heir support.Darren earned the recognition of those two. … That alone proved his ability and skill.Speaking up to this point, the Warring States' tone became heavy with earnest advice, like an elder i...As Darren charged forward, taking large strides, the ground beneath his feet shuddered violently, exploding into a crater as if struck by an invisible giant hammer. Dirt and debris flew everywhere.

Under the eruption of this superhuman power, Darren became a bullet fired from a cannon, carrying a furious hurricane, and killed in the blink of an eye.

In an instant, Vince Smoker felt a suffocating pressure bear down on him. A bone-chilling cold ran down his spine, as if he were being watched by a monstrous sea creature.

The Navy Colonel exuded a palpable aura of killing intent, like a demon born from mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Even the sea breeze that brushed past seemed to carry the metallic tang of iron and blood!

"Kill!! Drink him up for me!!"

Images of the brutal methods used by the Marines to suppress pirates flashed through his mind. Smoker's eyes were bloodshot as he roared in anger.

As soon as the words left his mouth, dozens of clone soldiers surrounding him immediately drew their weapons and charged towards Darren.

Two gleaming long swords slashed down, Darren grinned, his figure shifting slightly.

The sharp blade grazed his body.

In that instant of missing each other,

The naval officer's hands, like iron-forged lances, turned into blades and plunged with ruthless speed into the throats of the two clone soldiers.

Tut!

The blood, crimson and vivid, spurted out. The clone soldier's pupils dimmed rapidly.

There was no pause at all,

After easily resolving the situation in front of them, Darren's figure once again dashed out like a tiger released from its cage.

With a physique that could rival "iron", he boldly charged into the ranks of the clone soldiers, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, unstoppable.

From afar,

A sea of clone troopers surrounded the naval officer, and from the center of the encirclement came the sounds of tearing flesh and breaking bones.

Clones fell in a tide, their warm bodies littering the ground with splashes of blood as they were ripped from the throng.

In less than ten seconds, the ground was already stained red with blood, and body parts were scattered everywhere.

On the warship, both Gen'yo and Katsu were shaken to their core as they watched this scene from afar, their faces pale with horror.

At this moment, Darren seems to have transformed into a highly efficient and precise killing machine.

Everywhere he went, those clones with physiques multiple times stronger than ordinary people were unable to withstand his monstrous physique and ferocious close-combat skills for even a second. They died the instant they touched him.

...Darren's every limb became a deadly weapon, reaping lives with the terrifying speed of a whirlwind.

Bullets, steel knives, battle axes, longswords... all sorts of weapons slashed against him, but they seemed to strike iron, sparks flying and leaving only shallow red marks.

The blood-soaked naval colonel laughed boisterously, the pristine white mantle of justice behind him now stained crimson.

That fellow... is enjoying the pleasure of carnage.

Gion's eyes were fixed on the naval colonel, whose face was stretched in a wild grin. Her mind involuntarily flashed back to yesterday's scene on the parade ground.

Faced with his own "iron-chopping" swordsmanship, Darren chose to take it head-on.

Now it seems, he wasn't boasting about his physical defense at all. He was actually enjoying the feeling of living on the edge of life and death, indulging in the thrill of battle!!

"This… is truly a madman!"

Gion bit her lip, unable to help but curse under her breath.

The man next to her glanced at Gion, seeing her staring blankly at Darren's retreating figure.

Suddenly, as if realizing something, he turned his head and shouted urgently at the flying squirrel:

"Hurry!! We have to go up too!!!"

"I'm going to beat the crap out of Vincent Smoker!!"

The flying squirrel was taken aback, a bit confused. Why had this lazy pig suddenly become so enthusiastic He blurted out,

"Are you sure Colonel Darren doesn't like us interfering in his battles."

He's enjoying himself right now... And according to our intel, Germa 66's commander, Vinsmoke Judge, is very powerful. He developed some high-tech weapons—

Before he could finish his words, the collar of his military uniform was grabbed.

The latter's face flushed red, and he snarled:

"Damn you, flying squirrel!! Do you think I'm nobody!"

"I am a genius of this branch, and that's a fact!!"

"Just a measly Germa 66, how could he possibly be my opponent!"

He loosened his grip, suddenly turned around, his small eyes darted about, catching a glimpse of the Gion district in his peripheral vision, then he fixed his gaze resolutely on the direction of Germa 66, his voice adopting a feigned low tone as he chuckled lightly:

"This feeling of excitement and adrenaline, it's been a while..."

"I never expected that even in the humble North Sea, someone would dare to put such pressure on a genius like me."

Looking at Jia Ji's "dashing" figure, the flying squirrel twitched the corner of its mouth.

He waved his hand helplessly, making a military gesture.

The naval forces immediately sprang into action, their warships engines roaring at full power as they surged towards the Germa Kingdom's fleet.

...and the other side.

Clank!!

A crisp sound arose, like metal clashing.

The steel blade slashed down onto Darren's chest with a resounding clang, sparks flying as it shattered against bone.

The clone soldiers before him looked at the broken sword in their hands, a flicker of surprise in their eyes.

Although they were deprived of the sense of pain by Vincent Smoker, Garci, they are fearless in the face of death and will not betray. However, their basic emotions still exist.

They couldn't fathom why the man before them was harder than any weapon they had forged from steel.

And it's very obvious that compared to the beginning, this navy man's physical defense... has become stronger!

"Almost done... As expected, actual combat is the best way to improve one's skills."

Darren suddenly smiled.

In his "Insight" talent perception, after the just-concluded round of fighting, his physique and strength had both been significantly enhanced. Especially his physique, which had already broken through the 60-point threshold!

"It's time to get down to business."

After physique was raised to 60 points, facing the attacks of clone soldiers, there was no obvious improvement.

And these creatures have been stripped of their fear, tirelessly and unafraid of death, continuing to fight them is just a waste of time.

Thinking this, Darren licked his somewhat chapped lips.

A sharp whistle came from behind.

Several clone troopers leaped into the air, their steel blades aimed at Darren's neck.

Next second.

But to their astonishment, they found that the long swords they had swung stopped abruptly, a hand's breadth away from Darren's back.

Buzz buzz buzz buzz…

Suffocating silence enveloped the surroundings.

The longsword suspended in midair trembled constantly, humming with a low buzz.

Then,

No one saw the naval colonel make any move.

Suddenly, the ground beneath their feet shifted!

Bars of steel, like black pythons, surged from the ground, intertwining and coiling like living creatures. They formed a dense net of black, engulfing the replicated soldiers.

They didn't even have time to react before their bodies were completely bound by the crisscrossing steel bars, then ripped apart alive.

Steel bars imprisoned their bodies, driven deep into the crumbling ground, tightening with each passing moment.

In Vincent Smoak's horrified, near-frozen gaze,

Darren's location was at the center, surrounded by hundreds of clone soldiers within a radius of one hundred meters.

It has already been bound by the steel beams that have sprouted from the ground, constantly tightening.

Fresh blood gushed out, rusted steel bars tore through their skin and flesh.

But within a few seconds,

The crimson blood flowed freely across the ground, their bodies pierced and contorted by twisted steel bars. Some were strangled, others had their organs ripped out, spilling everywhere.

The entire battlefield fell silent.

The Commander of the Beihai Naval Forces stood amidst a crimson expanse of corpses.

Countless steel bars danced around like black snakes.

Like a demon emerging from hell.

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