One Piece: Start as a mythical beast, practice to become stronger

In the endless darkness, the pitch-black sea seems to swallow up the last ray of sunset light.

The cold wind whistled past, and the waves hit the sturdy hull, making a low and powerful echo.

On the deck of the warship, the only few lights were pale and weak, as if they were stubbornly resisting the surrounding darkness.

A naval soldier leaned against the side of the ship, holding the cold railing with his hands. He looked towards the island not far away. The faint lights on the island silhouetted the figures of two people.

The soldier heard their conversation, which floated clearly into his consciousness from the noise of the waves.

"Do you really believe that you can rule the world?" Jin An's words were filled with contempt.

"How do you know if you don't try?" Barrett's voice was calm, and he was obviously confident in his own strength and ability.

"..."

The navy soldier shook his head slightly, a bitter smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

The conversation between the two people so nakedly reveals the desires of human nature and the rules of this world.

This sea was filled with too many absurdities, and now he heard with his own ears the interweaving of hope and despair.

In the dark night, their words penetrated the cold wind of the sea and touched the deepest strings in the navy's heart.

This world may indeed be absurd, but as long as there are people willing to pursue the light, then no matter what the outcome is, at least the path they have taken will have meaning.

Barrett stood on the shore, the waves brushing his trouser legs, and his eyes were as deep as the sea in the moonlight.

He turned around and looked at Jin An with a pair of eyes that were calm and almost indifferent.

"There's no point in continuing to argue." Barrett's voice seemed to come from the abyss, with a firm and ruthless chill.

As the words fell, Barrett stomped his foot on the ground, and his body flashed a silver glow under the moonlight.

He did not rush forward, nor did he utter any more sharp words.

At that moment, the whole world seemed to stand still, with only his fist pointed at the leaping stars. His body language clearly declared: In this ocean where the strong are respected, strength is the only way to the end.

Jin An stood opposite with an expressionless face, but never took a step back.

Two people, a sword and a figure, became the most real dialogue in this sea.

The tension between them was more intense than the verbal confrontation, but it was so pure.

There were no words, no arguments, only the fighting spirit that had never been fought and an unyielding spirit.

At this moment, Barrett has already understood that the truth is only in the fists, and if he wants to get everything, he must take action.

And on this sea, there are countless souls like them, eager to realize their dreams.

Jin'an's movements were swift and decisive. The long sword was drawn out of the sheath like lightning, bringing with it a cold light that cut through the night.

Barrett remained unmoved, digging his feet deep into the fine sand, steady as a rock, as he charged towards the oncoming storm.

As Jin An rushed forward, the long sword drew a dark blue arc in the air, and the sharp sword wind seemed to tear apart the silence of the night.

Barrett, with his hands outstretched, faced the blade's light. His solid arms seemed like they were made of ancient iron, and his every grab and block revealed his consummate skills.

The two of them were on the empty beach, and things changed rapidly.

Jin'an's long sword pointed directly at the vital points, and each blow was extremely sharp; Barrett approached with incredible body movements, and each punch and palm strike contained the power to defeat the opponent.

Their movements were so fast that one could hardly see their shapes. The only sound one could hear was the whistling of the wind and the wind from their palms, and the rustling sound made by their rapid movement on the sand and gravel.

"Ah——" The protagonist let out an angry roar, boosting morale.

Barrett said nothing, but his whole body movements silently conveyed his determination not to give in.

Their actions were intertwined in the night to create a moving battle scene, which was not only a contest of flesh but also a collision of will and spirit.

The night was like a dense fog, and the figures of Jinan and Barrett flickered in the dim light.

Dust was stirred up and floated in the chaotic air. The atmosphere of battle was heavy and tense.

Jin An rushed towards Barrett like an arrow shot from a bow, his long sword drawing sharp tracks in the air, and every time he swung it, an angry wind sounded.

Barrett, however, skillfully maneuvered between the blades, creating potholes in the ground with every step. His fists and elbows were like hammers and anvils that smashed the void, attacking Jin'an's dodging rhythm.

"You are just putting up a desperate resistance!" Barrett shouted.

“Just barely?” Jin An sneered, his voice sounding like it came from the abyss of ghosts, “Let’s see who has the last laugh.”

The two bodies collided in battle, fists and blades hitting each other, fearlessly.

From time to time during the fight, muffled groans and the sound of iron clashing could be heard, as if an unprecedented roar was playing in the silence of the night.

Their fight is not only a competition of skills, but also a contest of beliefs in their hearts. Silence is better than words, and their actions contain thousands of words.

As the battle becomes more intense, the distance between the protagonist and Barrett becomes shorter and shorter, their breaths blend together, and it seems that one can hear the echo of each other's heartbeat.

Barrett swung his fist hard at the protagonist's face, but at the moment of contact, Jin An dodged cleverly.

Jin An lost no time in counterattacking, sweeping his leg across Barrett's waist with such ferocious force that it caused a whistling sound.

Barrett took a few steps back, lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Jin An didn't give him a chance to breathe, and rushed forward, the blade in his hand flashing coldly, pointing directly at Barrett.

Barrett, however, did not panic.

At the critical moment when he was about to be hit, he rolled to avoid it, picked up a scattered dagger from the ground, and quickly counterattacked.

The distance between the two men closed again, swords clashed, sparks flew, as if everything around them became a witness to their passionate fighting spirit.

The air current formed an invisible barrier between the two people, and each attack was accompanied by the surge of air current.

There was a cunning light in Barrett's eyes, his movements became more and more agile, every dodge was just right, every counterattack was extremely brutal.

Jin An realized that he could no longer win by simply competing in strength, so he began to adjust his tactics, trying to break Barrett's offensive with clever tactics.

Their fight shifted from the ground to a nearby dilapidated wall, which gradually collapsed in their fierce struggle, sending up stones and dust.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze.

The two figures passed each other in the air, and Jin'an's long sword and Barrett's short sword intertwined in the air, creating a flash of lightning.

Then there was a silence, and the two separated and stood quietly, as if waiting for the outcome of the battle to be determined.

In the end, Barrett's sword missed, and Jin'an's blade lightly brushed his face.

Barrett lowered his head slightly, wiped the blood on his face with his fingers, and then licked it clean.

However, there was no frustration in his eyes, only a more determined will to fight.

"You got a good result, but it's far from enough." Barrett's breathing became slightly rapid, but the strength in his hands did not decrease much.

Jin An held the long knife tightly and looked at Barrett with a sharp gaze: "You don't have any say in that. I only know that you will have more and more wounds on your body."

On this deserted stage, the fight became more intense.

The air was filled with the residual heat of the fight, the land was churned, and the shadows of the two people intertwined, spun, separated, and intertwined again. This battle would not allow even the slightest concession.

The wind, sea, sand, and moon all became witnesses of their battle.

Record this rare grand occasion.

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