“I must be blind, cooperating with an idiot like this.
Looks like I really am getting old.
I can’t even judge people properly anymore.” In the Golden Lion’s heart, ten thousand alpacas stampeded past.
Sylvan’s level of weirdness had completely refreshed his understanding.
The Golden Lion could understand wanting to break out of prison, but was this brat mentally disabled?
He actually said it out loud, and to Shiryu of the Rain, no less.
Did he feel uncomfortable unless someone killed him?
“Haha… This guy’s gone crazy!” “What an idiot.” “He’s just a twelve-year-old brat.
It’s normal for him to go stupid after being locked up.” After a brief silence, the pirates burst into laughter.
Most of them thought Sylvan had lost his mind.
Everyone could understand it.
After all, he was only a little twelve-year-old kid.
“You heard that?” Shiryu of the Rain was not angry.
Instead, he grinned and rubbed his stomach.
“Come, come.
You said you wanted to stomp me to death, right?
Let me see how powerful your little fists are.
I’ve never been hit by a brat’s fist before.
Hahaha…” By the end, Shiryu of the Rain was laughing without restraint.
If it had been any other pirate, Shiryu of the Rain would have remained cautious.
As for Sylvan, forget it.
Seven days ago, they had examined this brat’s body.
After all, he was someone the World Government valued, so regular checkups had to be done.
The results showed that his physique was extremely poor.
He coughed nonstop and had even coughed up blood.
Shiryu of the Rain still remembered it clearly.
This little bastard had needed someone else to carry him just to walk.
Now, this frail sickly brat was saying he wanted to stomp him to death.
Wasn’t that hilarious?
Shiryu of the Rain laughed until his stomach hurt.
“Since you’re letting me hit you, I won’t be polite.
You’d better be careful.” Facing the mockery of countless pirates, Sylvan ignored it completely, treating it like wind passing by his ears.
His eyes narrowed slightly as he silently thought, “Armament Hardening.” As for Shiryu of the Rain, he was still clutching his stomach and laughing, almost laughing himself to tears.
The other pirates were the same.
They had all ignored Sylvan.
Bang!
In the blink of an eye, Sylvan’s fist smashed into Shiryu of the Rain’s body.
The entire place instantly fell silent.
Shiryu spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot.
His eyeballs bulged outward, bloodshot and dense with veins, as if they were about to pop out.
His tall body was sent flying alive, even snapping the prison bars apart.
Shiryu of the Rain’s body crashed into the wall after being blasted backward, his face full of confusion.
If the pain tearing through his body had not been stimulating him, he probably would have thought this was a dream.
The prison, which had still been roaring with laughter just moments ago, instantly became deathly silent.
The pirates in the cells all scrambled to rub their eyes, thinking their old eyes must be playing tricks on them.
“A twelve-year-old sickly brat sent Shiryu of the Rain flying?” Every pirate locked their eyes firmly onto Sylvan.
They saw him walking out of the cell with both hands in his pockets, calm and light as a breeze.
“I reminded you earlier, didn’t I?
You should have been a little more careful,” Sylvan said faintly, his eyes calm, as if he had done something utterly insignificant.
“Absolutely impossible.
That punch just now carried Haki.
How did he learn it?
His attack was also skilled and vicious, aiming straight for the vital point.” Among everyone present, the most shocked one was actually the Golden Lion.
The old man’s eyes were wide and round.
Two days ago, Sylvan had still been a little weakling.
How had his strength increased so much after sleeping for two days?
Pfft.
Leaning against the wall, Shiryu of the Rain spat out another mouthful of blood, both shocked and furious.
Where had this kid’s formidable strength come from?
When he had first entered the prison, he had been too weak to hurt anyone.
“Brat, very good.
You’ve completely angered me.” Shiryu of the Rain’s eyes were sharp as blades, radiating a savage light.
With a clang, his sword left its sheath.
The instant the blade was drawn, Shiryu’s entire body radiated a demonic aura.
This was an ominous cursed blade.
Even the blade itself glowed with a terrifying red light, its color nearly identical to human blood.
“Die!” Thinking of how he had been beaten by a twelve-year-old brat and even made to cough blood, Shiryu of the Rain’s face twitched wildly.
Killing intent surged from him as his cursed blade swept down horizontally, and a dangerous slash immediately swept out.
Crack, crack, crack.
The slash tore through everything in its path.
The ground along the way was easily sliced apart like scraps of paper, and it crushed toward Sylvan with an unstoppable force that seemed capable of cutting through all obstacles.
If it hit him, he would undoubtedly die.
“Brat, dodge!” Seeing Sylvan standing there like an idiot without moving, the Golden Lion hurriedly urged, “There’s no need to fight him head-on.
Go steal the keys to the Seastone shackles.
Leave this trash to me.” It was not that the Golden Lion looked down on Shiryu of the Rain.
The two sides simply were not on the same level.
“That’s right!
Hurry up and steal the keys to the Seastone shackles.
Leave this guy to us!” The other pirates also rushed to urge him.
At this moment, they were more anxious than anyone else.
Everyone had seen hope of escape.
However, Sylvan completely ignored everyone’s advice.
His dry lips parted slightly.
“Wood Release: Wood Locking Wall.” The instant his voice fell, the soil on both sides of Sylvan burst open.
A large amount of wood madly broke through the ground and surged toward the sky.
Finally, it interwove together, forming a funnel-shaped defense that covered Sylvan within it.
“An ability user?
This kid really hid himself deeply.” Shiryu of the Rain’s expression turned gloomy, uglier than if he had eaten a bucket of flies.
“But what use is a bunch of lousy wood?” Bang.
The slash crashed into the Wood Release defense.
Everyone thought it would be smashed apart, but the result was completely different.
The seemingly ordinary Wood Release defense was harder than diamond.
Shiryu of the Rain’s slash was easily deflected, leaving behind only a few faint, barely noticeable blade marks.
“This is a technique that can defend against a Tailed Beast Bomb, after all.
Even if I’m not as strong as Hashirama Senju, I still trained for two years.
How could it be that fragile?” After removing the Wood Release, Sylvan sneered repeatedly.
These idiots had underestimated him far too much.
“Good, good, good!
You really have angered me!” Shiryu said “good” three times in a row, showing that he had truly lost his temper.
The demonic aura grew even stronger.
Being humiliated again and again by a little brat was truly disgraceful.
“That’s the second time.
You already said I angered you earlier.” A ruthless curve lifted Sylvan’s lips.
If he kept dragging this out, Magellan might arrive.
When it was time to gamble, he had to gamble, even if the price was enormous.
“Wood Release: Wood Dragon Technique!”