One Piece: The Celestial Dragons' Self-Cultivation

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"So much nonsense!"

Christopher suddenly spun around, and a tremendous squeezing force twisted toward Garin from all directions.

"Dragon Claw - Thousand Layer Waves!"

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Long unleashed hundreds of energy blades, sending Garin flying into a pile of ruins.

As the smoke and dust cleared, Garin stood amidst the ruins, his clothes tattered, his body slightly bent.

His sword was stuck in the ground, and he supported himself with one hand to avoid falling.

As for the other hand? It has disappeared.

Blake was speechless.

"How did he get beaten up so badly again?"

"Huh? Why did I say 'again'?"

Chapter 116 Alpha Raid

The reason why many people think the Knights of God have no real prestige is because they seem too easily injured.

No wonder they are known as the "God's Cultural Troupe".

Looking at everyone in the One Piece world, very few have actually suffered external injuries.

Especially among the top fighters, it seems that only Whitebeard, Shanks, Kaido, Kuzan, and Garp have ever had obvious external injuries.

The two scars on Kaido's body served as proof of Oden's strength.

Shanks' injuries are even more outrageous, making one think that Sea Kings are truly terrifying creatures, and they might have actually killed 56 of the Four Emperors.

Among the others, even Akainu, who was covered in blood during the Marineford War, had no visible wounds on his body.

In contrast, the Knights of God and the Five Elders suffered far more injuries.

It's unclear whether they like to rely on their immortality to withstand damage, or if they simply lack combat experience.

The Five Elders were chopped into several pieces, and Somaz was almost minced into meat.

In short, those who get beaten the worst are always the ones with immortal bodies.

Just then, several bursts of Conqueror's Haki swept across the battlefield, instantly freezing the intense battle between the two sides.

The air suddenly became as thick as blood.

The sounds of battle cries, exploding flames, and clashing weapons filled the battlefield...

All sounds seemed to vanish in an instant, and the slave warriors froze in place, still in their charging posture; some even fell to the ground.

The overwhelming aura of the Conqueror's Haki caused the flames around the battlefield to gradually extinguish, and even the technological equipment Lindbergh was carrying sparked with electricity.

Even Christopher and the dragon couldn't help but look up.

Inside the alternate dimension, Blake tossed a piece of strawberry pie into his mouth:

"Is this a fusion of Conqueror's Haki?"

"Is it a special technique?"

"Or is it because of some special connection between them?"

Five figures could be seen faintly in the distant smoke and dust.

In an instant, one of the figures transformed into a streak of light, darting across the battlefield.

The slaves' formation crumbled in an instant, and Nasujuro stood in the crowd, slowly sheathing his sword:

"Karin, you've taken too long."

Upon witnessing the arrival of this "Bip King," Blake nearly choked on his strawberry pie.

"Cough cough cough..."

Stella quickly brought him a cup of black tea, which Blake swallowed in large gulps, making him feel a little better.

"Damn, an Alpha Strike almost killed me in a one-on-one fight!"

Stella couldn't understand what Blake was saying, but her strength was that she was obedient. She simply took out a handkerchief and helped Blake wipe his wet clothes.

The other four members of the Five Elders followed closely behind.

Satan, leaning on his cane, said slowly:

"Do we really have to do everything ourselves, even cleaning up the trash?"

Garin was quite embarrassed by what the two said.

After all, the Knights of God were known as the strongest fighting force of the Celestial Dragons, yet they couldn't even defeat Christopher's private army composed of slaves, which was truly embarrassing.

However, his severed arm has not yet fully recovered, and he looks rather pitiful.

At this point, anything you say will sound like an excuse, so you might as well pretend you didn't hear it.

The Five Elders didn't care about Garin's reaction; they were just expressing their dissatisfaction. Right now, the most important thing was to take down the guys causing trouble in the Holy Land first.

Maz scanned the battlefield, his eyes filled with the same disdain one would show to an insect.

His gaze finally settled on the dragon:

“Monkey D. Dragon, your father was at least a respectable Marine…”

"You are willing to associate with slaves; you have disappointed us greatly."

"Still so aloof and superior..."

