Self-discipline! Have You Ever Seen Marin Vando at Four in the Morning?

　　The stimulation that he brought to Akainu this time will make him fully explode all his potential.

　　Maybe it won't take long,

　　He will burst into a light that will make everyone on this sea look at him.

　　"The overlord is domineering...I didn't expect that Sakaski would have such a consciousness and courage..."

　　At this time, Zefa also came over with a melancholy face, shook his head and smiled bitterly.

　　He looked at Roy carefully, and after confirming that the latter's injury did not have much impact, he suddenly asked suspiciously:

　　"Why don't you seem surprised that Sakaski can awaken the domineering domineering?"

　　It's not too surprising that the pirates awakened the domineering domineering look.

　　Because pirates are naturally free and rebellious, and they are unrestrained and not subject to anyone's suppression, so in the sea area of ​​​​the new world, there are pirates with domineering and domineering looks, like crucian carp crossing the river.

　　But the Navy is different.

　　Because of the navy system, it was decided from the beginning that as a navy, the sword of the world government will always hang over your head.

　　The vast majority of the navy will never get rid of this restraint and oppression in their entire lives, awakening the domineering domineering look of the overlord.

　　——No matter how powerful and superior your talent is, it is useless.

　　As far as Zepha knows,

　　The history of the Navy headquarters,

　　Successfully awakened the domineering and domineering navy,

　　Only a handful.

　　empty steel,

　　Karp,

　　Buddha's Warring States,

　　And there's Roy.

　　These are the famous figures who set off countless storms in their respective eras.

　　And now in addition to Roy's former navy,

　　Sakaski also got rid of such shackles and successfully found his own direction.

　　Hearing Zefa's question, Roy shook his head and smiled:

　　"Teacher Zefa, in fact, I am not surprised that Sakaski can awaken the domineering spirit of the overlord."

　　Zefa frowned.

　　Roy's statement, how does it feel that he is more familiar with and understands Sakaski than his teacher.

　　"You expected it long ago?"

　　Roy nodded and said:

　　"Sooner or later."

　　He looked at the direction of the distant red soil continent from a distance.

　　Even at such a great distance, he could vaguely see the smoke of gunpowder that covered the sky and the sun.

　　This fire almost destroyed most of the Holy Land Mary Joa.

　　He continued:

　　"Sakaski is a very pure soldier, yes, but his character is doomed that he is not a soldier who blindly follows orders."

　　"Back then in O'Hara in the West Sea, the military had already issued an order to stop the attack, but he still continued to order the use of artillery to attack the refuge ship..."

　　"He's not trying to better execute orders, but to root out what he considers 'evil'."

　　"Although I don't agree with this, I admit that he has his own beliefs."

　　"And this belief... In his view, no one can stop it."

　　Zefa frowned even tighter.

　　"What if the one who stopped him was the World Government?"

　　Roy's smile became more intense.

　　"Not even the world government."

　　"Teacher Zefa, to be honest, I'm looking forward to it."

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Chapter 682

　　"Mr. Tiger!!"

　　"What's the matter with you, Mr. Tiger?"

　　"Come on people!!"

　　"..."

　　At this time, a sudden burst of commotion and noise directly interrupted Roy and Zefa's contemplation.

　　Hearing the panicked voices and exclamations from the crowd, their expressions changed at the same time, and they hurriedly turned around.

　　I saw the slaves crowded together, looking panicked and anxious.

　　"what happened?"

　　Roy's heart sank suddenly, and an extremely disturbing thought appeared in his mind.

　　He immediately crowded towards the crowd, saying - "Get out of the way".

　　When the slave crowd heard Roy's voice, they all let out a passage.

　　Roy, Zefa, and Fujitora came to the center of the crowd, and the scene that caught their eyes made them gasp.

　　Fisher Tiger, the strong-bodied leader of the murlocs, the revolutionary of the slave rescue movement this time, lay helplessly in a pool of blood, his eyes drooping.

　　"What exactly happened!?"

　　"Isn't Mr. Tiger alright just now!?"

　　Roy didn't know why, but suddenly there was an inexplicable anger, and he roared out of control.

　　Zefa next to him looked at Roy with a complicated expression, looked at his student, and let out a long sigh in his heart.

　　Over the years, no matter what happened, even because of the incident of Don Quixote Doflamingo, Roy was forced to accept a public trial in front of the whole world...

　　Facing such a desperate situation, Zefa had never seen Roy showing such an out of control expression.

　　In his eyes, Roy has always been calm and composed, even in the face of despair and despair that ordinary people cannot bear, he will not have the slightest pessimism, let alone despair.

　　but now,

　　Seeing Fisher Tiger dying in front of him like this, the pressure and negative emotions that he had accumulated in his heart for so many years finally burst out.

　　But as soon as Roy's words came out, he was stunned.

　　Because he had already seen that under Fisher Tiger's thin clothes, a shocking wound was faintly hidden.

　　A piece of shrapnel the size of the palm of the hand exploded, and it was firmly embedded in his left abdomen, straight into the internal organs.

　　The gushing blood continued to pour out from the terrifying wound.

　　No one noticed this just now.

　　"He deliberately concealed his injuries."

　　Zefa sighed, his expression gradually stained with sadness.

　　There was silence.

　　The sky was as gloomy as ever, despairingly dark.

　　The wind is cold,

　　Chilling.

　　Zefa shook his head vaguely towards Roy.

　　Roy gritted his teeth,

　　"Does anyone here know medicine?"

　　No one answered.

　　These people present are slaves.

　　There is no way the world government and the Draconians could take a doctor to be a slave.

　　Because there is no need for that.

　　The slaves in their hands are only for pleasure.

　　"It's okay, Marshal Roy."

　　At this time, a hoarse and weak voice sounded slowly.

　　Roy was shocked.

　　I saw Fisher Tiger, who was lying in a pool of blood, opened his eyelids with difficulty, and the pupils that gradually darkened and lost their light seemed to be dilated at any time.

　　His voice was hoarse, and every word he uttered seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

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　　But there was a soft and mellow smile on his face.

　　"I know I can't last long."

　　Fisher Tiger looked at Roy calmly. There was no fear of death in his pupils, only generosity and indifference.