svetikya Chapter 343: Wanting to Beat Up Aokiji Again
Chapter 343: Wanting to Beat Up Aokiji Again
The air was scalding hot, like molten asphalt.
Sticky.
It also had a foul stench of sulfur.
Baltigue, the island of white soil.
The deepest underground chamber of the Revolutionary Army headquarters.
The deathly silent space twisted without warning.
There was no explosion.
Only a high-frequency buzzing sound tears at the eardrum.
Countless unseen strings snapped simultaneously.
The space is shattered like a mirror.
A dark blue arc of electricity darted wildly through the crack.
A pitch-black vortex exploded.
boom!
Three figures were violently spat out by the vortex.
It crashed heavily onto the rocky floor.
Zefa stumbled when he landed, his boots scraping a charred mark on the ground.
He reached out and gripped the back of the chair, his knuckles turning pale from the force.
The brains were thrown into a centrifuge and churned for three days and three nights, leaving the world spinning.
"Damn it... this is even more nauseating than fighting that bastard Roger at sea for a week back then."
Zefa shook his head, his short purple hair still stained with the smoke of the future Beehive Island.
He gritted his teeth and forcibly suppressed the churning in his stomach.
"Chenye, could you perhaps choose a more comfortable 'trip' next time?"
The dragon's situation is no better.
His dark green coat was torn into disarray by the spatial turbulence. When he landed, he instinctively used the wind pressure to stabilize himself, but his face was as pale as paper.
The domineering aura in my mind was a complete mess, utterly unusable.
Only Chen Ye seemed completely unaffected.
It landed lightly between the two.
He straightened his collar, his deep eyes gleaming with golden light, as if he were still savoring the thrill of traversing the river of time.
"Stop complaining, Professor Zephyr."
Chen Ye's tone was teasing.
"This is the 'express train' that so many people dream of. It's a bit bumpy, but it's very efficient."
The three of them had just steadied themselves.
An unusual aura wafted over us.
This should have been a strategic secret room accessible only to core cadres.
open.
Quiet.
confidential.
But right now, it's bustling like a vegetable market.
A strong tobacco smell.
The aroma of coffee.
The presence of dozens of people crammed together instantly dissipated the "futuristic" aura emanating from the three individuals.
Long Meng raised his head, his sharp eyes scanning the entire scene.
Everywhere you looked, there were faces filled with astonishment.
Chief of the General Staff Saab dropped the documents in his hand to the ground, his mouth agape wide enough to fit an egg.
The cigarette in the mouth of East Army Commander Bello Betty fell onto the table, and sparks burned through the map, but she didn't react.
The wrench of the Confederate army commander Lindbergh slammed into the instep with a loud thud, causing him to grimace in pain but unable to utter a sound.
even……
In the darkest corner of the conference room.
A tall man sat with his legs crossed, wearing a burgundy shirt and sunglasses.
He was holding a steaming cup of black tea.
Kuzan.
Former Admiral Aokiji.
The air freezes.
The twenty-odd people in the secret room stood stiffly, like statues stared at by Medusa.
Click.
A crisp cracking sound broke the silence.
Kuzan, who was in the corner, suddenly tightened his grip.
The exquisite porcelain cup turned to dust.
The scalding tea mixed with white powder dripped down his fingers, but he showed no reaction.
His eyes, hidden behind sunglasses, were wide open as he stared intently at the three people who had appeared out of nowhere.
An extremely cold burst of energy erupted from the center of his palm.
The solid wood table in front of him, along with half a wall, froze into an ice sculpture in the blink of an eye.
"Mr. Dragon...?"
Kuzan suddenly stood up.
The man, who was usually lazy to the core, was now speaking with an uncontrollable tremor and urgency in his voice.
He strode over, the cold wind he brought making those around him shiver.
"Zeff-sensei?! And that weirdo Chenye... Mr. Chenye!"
