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

Bondi Wold stood quietly at the edge of the pit, a disdainful smile on his lips, his eyes as sharp as a knife, piercing straight at the green pepper lying in the pit.

Qingjiao was completely powerless and unable to move, but the unyielding will in his heart was still burning.

He forced himself to raise the corners of his mouth and revealed a hint of sneer, even though he looked so embarrassed at the moment.

"I'm not the only one in Xihai who resists you!"

Qingjiao's voice was hoarse but firm, as if she was using her last bit of strength to challenge him.

Bondi Wold snorted coldly and looked down at Qing Jiao with contempt in his eyes:

"I have heard that someone claims that you are the strongest in the West Sea."

His tone was mocking, as if he was saying that these so-called strong men were nothing but chickens and dogs and could not withstand a single blow.

Qingjiao gritted his teeth, a mixture of humiliation and anger surged in his heart. He knew that what Bondi Wald said was not entirely unreasonable - the current situation was indeed as he said, he had been thrown into a deep pit and didn't even have the strength to stand up.

However, Qingjiao knew in his heart that the true winner had not yet been revealed.

Only by experiencing it yourself can you know what the outcome will be.

He took a deep breath, and his chest rose and fell violently, as if he was mobilizing the last of his strength.

He was unwilling to admit defeat, and even more unwilling to be looked down upon by the other party.

He roared suddenly, his voice like thunder, echoing all around.

The body lying in the pit began to struggle to get up. Every inch of his muscles was trembling, but his indomitable will supported him to continue moving forward.

"Stop watching the show, let's go together!"

There was unquestionable determination in Qingjiao's roar.

His eyes were firm and full of fighting spirit, as if the flame of hope had been rekindled.

Before he finished speaking, several figures appeared quietly in the air like ghosts and stood opposite Bondi World.

Each of these people is a well-known strong man in the West Sea, and they have a tacit understanding with each other.

At this moment, their eyes met, and they released their fighting spirit to each other without reservation.

They had only one goal - to drive Bondi Wold out of the West Sea.

"Fuck him!!!"

A roar resounded through the sky, instantly igniting the atmosphere of the entire battlefield.

Qingjiao's roar exploded in the air like thunder, shaking the surroundings.

His shaky body suddenly burst out with amazing strength at this moment. When he stepped on the ground, the whole ground seemed to shake.

In an instant, his figure disappeared from the spot, and when he reappeared, he was standing beside those powerful men from the West Sea.

These people are all well-known gangsters and pirates in the West Sea. Their names are known to everyone in this sea area.

At this moment, each of them had a deep coldness on their faces, and their eyes revealed cold calculation and distrust.

Although they stood on the same front, everyone knew that their cooperation was only a temporary measure - for their own interests, they temporarily put aside their prejudices.

But when this war is over, who can be trusted? Who will truly stand to the end?

The eyes of several people met briefly in the air, and then a hint of tacit understanding was revealed in each other's cold eyes.

There was no verbal communication, but they had reached a consensus - to solve the immediate threat first and then plan for the future.

As Green Pepper rose again, they seemed to gain confidence. They took a step forward in tacit understanding and rushed towards Bondi Wold together.

However, Bondi Wold didn't care.

He smiled coldly, with an innate arrogance on his face.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's as he swept across the enemies that were coming towards him.

There was no ripple in his heart, and he even felt a little disdainful.

In his opinion, these people are nothing but clowns. No matter how prominent their backgrounds are, their fate has already been determined.

"Whether I play against one person or eight people, it's the same to me."

There was a hint of contempt in Bondi Wald's tone, and his indifferent attitude was extremely oppressive.

He was certain that he would be the final winner.

His confidence comes not only from his own strength, but also from his insight into and control over his enemies over the years.

He slowly raised his hand, the muscles on his arm bulged like iron, and his eyes revealed a cold murderous intent.

As he moved, the air seemed to be filled with tension and oppression, as if an uncontrollable battle would break out in the next second.

To him, this battle was just a play, and he had already decided the outcome - the winner would be the king, and the loser would be the enemy.

Bondi World stood there, the sneer on his face becoming more and more obvious.

His eyes were fixed on the enemies rushing towards him, and a sense of pride rose in his heart.

He knew that these people all wanted to kill him, but he knew even more clearly that the gap in strength could not be made up by numbers.

He whispered to himself, with a hint of amusement in his voice:

"Multiply it—100 times faster."

As soon as he finished speaking, it was as if an invisible force exploded in his body.

A strong energy suddenly burst out from his body, and the air around him trembled because of his existence.

His figure disappeared from the spot in an instant, leaving only a vague afterimage, as if he was still standing there without moving.

While moving at super high speed, Bondi Wold's eyes were as cold as ice, but his heart was full of fighting spirit and contempt.

His eyes captured every tiny movement of the enemies opposite him. Their expressions and movements were infinitely slowed down in his eyes, as if time had stopped for him alone.

This speed gave him enough time to think about his next attack, and the enemy didn't even notice his presence.

"Multiply - 100 times the power."

He whispered again, his voice as if coming from the abyss, cold and ruthless.

In an instant, the knife in his hand began to change. The blade expanded rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming a hundred times larger.

The blade stretched across the air like a mountain, and the speed of the slashing doubled with his speed, instantly breaking through the limits of what ordinary people could understand.

The blade light cut through the sky with almost no hindrance.

His sword slashed out, as if splitting the entire space. The air was torn apart in an instant, making a sharp sonic boom.

In the instant the blade flashed, most of the eight people on the opposite side had no time to react before the scene in front of them had already changed.

The bodies of those strong men stopped at the moment the knife flashed, and the cold and ruthless face of Bondi World was reflected in their pupils. Then they felt the deadly threat brought by the blade.

But their reaction was too late. The speed of the blade exceeded their limit of thinking. The huge force exploded in them, swallowing them up in an instant like a flood.

Bondi World stopped, the blade trembling slightly in the air, as if he was unwilling to accept such an easy victory.

His eyes were cold and ruthless as he scanned the enemies that were hit by the slashing blows. Their bodies fell like puppets with their strings cut, and their blood splattered in the air.

He felt calm, as all this was within his expectations.

Bondi Wald sneered in his heart, and drops of blood from the blade fell one by one, dyeing the ground beneath his feet red.

He knew that the outcome of this battle was doomed from the beginning - no matter how hard they tried, they could not shake him in the slightest.

"That's the gap."

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