ues of "Superman" Six Styles....but pure speed and power bursts!The 321st naval detachment watching from the schoolyard all drew in a sharp breath at once, feeling a sudden blur before their eyes. Inc...Damn it! I didn't get fooled!!

Ka Pu gritted his teeth angrily and snorted.

Ever since the Rocks Pirates era ended, he's been chasing Roger across the sea.

From the East Blue to the Grand Line, and from the Grand Line to the New World.

Although they had several times driven Roger to the brink of defeat on land, Hatake and Sengoku's battle plans were ultimately foiled by Rayleigh's interference.

Unlike Roger, who would get bloodthirsty once a fight started, Rayleigh could always keep his cool and analyze the battlefield rationally, pulling Roger back from the "wrong path" in time.

It has to be admitted that, in a way, Morgans Rayleigh, Roger's first mate, is harder to deal with than Roger himself.

Thus thinking, Ka Pu shook his head, unable to help but sigh, and reached out to grab the life line thrown from the deck of the warship, rescuing himself from the sea.

Other marines who had jumped ship before the Oro Jackson took flight at Kapu's command also rushed to board the lifeboats.

"What about Darren How is he doing!"

Before even stepping onto the deck, Kapo hastily asked, his steps unconsciously quickening.

This time, I almost left the Roger Pirates behind. Darren kid really did a great job.

Such potential, talent, and achievements - Kapu certainly doesn't want anything to happen to him.

He quickly stopped his feet and froze there.

Teeth clenched tightly, fists unconsciously balled up.

The warship became unusually quiet.

Everyone fell silent.

The sea roars ceaselessly, and icy, misty rain falls from the inky sky.

Rain beat against the sails, the shattered remains of the ship, and onto the pale and grief-stricken faces of the sailors, making them appear like lifeless sculptures.

Captain Kapo lay on the deck, a bloody mess. The navy commander's uniform was torn to shreds, leaving him exposed and vulnerable.

A gruesome wound ran from the left side of his neck to his right abdomen, nearly cutting him in half, a bloody mess.

Flesh and bone peeked through, and one could even dimly see the beating of organs behind the ribs.

His right arm was also ripped and bleeding, with large chunks of flesh missing, blood gushing out.

The naval rear admiral's face was ashen, his eyes tightly shut.

His breath was feeble to the extreme, like a flickering candle about to go out.

Kaji and Gion knelt on one knee beside him, both with slightly red eyes.

A gentle breeze stirred, and Doflamingo's figure staggered into view from the wind, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. His physical condition was clearly also quite poor.

"Doctor, how is he doing"

Drog's voice was low and cold, laced with a barely contained fury.

The attending army medic, who had already rushed over, looked anxiously at Darren as he administered first aid. Beads of sweat trickled down his face as he struggled to press against Darren's bleeding artery with both hands, his voice strained:

Darren's wounds had gone deeper than just the surface. His internal organs were damaged, and his aorta was ruptured, causing massive bleeding. Compared to that, the cuts on his arm were insignificant.

"But with such a volume of bleeding, if it can't be stopped..."

The doctor didn't say any more.

But the sadness in his voice was enough for everyone to understand his meaning.

"No, you must bring him back to life for me!! Otherwise, I'll have you taste my iron fist!!"

Karp's eyes were bloodshot, and he grabbed the doctor's collar with a vice-like grip, snarling.

"Kapitan Lieutenant!!"

"Old man!"

He sighed and bowed slightly to the doctor, saying earnestly:

"Doctor, are there any other ways"

Please do your best to save him, I beg you!

Looking at Dorag's earnest attitude and eyes, the doctor was stunned, pondering for a moment before frowning.

"For now, there's no cure... This kind of fatal wound is something that a normal human couldn't possibly withstand."

"Let's start with a blood transfusion first. It might give us some time to suture the wound and stop the bleeding. Does anyone here have type S blood"

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at each other in silence.

S blood type is quite rare in this sea.

"I'll do it."

A cold voice suddenly rang out.

Everyone was stunned and turned their heads to the source of the voice. It was plainly Gion.

"I'm an S type, please take care of me, doctor."

She rolled up the sleeve of her military uniform, revealing her fair arms.

Blood, a deep crimson red, flowed slowly from the veins of a snowy white arm, through plastic tubing, and finally into the bloodstream of the naval captain.

Darren and Gion lay on the shattered, littered deck, one unconscious, the other staring complexly at the raindrops falling from the sky.

"Still no luck… I’m so sorry…"

The doctor stopped sewing, shook his head, his plastic gloves already stained red with blood.

At the sound of this, Kapu and Dorag and the rest of the Marines' eyes darkened at once, looking down, gritting their teeth.

"Darren Jun's injuries are too severe, even if sutured, I fear it would be impossible...Wait"

The doctor's eyes suddenly widened, his face pale with shock. His voice trembled as he said:

"A wound that could be fatal... it, it actually... stopped bleeding!"

"Just a fatal wound."

A weak, raspy voice rose slowly with a smile.

The sailors, who had already lost hope, stared in astonishment as the Rear Admiral slowly opened his heavy eyelids and gave them a weak smile.

Gion also looked at Darren beside her in astonishment.

"Gion Shōkaku, looking at your shocked expression, it seems you truly wish I were dead…"

Darren's voice was listless, but he still quipped with his usual nonchalance:

"But now our bodies share the same blood, making our relationship even closer."

"By the way... when you saved me just now..."

He blinked.

"It's very soft."

A barely perceptible blush crossed Gion's usually aloof face. She let out a cold snort and turned her head away, blushing with anger.

"Sure enough, scum and trash have big luck!"

Dorag rubbed his forehead, "Darren...your body..."

Darren shook his head gently, indicating he was fine.

He turned his head with difficulty, gazing out at the distant ocean.

That is the direction in which Roger's Pirates disappeared.

"It's a shame, Captain Smoker."

He murmured.

Karp fell silent for a long time after hearing this, and then slowly said:

"Darren boy, thanks to you... This old man's first time cornering that Roger fellow out on the vast ocean."

"...but I didn't expect his pirate ship to be equipped with such high-speed propulsion."

It's okay.

Darren smiled.

Next time, he won't be able to run away.

The naval rear admiral was soaked to the bone.

Overwhelming pain and exhaustion came crashing down on him, like mountains collapsing into the sea, almost sending him back into unconsciousness.

Yet he remained lying there still and calm, allowing the rain to trickle down his cheeks.

Then,

Slowly and tremblingly, he raised his hand little by little.

The wind howled fiercely, and the waves churned.

Torrential rain poured down, shrouding the world in darkness.

Growing torrents of rain lashed the scarred hands, revealing faintly white knuckles beneath.

Rip!

The pale lightning briefly dispelled the darkness, illuminating the world.

The naval officers on deck, including Kapu and Doflamingo, widened their eyes in astonishment, as if they had witnessed something terrifying.

A bold, brazen, arrogant smile was rising from the corner of the naval captain's mouth.

"I'm still alive."

He muttered.

A bloody hand clenched tightly!

"Hahahahahahaha!!! After fighting Gol D. Roger, I... am still alive!!!"

The hull was violently buffeted by the waves.

The world is experiencing heavy rainfall.

In the flickering lightning, shattered seagull flags soared and danced wildly.

The Navy rear admiral, who had survived a major disaster, was ...

Burst into laughter!

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