"Ah, I'm retired, Lieutenant General, can I not exist?"

The man smiled at the man in front of him who had smashed his face off the ceiling, and from the shadow of the mask, the man who had been the boss of the One Piece fleet, saw the twinkle of danger in his blue-gold eyes.

However, there was no hint of murder in that dangerous situation.

This little guy is quite interesting, even more interesting than Karp's old bastard.

Bone fist, I don't know how much this little guy has learned.

The man gripped the finger tiger in his hand, and almost as soon as he said this, he rose from his chaise longue and came to the head of the Sith hanging from the ground, and before the ghostly mask, the man's face began to distort as if it were a human.

"It's really a pretty good face, did your dad tell you that you look quite similar to the so-called Whitebeard, I wanted to punch that man in the face with my fist, but that guy's strength was too terrifying, and he didn't give me a chance, so I put my thoughts on hold, but you gave me a chance."

Sith quietly looked at the man in front of him who was holding the finger tiger in his hand and the muscles in his body began to riot constantly, and a subtle smile appeared on his face, because he had already felt the breath in the man's body that had not weakened due to aging, and the breath of an absolutely strong person that could only be felt as a beast.

This man, this guy who chose to be the crew of One Piece, that guy, even if he is old, is an out-and-out beast like himself.

When going to find the Beastmaster, it was also quite good to be able to encounter such a beast, especially since he was a crew member of One Piece.

"I don't want to arrest you, but I'm excited to see you now."

Almost instantly, Spark Jabba, who was about to smash his fist into the Sith's face, stopped his fist after feeling the obvious danger, and left the place the next moment, and his afterglow allowed him to capture the scene around the Sith after he left.

"This power, I said, when I saw you, I had a feeling of meeting a beast, you guy, you are also a monster, just like me."

Spark Jabbar exposed the clothes on his upper body, and his almost nightmare body was covered with penetrating wounds, shattering wounds, and burns, but the most shocking thing was not the scars on the man's body, but the gesture that smiled slightly under the scars—the smile of the ghost.

"So, little guy, take away the qualification as a ghost from me, hahaha~~"

Even in his old age, the strongest fighter on the One Piece ship was in high spirits and crazy about battle when he saw his own kind. Above the man's aged body, under the loose skin, countless meridians began to erupt, like a dragon, and began to riot.

"Come to war, little ghost~"

The old man gasped, and the scorching heat in his body began to form a faint layer of mist on his body.

"You're old."

The Sith pulled his head out of that place almost instantly, only to be replaced by a fist that shimmered with pitch black light in its place.

Even though the Sith knew that the man was wearing a fingered tiger on his hand, the Sith still used his fist.

The Sith inherited the bloodline of Whitebeard, the bloodline of the Giant King, but he also inherited the Iron Fist as the strongest naval soldier in the world.

"Bone Fist: Star One"

The Sith even began to breathe softly before using this move, and as he drew the air around him, his fists began to erupt with an even more terrifying aura.

"This is the first move I realized when I fought against my father, the first move of the Iron Fist."

At this time, the man silently put away his defensive offensive, but straightened his chest, and used his strong body to resist the punch, although the price was that a huge humanoid hole appeared on the ship, starting from the bow and spreading to the stern, but, in the next moment, the Sith pulled out the naginata in his hand and slowly walked towards the man who slowly stood up in the smoke.

"Your eyes are really like the old lion, no, you are much more fierce than the old lion, but you are frightened, although the old lion who is still strong is no longer worthy of the wrath of you, the beastmaster, so, you are seeking, you are looking for a beast that can make you feel threatened, and then kill him."

"So, I chose you, little one, you're really amazing."

After forcibly letting the mark on his chest disappear, the man fully showed the posture that had been restrained all these years.

"I went to learn qigong after I left the captain, and to be honest, it's quite a strong technique, but I never thought of it......"

The next words, the Sith did not hear, for he knew that the man had already told him what he thought by his actions.

Spark Jabba, a man who is stronger than any beast, likes to wear sunglasses to retract his fierce eyes even if he is old, and he completely shows his majesty.

Sith picked up the naginata in his hand, and in the next moment, an axe draped heavily over the hilt of the naginata in front of him, and on the other side, the armed domineering roared into the man's fist.

"I'm not like Karp, he's a cultivator, but I don't, my fists are inherently heavy."

The Sith puffed out his chest silently.

The man's face seemed to feel something, and a terrible smile appeared on his face.

"If Karp is the navy that pushes the armed color to the peak, then, as a pirate, the person who is at the peak of his attainments in the armed color domineering is not Kaido at all, not Whitebeard, but an old man, boy."

Old man, even if he is old, but even if the beastmaster is old, he is also the beastmaster, so the new imp ......

The Sith puffed up his chest in silence, and even in the next moment, the Sith swung the axe from Spark Jabba's hand with one hand, and unsuspectingly threw his arms in front of the man's fist.

A punch that wants to understand a person's words.

Dad, I think, you learned from this man, quite a powerful man, even the current posture is the same, so, it's up to me to accept your punch, kindred.