten meters away before regaining his balance.

Careless.

His internal organs, which were already weak, were hit hard again, and Sith's body was in cramping pain. When he opened his mouth, a mouthful of red and black blood was spat out, and the remaining lungs inside were extremely conspicuous.