I, Sakazuki, Will Not Take a Dog Easily

That kind of weird senses made Sakazuki suspect that the white beard no longer belonged to the same species as them.

No normal person can survive when the heart cannot supply blood, the lungs cannot breathe, and all the other organs are scorched.

If you really want to calculate it, the only organs and tissues that Baibeard still keeps active in the physiological sense should be the brain.

That is to say————

The will is still driving this body.

To describe Edward Newgate at this time as an inhuman thing, there is some truth.

This close witness to "monster awakening and birth" makes people feel physically creepy.

At this moment, it seemed that any outside sound had been blocked, and the noisy and chaotic battlefield disappeared without a trace in the ears of Sakazuki.

There was a clear and recognizable thumping sound from the heart beating sharply in his chest, and the blood accelerated in the blood vessels everywhere, like silver amalgam, as blood-colored horses shuttled through the limbs and corpses.

With the influx of adrenaline, the pupils of Sakazuki contracted unconsciously, and the world reflected in those eyes seemed to stagnate.

The huge battlefield became more and more blurred, and only this sturdy figure with a sharper outline in front of him was left in his pupils.

The time outside was slowly flowing in the eyes of Sakazuki, and the fist that was thrown from the oblique side was zooming in his field of vision.

The outside world took only half a second, and the feeling of falling in Sakazuki was as long as a few minutes.

Sakazuki with both feet on the white beard's chest directly pushes on the bottom plate and pushes the body away from the white beard's attack range with reaction force.

It can be seen that under Wen Se's domineering, his body's reaction is much slower than that of the arm swing.

Can't hide!

Absolutely... absolutely can't hide!

Even though the internal pressure of the body provides a huge amount of thrust for the rock berry real ability, it is still an inch short of trying to get out of the attack range before the white beard who is struggling to explode.

Just an inch, but it looks like a moat.

Too close distance created the Sakazuki to kill the white beard, as everyone knows, and vice versa.

Seeing the hopelessness of fleeing, the military martial artist who is known for his fierce killings suddenly became fierce.

People who cherish their lives on the battlefield often end up badly, and when his Sakazuki was the kind of person who was greedy for life and afraid of death?

In this battle on top, he certainly wore many titles and identities: admiral of the navy, battlefield commander... but the most important and most fundamental-he was a soldier, which was no different from other marines.

The two great pirates, the white beard and the golden lion, have fallen one after another, which is of great significance to the navy.

They not only represent the pinnacle of this group of pirates, but also the living history of the era of pirates, running through and witnessing the rise and fall of pirate activities.

As a symbol of the end of a sinful age, no matter what the heavy price paid in this war, Sakazuki is bound to make justice and order manifest on the sea.

For Sakazuki, this war is more than just fighting to destroy the four emperors.

At the moment when White Beard was dying and violent, he had been elevated to a contest of will between him and Edward Newgate.

Hidden under Edward Newgate's powerful tricolor domineering, the strongest superhuman fruit, and extraordinary physique, his indestructible spirit is the root of the white beard, the world's strongest man.

In the past one-on-one battle against Charlotte Lingling, Sakazuki already understood Karp's words.

[Heart] is not limited to beating the heart and pushing blood to all parts of the body, but is based on the body.

That is the core embodiment of the word "heart"-the spirit that cannot be obliterated and cannot be destroyed by external forces.

What you see and hear on the battlefield today, whether it is a golden lion or a white beard, their astonishing fighting will, but Sakazuki feels that it has benefited a lot.

Perhaps he still has an ambition that he has never used before, but since he is a soldier, he should be awakened from the moment he set foot on the battlefield, even if he is killed on the battlefield and shrouded in horse leather.

The brain instinctively tried to make the body make the potential response of evasive actions, but he was forced to press down on this doomed and futile move with reason.

When he raised his arm, he planned to add a ghost dog to Baibeard's head, to completely defeat this known as the strongest man in the world.

Both physically and mentally.

Suddenly, he could notice that his body suddenly lightened. Since Fujitora can manipulate the gravity waves to lift the sky full of rocks and islands to the sky, it is of course no problem to put Sakazuki in a weightless state.

Immediately after that, a wave of cold air that was still wrapped around White Beard rolled towards him, combined with the reversal force of the two feet that broke out in Sakazuki and the state of complete weightlessness, the three forces instantly converged in the same direction, making His Excellency the General, who was ready to continue to fight with the white beard, was knocked far away by the thrust.

A shadow of a fist rubbed the tip of the nose of Sakazuki, and the strong wind brought him almost unable to open his eyes, and the skin on his cheeks faintly hurt as the fists passed.

The shock wave hitting Sakazuki passed by the shock wave, which directly engulfed a large hole less than three meters from the surface.

The edges of the pits are as smooth as a mirror, and they seem to have been carefully polished. Inside the hemispherical pits, the soil is fine and compact, which is very different from the soft soil around it, as if it has been crushed by a huge force.

Sakazuki landed steadily beside Kuzan. He glanced at the small pothole on the ground with lingering fear, and secretly estimated the cost of insisting on it.

It's impossible to kill with a single blow, but it is almost inevitable that he will be seriously injured.

Kuzan, who was also in shock, turned his head to look at the reckless man, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his hands.

The two looked at each other, and suddenly complained in unison:

"What are you doing? You are dying!?"

"What are you doing? I'm about to completely kill White Beard just now!"

Hearing the sound, Kuzan couldn't help but get angry. He backhand pointed at the white beard who attacked them again: "Flee from that distance! Why are you fighting back?!"

[Do you think I didn't want to at first? 】To the point of my lips, the face-saving Sakazuki praised Ku with a righteous chin: "I don't want to run away!"

A flash of light inserted into the gap between the two of them, cutting off the conversation.

"Hey hey hey! Since you have the strength to fight, why not think about how to fight the monster?" Polusalino looked at his side with a little headache.

These two little brothers are fighting each other so hard that they don't accept each other. It can be seen that the other party is in trouble, but the body is very honest and decisive to take rescue actions.

The state of the white beard at this time is very daunting.

The strength and reaction speed did not decrease but increased. The devil who seemed to choose someone to devour was entrenched in him, squeezing and absorbing the last vitality of this body.

"Sakazuki, answer me, when will people die?" Baibeard stared at the figure gradually away from his close attack range: "Is it when the blood dries? Or the moment when the heart stops beating." Or are the organs destroyed or the bones broken?"

Quietly listening to Baibeard's question, Sakazuki opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but finally pressed his lips tightly, waiting for the conclusion that the other party seemed to ask and answer the question.

"Someone told me that when I was forgotten, no one remembers your name, your actions, or even everything about you." With difficulty closing his lips and teeth, Edward Newgate sighed softly: "But I But I only feel that if people are killed, they will die. It's as simple as that.

I know very well what my death means. I am a remnant of the old age. In the new world, there is no ship I can ride.

The Black Sail Alliance will face demise, and the naval headquarters will have an unprecedented expansion.