Dragon sighed, his trench coat fluttering under the impact of Conqueror's Haki, but his voice remained as steady as a rock:

"Compared to 'dignified' kneeling before you, I definitely prefer to walk with freedom."

"An incomprehensible scoundrel!"

Maz cursed and then took a few steps forward, getting only a few dozen meters away from Christopher.

This distance is an instant for top-tier experts.

Maz, however, showed no concern. He looked at Christopher with a serious expression:

"Christopher! The blood of the Creator flows in your veins!"

“We all know about the conflict between you and Garin, and we thought it was just a momentary impulse of young people.”

"No matter what, you should not betray your own people."

Christopher was silent for a moment before raising his head:

"You ask me why I betrayed my people?"

"Because I have seen the truth about 'God'!"

Upon hearing this, the five elders all showed expressions of shock.

Even Blake, inside the alternate dimension, couldn't help but sit up straight:

"Has this guy met Im before?"

"Then we can't let him die so easily."

"Maybe we can find out some of the truth."

But before they could be shocked for long, Christopher continued:

"In the Sabaody Archipelago, you put collars on three-year-old children..."

"In the laboratory, you turned mixed-race babies into living weapons..."

He gripped the longsword tightly, his knuckles turning white, and the tangled space on the blade intensified.

“Every drop of blood flowing on the ground tells me…”

"This is not what a 'god' should look like at all!"

Blake leaned back.

I thought this guy was going to reveal some earth-shattering secret.

I never expected it to be these same old, trivial matters.

Maz was relieved; he had been worried that the other party would reveal Lord Im's secret in front of so many people.

Composing himself, Maz continued:

“Come back, Christopher, we don’t care about the kindness in your heart.”

"If you are willing to help us kill these thugs, we can forgive your sins."

Upon hearing this, a barely perceptible hint of wariness flashed in the dragon's eyes.

Although he felt that the Five Elders were just trying to fool Christopher, there was no guarantee that the other party might actually be tempted.

Garin, who was recovering, frowned and was about to say something when Christopher burst out laughing:

"Hahahaha...pardon?"

He slowly raised his long sword, pointing it at Maz:

"And then, like the slaves you pardoned, become minced meat in the laboratory?"

The dragon suddenly burst into laughter:

"Eight hundred years have passed, and you still only know this one trick!"

"First they use family and emotional blackmail, then they use deception and threats of violence."

His Conqueror's Haki transformed into a black thunderstorm:

"Unfortunately, we are not one of those member states that died on their knees!"

Christopher stepped forward as well, his Conqueror's Haki erupting as well:

"That's it! Your methods are outdated!"

Volcholi's mustache trembled incessantly:

"Since that's the case, then let the Holy Land..."

"Add a few more corpses!"

The Five Elders' forms gradually began to change, and five monsters that seemed to have walked out of hell appeared before everyone.

Chapter 117 features another comedic character.

The Five Elders' Devil Fruit abilities certainly look intimidating; none of them seem like easy targets.

Although Garin and Shamrock had not fully recovered, the Five Elders were very confident in themselves and had no intention of waiting for Garin and the others to make their move.

Nasujiro activated his half-beast transformation, his four hooves carving ice crystal paths through the scorched earth at an astonishing speed.

He raised his hand and slashed, the sword energy from the first generation of the Kitetsu freezing Ivankov's skirt into a solid block.

"Facial growth hormones!"

Ivankov's already enormous face suddenly swelled, deflecting the long-range slash.

Taking advantage of the moment, the bear flashed forward and slapped Nasujuro in the back with its paw.

But the latter reacted extremely quickly, turning around instantly to slash at the bear, its blade coated with an astonishing chill.

The bear dared not take the blow head-on, and hurriedly swatted itself away to dodge it.

The sword energy generated by the slash froze a large area of ​​charred buildings behind it.

"You think you can hurt me with your speed?"

Nasujuro darted across the battlefield, and Kuma and Ivankov could only barely hold him back with the power of the Paw-Paw Fruit.

Satan emanated an eerie light, and the dragon felt its movements were greatly restricted.

But he still moved through the light like a fluid.

Satan's ability to immobilize has its limits; he can't even immobilize the world's top experts.

Taking advantage of the dragon's restricted movements, he continuously spewed venom from his mouth.