Chapter 223 9-Day Thunder Single-Foot Kick
"What is this? What happened?"
Stella collapsed on the ground, covering her mouth in surprise, looking at the scene in disbelief. At this moment, she couldn't help but have an absurd idea in her mind:
Is there really still hope for me to be rescued from the Celestial Dragons?
"Stella!"
Tezoro didn't care what happened. He pushed away the suit guard who was pressing on his back after he fainted, and immediately ran towards his lover.
"This is! Dominant, Dominant Color!!"
Although the personal guard, who was the last trump card, did not faint directly, he was already sweating profusely and thought to himself that something bad was going to happen. He said with a look of horror on his face.
"Asshole, you've raised a bunch of useless bastards for nothing! Number 5, go ahead! Kill them right now! Number 5!"
Accustomed to being arrogant and domineering, Saint Chalmar had no idea what it meant that the situation was stronger than the person, and it was even more impossible for him to understand that a man of insight is a hero. He still shouted confidently at the dazed bodyguard beside him.
The reason why Saint Chalmar is still alive and kicking is not because of his own strength, but simply because Barrett feels that whipping a corpse is not as exciting as killing it freshly.
There was no name, only a guard numbered 5 who came to his senses after a long time. When he heard Saint Chalmar's order, he couldn't help but look embarrassed.
The whole team is almost wiped out before the fight even starts. Now I'm the only one left. How can I go in? Should I just go in and get killed?
Overlord color and domineering!
A strong man with the qualifications of a king may not be born among a million people. People with domineering Haki are mostly crazy. They may not necessarily care about the face of the World Government and their identity as Celestial Dragons!
And just by looking at the momentum, you can tell that the other party is very strong, at least you are definitely no match for him.
Fortunately, No. 5 has undergone "CP professional training" and his strength may be average, but his loyalty is absolutely top-notch. He is so loyal to his Celestial Dragon master that he has no thoughts of resistance. Otherwise, he would definitely take off the idiot's dog head as a token of his loyalty and then surrender to the opposite side.
Number Five whispered gently:
"Saint Charmaco, the enemy has many people and is very powerful. I am afraid that someone will rush over to harm you while I am fighting. If they accidentally hurt you, it will not be worth it even if we capture them all and cut them into pieces. I think it is better for me to let my subordinates take you to retreat first, and we will settle the score with them when the reinforcements arrive."
"Waste! You are also a waste! When you applied to be my personal bodyguard, didn't you say that you were a genius that CP only sees once in a hundred years? How come you can't even beat these people now? How could CP train a waste like you!"
Number Five's airtight speech failed to convince the Celestial Dragons who had no ability to think, and instead earned him a beating from them.
The plan of tactical retreat had already been shouted out by Saint Chalmarco, so even if they wanted to sneak away now, there was probably no chance.
Number Five helplessly put his right hand into his pocket. If the Celestial Dragons were attacked, he had the right to directly contact the Marine Headquarters and call for the admiral's support.
"Yeah!"
Just as he took out the Den Den Mushi, a tall figure suddenly appeared beside him. A cold light flashed past, and he watched his right arm holding the Den Den Mushi fall to the ground.
"Pia-ji!"
Weevil strictly followed Gel's orders and without hesitation stepped on the innocent Den Den Mushi and crushed it to pieces.
It happened so quickly that everything happened in just a moment.
"Ahhh!"
It was not until Weevil put away his knife and stood up again that Number Five let out a belated scream.
He didn't even have time to use the iron block to defend himself, so No. 5 was stunned for a full two seconds before his nervous system received the feedback of pain, causing him to let out a heart-wrenching wail.
“Damn it! You…”
Number Five's face turned pale, and before he could utter a single harsh word, he saw the expressionless Weevil swinging his knife towards him again!
So fast! Can't hide!
"Iron! Steel!"
"Puch!"
The Qinglong Sword, which was glowing with black light, did not pause for a moment after it came into contact with No. 5's body, and went straight into his body.
Guard No. 5 from CP was split in half along with his iron block of confidence.
Saint Chalmar, who was standing nearby, was splattered with blood and he collapsed to the ground powerlessly.
At this moment, the warm blood calmed him down and his mouth became completely quiet. At this moment, he finally had the chance to experience an emotion he had never experienced before, called fear!
"No, don't kill me, you can't kill me! I am a noble celestial dragon, I don't want to die yet."
Saint Chalmaco moved backwards repeatedly in a sitting position, leaving a several-meter-long trail of water on the ground that smelled of urine.
Suddenly, a hint of cruelty appeared in his eyes. He took out the golden pistol and pointed it at Stella, who was completely shocked and stunned, and threatened Weibull with an indifferent expression:
"Don't come over here! Bastard, I told you not to come over here! If you move forward again, I will shoot her to death. You want to save this lowly slave? You better not..."
"go to hell!"
All his attention was on the terrifying giant holding a big knife. When Saint Chalmar heard a roar behind him, he turned his head in horror and saw a huge shoe sole with striped patterns.
"Crack!!"
"Ow!!"
There was a sound of glass breaking, and Saint Chalmar's "rough" facial features were kicked in and collapsed. Then the noble celestial dragon let out a pig-slaughtering scream and fell to the ground.
"Clap clap clap!"
Watching Tesoro knock down the Celestial Dragon with a Nine-Sky Thunder single-leg kick, Captain Gel couldn't help but stand aside and applaud. Although the power index of the move was only half a star, this courage to resist exceeded that of too many people in this world, and Gel deserved a five-star praise for him.
"Stella! I, I'm here to save you!"
Tesoro wiped his hands roughly on his clothes, and after making sure they were clean, he reached out and gently picked up the girl who was sitting on the ground with her hands handcuffed behind her back.
"I'm so sorry! I accidentally stepped on the flowers I promised to give you on the day you were freed."
"No! Tezulo. I'm happy. I'm really happy. Woohoo! Woohoo!"
Stella was so excited that she couldn't speak. Her pretended strength was completely shattered at this moment, and tears kept falling like a string of beads with a broken string.
The pure love warrior Tezoro was a little overwhelmed for a moment and could only pat her back gently.
As a commodity, Stella, who had always been trained to smile in front of others, felt that the crying expression on her face would be ugly and rude. It must be the kind of expression that would get her beaten and starved if seen. She subconsciously buried her face deeply in Tezoro's arms, but her body was still twitching uncontrollably.
"It's okay now, Stella."
With a happy smile on his face, Tezulo quietly looked at the kind-hearted girl who changed the trajectory of his life, and stroked her soft blonde hair to comfort her.
The quiet streets and the bad guys lying on the ground form the best background for this heartwarming picture.
The silence speaks.
"Ahem, you guys are almost done, have you ever considered the audience's feelings?"
Captain Gel of the Atmosphere Destruction Team put his right fist to his mouth and coughed lightly as a reminder.
The two lonely souls who were comforted and snuggled together were brought back to reality, and then they noticed that there were five strange people wearing stockings on their heads standing next to them.
No, it’s too rude to call him a weirdo. He’s my savior!
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