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The main ship of the "Krieg Pirates," the huge three-decked sailing ship and the black panther at the bow were the nightmares of all merchant ships in the nearby waters.
"Men, Don Krieg's name will surely resound throughout the world!"
"Ooh! Ooh!"
"Admiral, there's a merchant ship ahead."
"Merchant ship?" Krieg grinned: "How dare a merchant ship appear where Don Krieg is? Men, here comes the fun!"
"Ooh! Ooh!"
It took less than ten minutes for the huge Dreadnaught Sabre to pull alongside the merchant ship.
The merchant ship didn't dare to change course and run.
Krieg Pirates. If you encounter them, ordinary merchant ships simply cannot compete with it in horsepower to escape.
And if you try to escape, he will kill everyone on board when he catches up with you.
Begging for mercy... is not necessarily useful, because besides Krieg, there is also that cold-blooded and brutal man on board.
"Demon" Gin.
Hopefully that man isn't on board today, or won't participate in this raid.
Dillon narrowed his eyes, watching the helpless, despairing sailors and merchants.
Krieg? Hasn't this guy gone to the Grand Line yet?
This guy's area of activity wasn't near Dillon's branch before, and he hadn't deliberately looked for him. Now that he thought about it...
There was indeed such a character in the East Blue.
But...
Didn't he later call himself the overlord of the East Blue? Or the King of the East Blue??
Dillon stood up with his sword. The sailors and merchants who were originally kneeling on the deck screamed in fright when they saw the young man who had hitched a ride actually standing at the bow of the ship with a weapon.
"Hey, stranger! Come back quickly, you'll kill us all!"
Dillon tilted his head and thought for a moment: "I remember there's a guy named Gin on his ship, who seems to be very cruel and never leaves anyone alive. Do you think you can survive by kneeling here and praying?"
Hearing the name "Demon Gin," the faces of the people on the deck turned pale, but they still had a glimmer of hope: "Maybe 'Demon Gin' isn't on board today? Stranger, we kindly gave you a ride, don't..."
"Ah... thank you for giving me a ride. As a thank you..."
A flash went before the eyes of everyone on the merchant ship, and the young man who was originally standing at the bow of the ship disappeared.
Leaving everyone with a glimmer of hope, but more of it was despair!
In this sea, the "Krieg Pirates" had never suffered a defeat against other pirates or the Marines.
...
On the top deck of the Dreadnaught Sabre, "Iron Wall" Pearl was "banging" on the shields on his arms.
"Eee hee hee!! I will become Admiral Krieg's strongest shield."
"Oh? How strong?" A calm voice rang clearly in everyone's ears.
On the huge black panther figurehead stood a man in white clothes, holding a long sword. His shoulder-length white hair flew in the wind.
"Iron Wall" Pearl's brain didn't seem to be working well, and he hadn't reacted yet. "Demon" Gin took the lead and stepped forward: "Who are you?"
The height of the Dreadnaught Sabre meant that anyone who could appear on the bow of the ship silently was not to be trifled with.
"Marine."
"Marine!?"
"Iron Wall" Pearl finally reacted and screamed as he rushed in front of Gin: "A mere Marine, how dare you..."
"Ch~"
Dillon's left thumb gently pushed the Shura's sword guard, and a red ripple flew from the blade that was only exposed an inch.
"A mere... Marine?"
Dillon jumped off the bow of the ship and walked past "Iron Wall" Pearl, who was already split in two from his forehead to his crotch.
"Demon" Gin swallowed, but didn't retreat: "Marine, you want to go against the King of the East Blue..."
"Hmm?" Dillon narrowed his eyes, and a gust of wind spread out from around Dillon's body. The surrounding pirates suddenly felt a strong impact, followed by a dizziness.
Then they all lost consciousness.
Hundreds of crew members fell to the ground like grass blown by a strong wind.
Only "Admiral" Krieg and "Demon" Gin were still barely able to stay conscious on the deck, but they were already covered in sweat.
"Hey hey, what is this?" Krieg wore golden armor, barely standing up straight.
