I am the Bandit King of the East Sea.

Redfield's price to pay was minimal; he merely promised not to use his Observation Haki to read minds on him anymore.

But to be honest, this happened 12 years ago, and the two sides haven't seen each other for 12 years.

Having been provoked by Sigmund, Redfield subconsciously used his Observation Haki, which was indeed a breach of his promise.

"Breaking my promise back then was indeed wrong of me," Redfield admitted.

“So, since the promise has been broken, you can take back the power that made me age backwards at any time… But there’s absolutely no way you’ll get me on your pirate ship,” Redfield said decisively.

He has now found the Vampire Fruit, which not only restored his youth and made him eternally young, but also made him a Mythical Zoan-type Devil Fruit user.

Therefore, whether he has regressed 12 years or not is actually irrelevant now.

Instead of relying on other ability users to maintain their youth like Golden Lion, it's better to become an ability user yourself. This way, you won't develop new weaknesses.

Under the moonlight, Redfield's form began to change. His ears became pointed, his teeth became sharp, and his wings spread out. He had transformed into a vampire.

He reached out and gripped the long umbrella tightly, his dark Armament Haki covering it. Under the moonlight, the umbrella resembled a long sword forged from metal, reflecting a cold light.

“Sig, it’s been many years since we last met. Since your comeback in recent years, I’ve heard a lot about you.”

"You pierced through the Red Line, killed Rocks, and impersonated him to launch the God Valley War... You really are something, keeping us old-timers completely in the dark."

Redfield's previously indifferent eyes now revealed a fierce fighting spirit. He gripped his long umbrella and unleashed a torrent of blood-red sword light.

A thick, bloody light ripped through the night sky, but just as it was about to reach Sieg, his body suddenly collapsed into a lump of soft mud, managing to twist to the side and avoid the lightning-fast attack.

Life is returned to the modified body, and moves like Paper Drawing Slime, in Sieg's hands, have an evasion ability similar to that of Liquid Tom in the past.

Clang!

A crimson sword light swept across Sieg's body, cleaving several warships in two. A long white line was cleaved across the vast sea, stretching all the way to the horizon.

“What does this mean, Redfield?” Sieg shrugged.

"We settled our old scores back in Water Seven, didn't we?"

"Moreover, the Treasure Tree Adam was originally something I acquired. If you want it, I can give you better Walbourne alloy material, as well as the world's number one shipwright."

“You’re right.” Redfield gripped the long umbrella in his hand and said calmly:

"But what reason do pirates need for their battles?"

Having regained his youth by acquiring the abilities of a Mythical Zoan, he naturally yearns to fight his former rival and avenge his humiliation.

As for Adam the Tree? Shipbuilding?

After seeing Sieg, these minor details no longer mattered.

“Alright then.” Sig frowned, his body levitating as he quickly flew away into the distance.

"I concede, you win."

The Adam Tree is already in hand, and Redfield is clearly not someone who can be persuaded with words alone; after all, he's not Luffy from the movie.

“They ran away…” Redfield gripped his long umbrella, his earlier fighting spirit now replaced by bewilderment.

Is this kind of weak, verbal surrender what he wants? Is this empty fame of defeating the bandit king?

When enemies who haven't seen each other for many years meet again, shouldn't they be filled with fighting spirit and fight each other to determine the victor?

Sieg doesn't seem to have any intention of fighting him. Does this mean he looks down on him and doesn't consider him an opponent?

"Sig, wait a minute." Redfield spread his bat wings and chased after her under the night sky.

He pondered for a moment, and finally secretly used his Observation Haki to read Sig's thoughts again.

"His idea is... something that doesn't benefit him? He doesn't want to do it?" Redfield was a little taken aback.

He pondered for a moment, and an idea came to him.

"Sigurd, aren't you curious about those naval fleets you just created? They were actually created by a mythical beast's ability."

Redfield folded up his long umbrella, picked up a gold pen from his breast pocket, and with his other hand took a leaf and wrote a name on it with the gold pen.

Sig.

With a loud thud.

The leaf vanished from Redfield's hand, replaced by an ordinary-looking figure with a charmingly eccentric air, standing in the air beside Redfield.

"I am the King of the Mountain Bandits, and I shall suppress all enemies in the world!"

When that deep and familiar voice came, Sieg, who was flying away into the distance, suddenly stopped.

If he weren't flying in the sky right now, his toes would be digging into the detached villa again.

These lines are okay when other people say them.

But when I see another version of myself making lewd remarks with a serious expression from a third-person perspective, I always feel a strange sense of shame.

Sig in mid-air suddenly turned around and stared at the fake Sig across the distance.

"The original form 12 years from now? Not bad." Fake Sig narrowed his eyes and said casually.

Redfield was slightly relieved; he had finally managed to stop Sieg.

