One Piece: Surrounded at Marineford? Just kidding!

Chapter 157: Talking to beasts is a waste of breath!

Garin stepped forward.

His military boots trod on the blood-stained mud without making a sound. He arrogantly raised his chin, and his condescending eyes were devoid of any mockery, only the cold indifference of the Celestial Dragons' supreme bloodline, which regarded all things as dust.

The voice was loud, not loud, but it was very arrogant!

"Who are you?"

Faced with Karin Sei's questioning!

Chen Ye remained motionless without answering.

They even turned their backs to them.

Garin felt a slight displeasure at being ignored.

He continued in that condescending tone, "How dare you block the path of the Knights of God? And wearing such a ridiculous mask... What, are you afraid of being purged by the World Government, and dare not show your true face?"

Threat.

An undisguised threat.

Garin Sheng tried to break down the other party's psychological defenses with words, to make this arrogant guy understand that he was facing the highest power in the world.

The remaining knights following behind him reacted instinctively to their commander's murderous intent.

They all placed their hands on the hilts of their swords at their waists.

The movement was completely silent, yet it made the surrounding air even colder.

However...

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

Their response was still deathly silence.

Chen Ye remained in the same posture.

With his hands in his pockets, he casually shifted his weight onto one leg.

Through that mask, he even... seemed a little distracted?

He didn't even take the Celestial Dragon's supreme bloodline in front of him, nor the Divine Knights behind him, seriously.

This is not a provocation.

This is ignoring it.

Even contempt!

It is a thousand times more profound than any resistance or outburst... contempt.

"Click."

Garin's face darkened completely.

The elegance and playfulness on his handsome face had vanished without a trace, replaced by an angry gloom.

anger.

It tumbles deep underground, searching for an outlet to erupt.

He, Figaland Garin, was a god who stood on the clouds from birth.

His words were divine pronouncements.

His will is destiny.

How dare this mere piece of trash, a lowly creature whose race is indistinguishable,... ignore his question?

Unforgivable.

Absolutely unforgivable.

"It seems you've chosen the most painful way to die."

Garin's voice deepened, his cold arrogance being consumed by volcanic rage.

The killing intent in the air condensed into a visible white chill that rose from his body.

Garin Sei's patience has run out.

He raised his right hand, which was holding the sword, ready to personally crush this blasphemous sinner inch by inch.

Just as he was about to give the order.

The man who had been silent all along finally made a move.

Finally, it moved.

He didn't draw his sword, didn't adopt any fighting stance, and didn't even take his hands out of his pockets.

He simply... moved his lips.

Seemingly feeling a bit tired of standing, it changed to a more comfortable position.

Then a voice came from beneath the pure white mask.

The voice was very flat.

There was no emotion or fluctuation in his voice.

But this calm voice, without any rhyme or reason, resounded fiercely in the ears of Garin Saint and all members of the Knights of God.

"I'm not going to talk to a beast like you."

"You're wasting my breath!"

. . .

. . . .

. . . . .

Dead silence.

Time was forcibly paused at this moment.

The wind stopped.

The sounds of fighting from the distant battlefield seemed to be completely blocked by an invisible wall.

Garin Sei raised his hand high, ready to give the order, but it froze in mid-air.

The overwhelming killing intent of the knights behind him was instantly extinguished by an invisible hand, frozen in the moment before the explosion.

Everyone was stunned.

brute?

He... called the boss... a beast?

impossible.

How could anyone in this world dare to use these two words to describe a Celestial Dragon who has the blood of the Creator flowing through his veins?

How to describe the supreme commander-in-chief of the Knights of God?

This is not a mortal challenging a god.

This is an ant spitting at the sun...

However, reality is crueler than nightmares.

The expression on Garin's face was the most spectacular they had ever seen in their lives.

That ingrained arrogance was struck hard by an invisible hammer the moment those words were spoken.

"Click..."

First it solidifies.

Then, a crack appeared between his eyebrows.

Then came the second, the third...

Spiderweb-like cracks instantly covered that handsome and arrogant face.

Then. .

Instead, there was an unprecedented rage, a mixture of utter astonishment, absurdity, humiliation, and... a fury powerful enough to incinerate the entire world.

"What...did...you...say...?"

He spoke slowly and deliberately.

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from the deepest part of his teeth, with all his strength.

He, Figarand Garin, possesses the noblest bloodline among the Celestial Dragons, is the Commander-in-Chief of the Knights of God, and is even one of the future Five Elders!

actually……

To be described as a "beast" by a lowly creature that hides its head and tail?!

His body was trembling.

It's not because I'm afraid.

It's an uncontrollable force that's about to burst forth from the body.

A powerful, domineering aura, mixed with an evil aura, surged forth from his body without warning.

Boom!

Centered on him, the solid ground beneath his feet instantly cracked under the impact of this aura, with jagged cracks spreading out in all directions like a spider web!

The surrounding trees, under the overwhelming aura, bent over and groaned under the weight.

It was pure murderous intent and rage.

Under this out-of-control momentum, even the members of the Knights of God couldn't help but take a half step back.

For the first time, a hint of fear appeared in their eyes as they looked at Garin.

They had never seen Garin Saint so out of control.

However, the one who started all of this, the man wearing a white mask, still stood in the same spot.

He stood there quietly, completely out of place in this raging world.

He even tilted his head slightly, as if admiring Garin Sei's expression at that moment.

This action became the final straw that broke Galin Saint's back.

"you..."

Garin Sei finally squeezed out that complete sentence through gritted teeth.

His eyes turned completely blood red, devoid of any reason, filled only with pure, extreme killing intent and madness.

"I'm going to capture you alive!"

"I'll peel your skin off inch by inch..."

"And then, piece by piece, I'll cut off your flesh..."

"Then... I'll smash all those damn bones of yours, one by one!"

"I will make you wail for a hundred days and a hundred nights!"

"Finally, I will turn you into the most perfect specimen, and make you kneel at the gates of my Figarand family's palace, to eternally repent for every word you uttered today!!"

"I'll make you wish you were dead!!!"