the general from the Warring States period left Battia Island, the two of them couldn't say how they felt. They even felt ashamed to face Darren, and almost every day they would avoid him.At this tim..."Let you experience... despair."

As soon as the naval captain uttered those words, a wave of fear and oppression swept over everyone present, sending shivers down their spines.

A smooth, metallic sphere constantly circled around Darren's body, reflecting the expressions of naval shock in the sunlight.

"What kind of ability is that…"

"Can you control metal"

"The Devil Fruit of the Superman..."

“...”

The sailors' faces grew dark and uncertain, their expressions grim with apprehension.

Although they knew Darren's target wasn't them, for some reason, a creepy feeling washed over them when they saw that eerie, spinning, suspended metal orb.

In the distance, Ze Fa's eyes under the ink-colored sunglasses narrowed involuntarily, his muscles tensing.

He learned about Darren's Devil Fruit ability from the war report he received from the Warring States period.

If it's that move... I'm afraid I'll have to pull myself together.

...Then...

Darren looked at the blazing mountain, its hands gripping knives dozens of meters away. His eyes were as calm as a still well, and he said softly:

"Come to me, Fireburn Commandant."

Huo Sha Shan gritted his teeth, the wide mantle of justice behind him billowed, and with both feet slamming into the ground, his figure shot towards Darren like a white arrow leaving its string.

Darin's pressure was almost suffocating him... Fires Mountain knew if he didn't launch a counterattack soon, there would be no other chance!

Even if Darren didn't make a move, the inner hesitation and even that sliver of fear would be enough to consume his own courage!

Just as he was running out of the burning mountain, the yellow sand billowing across the schoolyard suddenly ripped apart. A roaring wind, like a whirlwind, swept in menacingly.

Wow, that's fast!

Huoshaoshan's pupils shrank, and every pore on his body exploded in an instant.

His body's instinct and inner sense of danger drove him to strike forcefully forward with his blade!

Clang!!

The military knife seemed to collide with something hard flying at high speed, bursting into a wave of explosive ripples.

The fire burned like a heavy blow, and his figure flew backward like a kite with its string cut.

His military uniform sleeves were instantly torn apart by the air blast, exploding into countless fragments.

The surrounding sailors all exclaimed in surprise.

They didn't see what happened at all, just a flash before their eyes. The charging fire brigade was sent flying by something unseen.

Struggling in mid-air, he managed to adjust his position. The figure of Burning Mountain stumbled as it landed and slid backwards, its worn army boots carving two long furrows into the ground.

His chest rose and fell rapidly, producing a raspy, wheezing sound like an old bellows. His eyes were bloodshot, filled with the strain of exertion, as he knelt on one knee.

Tick tock...

A drop of glaring blood trickled from his hand gripping the knife.

Everyone could clearly see that the fire-burner's hand had open wounds at the tiger's mouth.

One strike, devastating!

They slowly shifted their gaze.

A long trench, about one meter wide, stretched from the front of the burning mountain all the way to London's feet, spanning nearly the entire schoolyard. It was a chilling sight.

And at this moment, a metallic sphere with a surface as smooth as a mirror slowly flew back to Darren from mid-air, rotating alternately with the other two spheres.

The sailors, as if they had realized something, drew a collective gasp.

The depressions on the ground... are actually caused by the air pressure produced by the flight of metallic spheres!

How fast was that metallic sphere flying to create such an exaggerated effect!

"Shall we continue Next time, you might not be so lucky."

Darren watched the flames licking at the mountainside with an emotionless expression, then asked.

He stood there on the vast schoolyard, his bare upper body outlined in sharp muscle definition by the scorching sun, a godlike masterpiece sculpted by the hand of nature.

A silver sphere, about the size of a half fist, floated beside him like three silent specters, reflecting an eerie cold light that instilled a chilling awe.

The power of a single ball is terrifying, perhaps even surpassing that of battleship cannons.

What if all three are fired at once!

And adding to that was the marine lieutenant, his body covered in grotesque wounds like a tapestry of scars. His eyes were deep black pits, and his entire being reeked of blood and war...

From afar,

This man from the North Sea is practically a demon who walked out of hell.

Splendor, coldness, solemnity, majesty.

Huǒshāo Shān knelt on one knee, his military uniform ragged and stained with dirt and dust. His face was smeared with grime, looking utterly dishevelled and impoverished. Blood trickled from his palm, and his entire right arm trembled uncontrollably after the recent impact.

The stark contrast between the two was like that of a revered god and a destitute beggar...

Huoshao Shan, looking at the naval rear admiral's calm eyes, suddenly took a deep drag of his cigarette.

He tore off his tattered military uniform, throwing it to the ground and revealing a similarly scarred and muscular physique.

He tore a piece of cloth from his tattered uniform and wrapped it around his wrist, where he held the knife. Then, with his teeth, he bit down on the knot and pulled tight.

He braced himself and stood up again.

With a cigar in his teeth, he grinned.

Their eyes were like raging flames.

Of course.

Darren fell silent again.

"Good."

He raised his hand again.

BOOM!!

A silver sphere, under the influence of a tumultuous magnetic field, shot out at an appalling speed, its hurricane-like energy wave instantly engulfing his form.

Here it is!!

Huǒshāo Shān's bloodshot eyes contracted sharply. The suffocating pressure, like a tsunami, almost swallowed his last shred of courage.

He strained his eyes, trying to follow the ball's trajectory.

...not ...too fast...

For a fleeting moment,

Just as a glimmer of metal flashed before his eyes, he swung his sword again, relying on the instincts honed by countless hours of training and hardship.

!!

A deafening, sharp blast ripped through the air in front of me.

Track... deviated!

Huoshaoshan only felt a piercing pain in his eardrums as the metal sphere brushed past his shoulder, exploding into a spray of blood.

The metal sphere, veering off course, instantly plunged into a series of heavy training artillery emplacements, smashing through each one in turn. The artillery pieces then exploded with tremendous force and fire, collapsing in ruin.

The magnificent dust spread out, the firelight flickering.

This scene made the spectators gasp in shock, and they secretly worried for Huoshaoshan.

Even if it were a warship, not just human flesh, it would be instantly pierced and sunk if hit by that thing!

The wind howled, and yellow sand swirled.

A searing pain shot from my right shoulder, an inferno that consumed me without mercy. I sprang up abruptly, abandoning the spot where I stood.

If you just stand there and do nothing, you'll only become Darren's target.

He could barely block once, twice, but three times, four times, five times, six times

Only offense gives us a glimmer of hope!

Regardless of what happens,

Even in defeat,

He also has to get in front of Ron!!

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As for all things, I am grateful.wing, the Navy rear admiral bent over sharply, his entire body seemingly breaking in the middle. He crumpled like a broken doll and fell downward."Roger, you bastard!"Karp finally arrived, his fist wr...