"This is the power of the Mythical Zoan type, the Tanuki-tanuki Fruit, which allows me to conjure up any person or thing that has ever existed, based on the memories in a person's mind, using the Transformation Leaf..."

Redfield explained.

He was born with extremely strong Observation Haki, and was born to stand at the pinnacle where countless powerful beings could only look up to him.

Not only can it see into people's hearts, but it can also directly read people's memories by simply reaching out and touching their heads at close range. It can be said that it has trained its Observation Haki to a level close to that of the Gaze-Gaze ​​Fruit.

The fake Sig beside him was the Sig from his memory from the time when the fifty-six kings of Water 7 besieged the city 12 years ago.

The two Siegs looked at each other across the distance, like two sides of a mirror, their temperament and expressions exactly the same.

Across the vast expanse of the sky, Sig seemed to see his former self.

Although it is just a fake created using Devil Fruit powers, the original model is, after all, Higuma himself from 12 years ago.

He didn't listen carefully to Redfield's explanation; he made a gun shape with his five fingers and pointed it at the fake Sieg next to Redfield.

“Biu~” Sig murmured.

A tiny crescent-shaped shockwave shot out from the fingertip, tearing through the sky like lightning.

For an instant.

The fake Sieg next to Redfield had a bloody hole between his eyebrows, completely pierced by that tiny crescent-shaped shockwave.

“You…” Fake Sig’s eyes widened slightly, a hint of shock in his gaze as he looked at Sig in the distance.

The two people looked exactly alike, but at that moment he felt as if he were seeing a complete stranger.

"So, things are different now?"

The unchanging solemnity and coldness on Fake Sieg's face disappeared, his brows gradually relaxed, and there seemed to be a sense of relief in his expression that Redfield could not understand.

Peng.

His figure turned into wisps of smoke and disappeared into the wind.

"This... it was just scattered like that? In one blow?" Redfield was also stunned.

He wasn't unaware of Sigurd's sudden attack; he was just surprised that the second Sigurd, created with the power of the Tanuki-tanuki Fruit, couldn't have dodged such an attack.

The power of the Tanuki-tanuki Fruit can perfectly replicate the power of a Devil Fruit user.

Several admirals of the Navy, as well as Garp the Iron Fist, regardless of whether they were Devil Fruit users or not, were able to reproduce the appearance of the Tanuki-tanuki Fruit almost perfectly, making it nearly indistinguishable from the real thing.

With a powerful figure like Redfield supporting them, the illusion of a powerful figure they create will naturally be strong as well.

Garp and Akainu can reproduce it almost perfectly, but why... is it that only the transformation leaf that creates Higu seems unable to reproduce Higu's abilities?

"Never mind." The lone red looked straight at Sig, and a second deformed leaf appeared in his hand.

"Are you just going to leave like this, Sig?"

"With the power of the transforming leaf, I can create another one of you at any time."

Redfield waved the leaf in his hand, half threatening, half tempting:

“How about a deformed leaf as the stake for the win or loss between us?” Redfield asked.

He needs to use some bait to get a chance to fight Sieg.

“One isn’t enough. We need at least ten.” Sieg tried to bargain:

"Or you can join us as a condition for the exchange."

“Impossible,” Redfield refused outright.

For someone who can read minds, any verbal bargaining is meaningless; they already know your bottom line.

"Or you can try to snatch it from my hands yourself."

The sound was still far away when it was first uttered, but by the time the last word was spoken, Redfield's figure had already swept across the vast sky and appeared before Sieg, his long umbrella slashing down with force.

The sword of former world's greatest swordsman, Hawkeye Mihawk, is the world's number one black sword, Yoru.

Redfield, however, was different; he didn't even have a sword.

The weapon in his hand was just an ordinary black umbrella, without a blade or edge, not even a sword.

But when this sword was unleashed, the crimson sword light seemed to pierce through the sky, splitting the night sky in two.

It wasn't just about having a grand display of power; Redfield seemed to know how Sieg would dodge, and the angle of his sword strike left Sieg with no way to avoid it.

An ordinary long umbrella, in Redfield's hands, is in no way inferior to the black sword forged by a so-called great swordsman with a lifetime of effort.

Chapter 1253 The Lonely Red (4k)

Redfield's Observation Haki is so powerful that he can read other people's thoughts and even their memories.

When this ability is applied in combat, it is like foreseeing the future, completely understanding all of Sig's actions.

When he unleashed his sword strike, even Sieg, who was proficient in the Six Styles, had no way to dodge. In the end, he could only raise his arm horizontally in front of his chest, and his whole body and arm rapidly expanded and hardened.

Armament Haki, Iron Body, Life Return... Sigurd's skill in stacking armor is getting higher and higher. When he raised his arm, all preparations were complete.

With a muffled thud, Sieg flew backward several meters before coming to a stop in mid-air.

He glanced at his arm, only to see two long, narrow bloody scratches.