"Don't underestimate us! Marine! I am..."
A blood line flew by, and two heads flew high into the air.
"What King are you?"
After jumping to the top of the mast and inserting Krieg's head at the top, Dillon returned to the merchant ship.
"Let's go, they won't be coming."
"You..."
Just as the first mate on the merchant ship was about to speak, the lookout on the mast's pupils shrank: "It's, it's Krieg's head, he's dead, he's dead!"
Hearing the lookout's words, the first mate looked in shock at the somewhat indifferent young man in front of him.
He had indeed disappeared just now, but how long had it been? The Krieg Pirates were already...
"Set sail! Set sail!"
The sails slowly rose. Looking at the Dreadnaught Sabre getting further and further away in his sight, Dillon gripped the hilt of Shura with his right hand.
"King of the East Blue?"
A scarlet light flew from the stern of the ship, directly splitting the Dreadnaught Sabre in two from bow to stern.
"The East Blue doesn't need such a thing."
Those crew members who had been stunned slid off the tilted deck and out of the cabin into the sea like dumplings. At the top of the mast, Krieg's head still looked into the distance with an angry and terrified expression.
...
Loguetown.
Dillon walked leisurely on the stone road. Past here was Reverse Mountain.
Of course, he didn't plan to go through Reverse Mountain. Marine-exclusive warships could cross the Calm Belt.
He had only come here to look back at the past.
"Hey!"
A familiar voice rang from behind Dillon.
"Red-Haired" Shanks stood alone on the spot, carrying a bottle of wine in his hand.
"What a coincidence, to meet you here again. Are you going to the Grand Line?"
Shanks looked at the upright Dillon. This young Marine put a lot of pressure on him. Although the two hadn't fought, Shanks felt an unprecedented aura on him.
It was different from the feeling given to him by all Marines.
It was completely different from Garp's fortitude or Zephyr's decisiveness.
Even the newly emerging Kizaru, Aokiji, and Akainu within the Marines had essential differences in aura from this seemingly indifferent man.
He was more like an abyss, deep, steady, but no one knew what was hidden beneath the abyss.
"It's a coincidence. Are you here to reminisce? You were crying a lot here back then."
Dillon glanced at Shanks. He couldn't say he hated this man, but he didn't really like him either.
But now was not a good time to fight him.
"Back then?"
Shanks was stunned for a moment, recalling that day more than ten years ago, and his expression instantly fell.
"Ah, that's right. So you were here back then too? Judging by your age, you should have been only ten years old back then. Back then..."
Shanks raised his head: "Have you ever thought about going to sea?"
"Going to sea?"
Dillon pressed down on the hilt of Shura and gave Shanks a meaningful look: "To be a pirate?"
Hearing Dillon's unfriendly tone, Shanks smiled and said, "Being a pirate is also..."
"A thief is a thief!" Dillon interrupted Shanks coldly: "Whether it's a mountain bandit, a pirate, or a thief. A thief is a thief! A person who blindly pursues personal 'freedom' and robs the weak, no matter what kind of dream he has, cannot change the fact that he is a 'thief'!"
"Don't talk to me about dreams, freedom, or companions. Your 'freedom'..." The air around Dillon began to distort:
"Is built on the suffering of the weak!"
Visible black lightning bolts surged out from around Dillon.
"You!"
Shanks' pupils shrank. The same black lightning bolts emerged from his body. Under the collision of the two auras, the dark clouds in the sky swirled.
When the two men's auras dissipated, some small cracks appeared on the surrounding walls.
"This is a town, and I don't plan to fight you for now, but 'Red-Haired'..." Dillon looked sharply at Shanks.
"Don't cross the line, otherwise, not only will there be no ship for you in the new era, but I will personally extinguish your 'dream'."
After Dillon left, Benn Beckman and the others came over from the street.
Lucky Roux's meat leg, which he held all year round, was gone, and Yasopp was holding his long gun tightly.
"What a terrible guy..."
Yasopp glanced at the corner: "Possessing 'Conqueror's Haki' and cultivating 'Haoshoku Haki' to such a degree... a Marine?"