I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

Chapter 148 You are a complete outsider

"What a bunch of unreliable sea trash."

Warring States exhaled a ball of hot air from his nose, and the momentum spread out from his whole body, making the wooden platform creak.

After straightening his sleeves, he was ready to take action personally. Wang Zha hadn't finished yet. It was probably too early to talk about victory or defeat.

On the ice, Bista held the Western sword tightly, his eyes were red, and with a whoosh, he rushed out again.

He was not a newbie on his first day at sea. He was well versed in the art of fighting while you were sick and could kill you. He didn't even want to give the Sith a chance to breathe. He just wanted to kill the Sith while they were in trouble.

He raised the long sword in his hand and set off a huge sword light.

He is a dual-sword swordsman. Unlike those who usually only use one hand to wield a sword, he can still exert great fighting power even if he loses one hand.

His eyes were red, as if he were crazy, and his heart was a little confused.

As a top swordsman who has been in the game for more than 30 years and nearly 40 years, it is not that Bista has never experienced failure. On the contrary, he has followed Whitebeard to fight in the north and south since he was a child, and has escaped from death several times.

But after all, he is no longer the little pirate with no strength and no status. He is now the captain of the fifth division of the Whitebeard Pirates, Foil Bista. What he represents is not just his face. .

His successes, his failures, everything about him was labeled as the Whitebeard Pirates.

For a proud and arrogant person like Crocodile, living in the shadow of another person is indeed difficult, but he is not satisfied with his current life situation.

He has nothing to be dissatisfied with as a father who can protect him from wind and rain, a brother who can fight with him and share joy with him.

He really wanted to live like this forever.

So he can't lose, or the Whitebeard Pirates can't lose. Once they fail, the daily routine they indulged in in the past will disappear.

He has to win, he has to win.

Bista took a deep breath and held the knife in his hand more firmly.

There was a thick black fog in front of him, and he plunged into it. He could feel that the Sith were inside.

With his body moving quickly, Bista cut through the fog with his knife.

He was very confident in his sword. Sith was definitely seriously injured now and he could win.

Hiss~clang!

Metal clashed, it was his knife.

In front of him, a black shadow seemed to be "washed" out by the sword light, appeared out of thin air, and then quickly retreated.

The skin on his body was dry and blood was gushing from his abdomen. He recognized it as a Sith.

Licking his lips, Bista's eyes were stained with blood just like the Sith's coat.

dignity? honor? Hatred? Success or failure is at hand.

He increased his speed again, and the strong wind that hit him hurt his face even more. It was like a knife cutting him. No matter how resolute he looked, he was still a seriously injured patient after all.

"You're done, Wilson Sith. The winner of this battle is, after all, my captain of the fifth division of the Whitebeard Pirates, Bista!"

He once again emphasized his position, jumped up on his legs, and rushed towards the Sith.

He seemed to have tasted the sweetness of Sith blood.

But if he was killed so easily, then a Sith wouldn't be a Sith anymore.

Darkness rolled up and down around him, shadows pulling him around.

He is waiting for an opportunity. When is the wolf most dangerous?

Of course, the injured wolf is the most dangerous. He still has enough patience before his blood dries out.

……

On the other side, Kaixia Jinbei picked up Crocodile, found a water bag from somewhere, and kept pouring fresh water into his mouth.

Two or three minutes later, Crocodile finally came to life again.

He held Jinbei up and gasped for breath, his face was covered with traces of flames, making his face, which was already full of scars, even more hideous.

"Go back and find a better doctor. I feel like there is still hope."

After helping Crocodile up, Jinbe made a rare joke, saying that they had a real life-long friendship, and Jinbe felt that he had an obligation to liven up the atmosphere.

Pushing away the blue arm that was draped over his body, Crocodile cast a sidelong glance at Jinbei.

"That's not funny at all, Jinbe."

Even though his clothes were almost burned to ashes, Crocodile still found a thick and long cigar from his body.

Holding it in his mouth, the muscles in his body were shaking a little. He obviously hadn't recovered from the Sith's attack.

But no matter what, he finally regained his strength to fight.

Strictly speaking, the physical fitness of people in the pirate world is really exaggerated and unscientific.

His eyes swept across the past, and through the thick fog, he seemed to see the two Sith and Bista who were fighting. They looked a little sinister and turned to look at Jinbei.

Jinbei nodded knowingly, then took steps to kill into the black mist.

Although he is called a sea hero and always holds himself to the standard of a hero, he is not a pedantic person after all. If he can kill a difficult opponent, he will never mind beating up a drowned dog.

The two made eye contact for a while, narrowed their eyes, and surrounded Sith from both sides.

In the black mist, Sith narrowed his eyes and his vision jumped from side to side. Such a big movement naturally couldn't be hidden from his eyes.

"Hahaha, Wilson Sith, it's over. The dispute between you and me is over. Are you ready? I'm going to take your life."

Bista also felt the auras of Jinbei and Crocodile. He laughed and the knife in his hand became sharper.

"call!"

Sith let out a long breath. Facing so many masters at the same time was indeed a big crisis.

Blood and sweat flowed down the gaps between the clothes, some were warm and some were cold. Suddenly, Sith's heart became calmer.

Of course, there is nothing that can be done about it. If he is not calm enough, he might die.

However, he did not feel despair. After all, he knew very well that the siege brought not only a crisis, but also a symbol of opportunity.

Although Jinbe and Crocodile work well together, Bista is a complete outsider from beginning to end.

A sneak attack is nothing, the key is tacit understanding, and there is a lack of that kind of intimate and tacit understanding between Bista and the other two.

Without tacit understanding, the rhythm will be destroyed. Once there is a problem with the rhythm, there will definitely be a flaw. When a flaw occurs, his opportunity will come.

Holding a Western sword that was not very comfortable in one hand, Sith bowed down. He was trying to reduce his size, and the darkness condensed and gathered in his body.

Opportunity, the opportunity he was waiting for might come soon.

He trusted his instincts, especially in this life-or-death situation. Whether it was him or Bista, they both thought they would win.