Kaido: My son has the talent to be the Pirate King

"The time is about the same.

Yang Jian glanced at the pocket watch in his hand, and then slowly turned his gaze to Don Quixote Doflamingo:

"It's your turn, Joker." The

moment his words fell.

Three cold, murderous gazes were fixed on this Seven Martial Sea at the same time.

The mace that haunts the overlord-colored black thunder.

A katana entwined in flames.

and two Shotl knives that haunt the black light of the armament.

At the same time, it locked on Don Quixote Doflamingo's neck, face, and heart.

Whether it is Don Quixote Doflamingo himself, or the Don Quixote cadres who are nervously waiting at the door and can only look at him, no one doubts that as long as the next answer is not as Yang Jian wants, the fact that the Seven Martial Seas will inevitably be reduced.

Da

, with the second hand of the pocket watch in Yang Qian's hand, continued to move forward.

The air gradually became heavier.

The atmosphere is also starting to become oppressive.

When the cold and murderous aura that continued to erupt from Yamato, Ember, and Jack was about to fill the entire hall, a slightly unruly laugh slowly sounded.

"Bang Bang Bang!" "

I didn't expect Yang Tianjun to value me, a Tianlong man who had never met before and had broken his wings.

"But in this era of pirates, not only the king chooses the minister, but the minister also chooses the king.

Don Quixote Doflamingo stiffened himself to his feet, holding back the pain in his right leg impaled by the embers.

Seeing this scene, Ember's eyes flashed coldly, and just when he wanted to start piercing Don Quixote Doflamingo's other leg, Yang Qian, who was sitting on a chair in the center of the hall, waved his hand.

When Ember saw it, he immediately pulled out the long knife nailed to Don Quixote Doflamingo's leg.

The blade of the sword sneered

out of the flesh, and a scarlet blood arrow erupted.

But Don Quixote Doflamingo didn't even snort, just shook his body slightly in place, and then the whole person stood up straight in front of Yang Qian.

A kind of Natyasha that belongs only to him, and the majesty of the king is naturally revealed.

Even if he was in danger, he would not be able to walk out of the hall alive with just one thought from Yang Qian, but it would not affect his bearing at all.

"He who can define good and evil . . . There are only winners.

"What can be defined as righteous ... There are also only winners. "

Something that will convince me... Again, there are only winners. "

Zhenjun, you want me to obey you... Then use your strength to convince me!" Don

Quixote Doflamingo met Yang Qian's gaze for the first time, and his unruly posture of belonging to the Heavenly Dragon People, the Seven Martial Seas, and the Dark Emperor was vividly displayed.

"You want to challenge me?" Yang

Jian looked at Don Quixote Doflamingo, his eyes like an overlord sitting on the throne of the sky looking down on all living beings.

"Why not?"

"Since the Civil War of the Five Emperors, there has been one more voice in this sea... More and more people think that the name of the head of the Five Emperors and the strongest man in the world is you, not Whitebeard.

"Being the first to verify authenticity, and being able to measure the gap between the best in the world... This is my honor for Don Quixote Doflamingo.

Don Quixote Doflamingo said as he bowed down and stretched out his hand to Yang Qian.

"Please!"

A sharp whistling that pierced the air and broke through the sound barrier suddenly rang out.

At some point, a silk thread that was hard to see with the naked eye had been wrapped around the armed color domineering and shot out of Don Quixote Doflamingo's index finger.

In the blink of an eye, this silk thread already carried terrifying penetrating power, shooting like a bullet to the center of Yang Qian's eyebrows.

Facing

the sudden silk thread, Yang Jian didn't even move his eyelids.

He sat upright in his chair, not even thinking of it, just raised two fingers, and then caught the thread under the slight change of color of Don Quixote Doflamingo.

"Wait.

Just as Don Quixote Doflamingo calmed down his surprise and was about to continue his move, Yang Jian stopped him.

Then he shook himself from his seat under his suspicious, shocked, and puzzled gaze.

An immortal bird surrounded by green flames appeared in front of him.

Instantly, the resurrected Qingyan landed on the wound on his leg that had just been pierced by the ember's knife.

The hiss

continued to burn with the resurrected blue flames, and the wounds were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, but Don Quixote Doflamingo's face was constantly changing.

"Greatness, Great!" Don

Quixote Doflamingo slowly raised a thumbs up on his right hand.

As an unscrupulous king.

He didn't feel despised or insulted because Yang Jian healed his leg injury.

"It's just seven martial seas, it's not worth it at all.

Yang Jian reverted back to his human form, holding his chin with one hand, as if he was pondering something.

"That's it, Joker.

"As long as you can get me out of this chair, then everything will be okay today.

"As the host, I personally escorted you on the ship and left Oni Island.

After a moment, he spoke slowly.

"Zhenjun, you're not kidding?" Don

Quixote Doflamingo's face was cloudy.

The heart is sometimes shocked and angry, and sometimes overjoyed.

What a huge gain for the new emperor to send him away.

If he can really do it, this one thing alone is enough to make his fame and status rank first among the Seven Martial Seas.