I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

Blood was dripping, and half of Sith's body was hidden in the shadows. He would not make the same mistake as before. If he could not succeed in one strike, the only way to survive was to escape thousands of miles away. He kept reminding himself in his heart.

In front of him, Crocodile, Kaixia Jinbei, and Foil Bista formed a triangle, surrounding him from all sides. His situation was really critical.

The closest ally to him was Doflamingo, but he looked like he was trying to get away with it, and he obviously had no intention of taking action. It was a very stupid thing to place his hopes on others.

He wouldn't be that stupid, so he wouldn't imagine that Doflamingo would come to save him. So what if he was the King of the Shichibukai? Pirates are pirates, and there can never be a true reconciliation with the navy.

For the death of the Sith, he would only clap his hands and cheer. If he could drag a few people in the siege to death, maybe he would laugh even more happily. In that case, there would be fewer obstacles on his way to becoming the Pirate King.

Looking back, Sith gasped rhythmically, holding Bista's blue-topped Western sword tightly in his right hand, with a wary look on his face.

"Hmph, aren't you ready to give up?"

Bista sneered, his whole body trembling with excitement, he raised his sword in his hand and dived towards him.

"Rose dance!"

Blood-red roses floated in the air, and his only remaining Western sword was pointed directly at Sith's chest.

The time has come, and he will not give Sith any chance to make a comeback. He will take away Ace today, and he will also take away Sith's life.

Crocodile and Jinbe looked at each other, nodded, and also attacked both sides of the Sith. Who would be willing to take risks if they could be safer?

Sith narrowed his eyes, and black-red flames danced up and down in his eye sockets. Darkness containing thick malice gathered under the flames like sludge, and he was ready to fight back.

He held the knife in his right hand, holding the handle tightly.

Taking a deep breath, Bista's sword light came towards him, with a bit of madness on his face. It was obvious that this man really wanted the life of the Sith.

Sith held the knife and moved forward with the same strides. The shadows filled the air, and he was like a slender shadow being dragged.

The wound on his lower abdomen brought sharp stinging pain, and he was very conscious. There would be no good results if he stayed where he was. Crocodile and Jinbe came from both sides, and Bista attacked head-on. He could only win if he moved.

Sith leaped out and turned sideways in mid-air with extremely flexible body, dodging the sword light. The distance between the two was rapidly closing.

Face to face, Sith could even see the bulging blood vessels on Bista's forehead.

Bista sneered. The momentary victory gave him great confidence. With the three of them joining forces, he had no reason to lose.

His footsteps hit the ground, and ice shards flew. As he ran rapidly, the cloak behind him flew up, and the Western sword he had been holding in his hand swung out. The sword's light flickered from the lower right to the upper left. He had a strange premonition that the Sith The knife will be drawn from that direction.

clang!

The sound of metal colliding sounded in the air, and Bista raised the corners of his mouth. He could vaguely feel the tremor on the opposite knife, which was a sign of weakness.

He was in a happy mood, it looked like Sith's injury was more serious than he thought.

But this is exactly what should be done. If you dare to face two veterans at the same time, Shichibukai, a famous swordsman in the sea, how can you not pay a price?

His sword danced so fast, it was like a cold and bright rain curtain in front of the Sith.

There is no need to kill, as long as the Sith is held back, he will win. If the three of them attack together, the Sith will definitely die.

With a sullen face, Sith's eyes wandered over the sword screen. He had noticed the changes in Bista's body, and blindly surrounded him. He had lost the original indomitable spirit.

Grinning, he achieved what he wanted.

Suddenly, there was an explosion in Sith's ears, and a huge water bomb hit.

"Mlocculant Karate - Mysterious Art: Buraikan!"

Sith pulled with his left hand, and the shadow pulled him back again.

Jinbe lived up to Bista's expectations. He moved quickly, stepped on his wooden clogs, and came to Sith in two clicks. He opened his posture and greeted Sith with his sandbag-sized fists.

At the same time, Crocodile also gathered around the other side of Sith, smoking a cigar in his mouth, and his body was filled with dust.

He looked a little embarrassed, his face was covered with burn marks, and the fur coat on his shoulders was only half burned, but this did not delay his revenge.

With his right hand, he pulled out a huge desert sword from mid-air, and while running, he slashed hard at Sith's waist.

The strong wind moved on the knife and rustled, as if it was about to cut off the Sith at the waist.

Naturally, the Sith couldn't let him succeed. The shadows around him pulled upwards, and he rose directly into the air, turned around, and swung a huge sword light in front of him.

A trace of disdain flashed across Crocodile's face, and his body paralyzed, turning into a ball of sand flying in the wind. He bypassed the sword light and wrapped his big hands directly towards the soles of Sith's feet.

Escape, it seems that all Sith can do now is escape, the darkness is pulling him, and the gravel is following him like a shadow.

One versus three is too much.

Looking around from the corner of his eye, Bista and Jinbei had blocked his retreat.

With his eyes narrowed, Sith's escape momentum stopped abruptly, he turned around and slashed horizontally, the blade covered with dark domineering energy.

The golden hook came forward and made a crisp sound in the air. He bent his left hand and immediately caught the Western sword in Sith's hand.

Then a fist packed with sand and wind hit his arm.

The speed was so fast that afterimages even flashed in Sith's eyes.

His situation seems to be getting more and more dangerous.

Helpless, he had no choice but to abandon the knife and walk away.

Damn Western sword, it’s really uncomfortable to use.

Stab it!

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in his chest, and Bista's ferocious face squeezed into his eyes.

"I won after all, Wilson Sith!"

Bista laughed, and the sword in his hand was enough to shatter the Sith's entrails.

"Oh, really?"

Sith also had a smile on his face, and then became cold. He grabbed his remaining hand with his free hands, and clamped his fingers in like steel.

Bista's expression suddenly changed, and beads of sweat began to flow down uncontrollably.

I couldn't move, the guy's grip was too tight.

"To be honest, it's really not easy to face you like this, especially the two of us together."

Sith looked at him, blinked, and his smile became more and more weird and cold.

"But, you finally gave me some ideas. Since you all dare to exchange injuries for injuries, why don't I dare?"

With a crash, darkness suddenly hit like a tide, and the two disappeared from the spot. The faces of Jinbei and Crocodile became extremely livid.