Kuzan stopped three meters in front of the three men, his chest heaving violently.
His sunglasses slipped down to the bridge of his nose, revealing a pair of bloodshot eyes.
"You...you're finally back! Where have you been all this time? You vanished without a trace! You didn't leave a single mark!"
His voice was a mixture of shock, confusion, and fear.
As one of the world's top powerhouses, Kuzan knew very well what "complete disappearance" meant.
That was absolute nothingness, beyond the reach of even the Vivre Card's guidance, beyond the grasp of even Observation Haki.
The dragon frowned.
He glanced down at his collar, ruffled by the temporal storm, and casually brushed away imaginary dust from his shoulders.
"Calm down, Kuzan."
The dragon's voice was deep and powerful, like a tranquilizer.
"Zeff and I just went on a... rather long and wonderful journey with Mr. Chenye."
"travel?"
Kuzan was stunned; his face, which always seemed to say "I can't be bothered with you," was now filled with absurdity.
What kind of trip would make you disappear without a word?
Before he could finish speaking...
A terrifying aura of malevolence erupted from behind the dragon.
Pure.
A murderous intent tinged with the stench of blood and the aura of destruction.
Zefa moved.
The former admiral was like an enraged lion.
Those eyes, glowing with a faint red light, were fixed on Kuzan in front of them.
"Hmph, a trip?"
Zefa let out a cold laugh from deep in his throat, sending chills down the spines of those who heard it.
He rubbed his aching wrists and approached Kuzan step by step.
With each step he took, the muscles in his body tensed up a little more.
The oppressive feeling of crawling out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood made it difficult for all the revolutionary army cadres present to breathe.
"That's right, not only during my trip, but I also taught someone a lesson in that godforsaken place."
Zephyr's eyes swept over Kuzan like a butcher searching for a blade.
"Who looks exactly like you, even with that smug, lazy attitude? Especially that leg... I just want to break it!"
Zefa clenched his fist tightly.
Crack!
The air was crushed in his palm.
Kuzan instinctively tensed his body.
That's the body's memory.
It was the fear of being dominated by Zeff in the training camp back then.
It is also the strong person's intuition about danger.
Swish!
Kuzan's body instantly became elemental, with crystalline frost covering his right arm and shoulder, emanating a chilling aura.
He cautiously took a half-step back, his brow furrowed.
"Teacher...you went a bit too far with your joke? That murderous aura...you really want to kill me?"
He doesn't understand.
Zephyr hated him for leaving the Navy, but he had never been so blatantly violent.
It felt like I had just killed Zephyr's entire family.
"Kill you? Hmph, that's too lenient!"
Zefa snorted coldly, his right arm muscles bulging, and dark power surging.
"In that place, I...
Just as he was about to lose control, a hand suddenly darted in and firmly pressed down on his shoulder.
"Teacher, calm down."
The dragon stood between Zephyr and Kuzan.
He turned his back to Kuzan, looked at Zephyr who was on the verge of going berserk, and gently shook his head.
"That's a debt for the future, not for the present."
Long lowered his voice, so that only the three of them could hear him.
"Kuzan hasn't done those things yet. Don't forget Mr. Chenye's warning; the law of causality is not a joke."
Zefa's body stiffened for a moment.
He looked into Long Zhili's eyes, and images of the future Beehive Island flashed before his eyes.
In order to save Garp, who had been frozen into an ice sculpture by Koby.
A future Kuzan who sides with Blackbeard and attacks his mentor.
Anger surged within him, finally settling into a heavy sigh.
snort!
Zephyr glared fiercely at Kuzan, withdrew his fist, and the murderous aura receded like a tide.
The lingering power still made Kuzan's heart pound.
"You're lucky, kid."
Zephyr pointed at Kuzan's nose, his tone menacing.
"You better watch your skin from now on! If I find out what kind of treacherous and disloyal thing you've done, I'll tear your bones off one by one and feed them to the dogs!"