One Piece: New Century Hextech Warriors

Sith entered a strange state.

He didn't feel like he had suddenly become much stronger, nor did he have any immediate thought of taking over Im's bird position.

A sudden cacophony of voices filled his mind—

"Children, live on!"

This is Bellemere's voice before he was shot by the dragon.

"Brother, I'm so afraid I'll never be able to save enough money!"

This is the sound of Nami stealing from all over the sea, living hand to mouth, in order to raise 100 million Berries.

"You brat, avenge me!"

This is the sound of Zephyr being killed by his own disciple, Kizaru.

"Help me! Help everyone!"

This is Tina's desperate voice as she faces the tsunami that engulfs the world.

……

These voices ultimately shouted out the same name—

Sith.

These voices ultimately expressed the same emotion—

Dissatisfied!

"Twenty years have passed."

Sith suddenly chuckled softly.

Since arriving in this world twenty years ago, a faint fear has lingered in Sith's heart, causing him to wake up in a cold sweat on many nights.

Perhaps that's why he awakened the Hextech system.

He wasn't really interested in One Piece or the One Piece.

He was just very indignant. Did not having bloodline mean he was destined to become the Celestial Dragons' dog, or just watch everything head towards tragedy?

Why should I?!

"I want all those gods to vanish into thin air!"

The emotions suppressed for many years were finally released at this moment, and the raging Conqueror's Haki was unleashed. The vast sky seemed to shrink in the face of this aura.

Click!

Doflamingo's sunglasses cracked from the Conqueror's Haki, shattering into pieces that revealed a pair of utterly astonished eyes.

"Impossible, this kind of guy shouldn't have awakened Conqueror's Haki."

He muttered to himself nervously, trying desperately to convince himself.

Conqueror's Haki is a kingly aura that only one in a million can awaken, and it can be counted on one hand in the entire ocean.

He's had the heart of a king since he was a child, so it's normal for him to awaken Conqueror's Haki, but why does this Navy kid have it too?!

In a daze, Dover felt as if his worldview had been shattered, as if he had suddenly discovered that the pure and innocent beauty who had only ever loved him had suddenly started dating a young, blond boy.

Wait, this kid really does have blond hair!

"Doflamingo, why is your Conqueror's Haki so weak? Keep going."

Sith grinned and strode toward him.

hum-

As he approached, Doflamingo instantly felt a pressure far stronger than his own, and his Conqueror's Haki weakened considerably, even causing his knees to buckle slightly.

"Are you kidding me? My Conqueror's Haki is definitely superior to yours!"

Doflamingo let out a beast-like roar, his aura surging to its peak as he unleashed an even more powerful Conqueror's Haki attack on Sith.

"Strong and powerful, with strong and powerful teeth!"

Sith sensed that Doflamingo's Conqueror's Haki was also growing stronger, and laughed with satisfaction amidst the swirling winds.

Conqueror's Haki cannot be cultivated later in life, but like other forms of Haki, it must be honed through clashes with strong opponents.

At this moment, when he collided with Doflamingo, Sith clearly felt that his Conqueror's Haki was undergoing a qualitative change.

The purity has been greatly improved.

Click!

As the two overwhelming forces collided, a circular wave of black and red energy dissipated, followed by several menacing bolts of lightning that shot straight towards the sky.

Rumbling--

A rumble of thunder echoed in the sky, and the thick clouds were violently torn apart by these two powerful forces, revealing the blue sky behind them.

On a distant warship, Vice Admiral Tsuru gently wiped the sweat from his neck with a handkerchief, shaking his head and chuckling softly.

"Ha, I never thought I'd see this view in my lifetime."

Having lived for decades, He had only witnessed the clash of Conqueror's Haki with those old guys from the past a few times, so long ago that she had almost forgotten about it.

I never imagined that I would witness such a breathtaking scene at my age.

"Sister He, was that an effect created by Dover and Sith?"

Gion gently bit her red lips, her gaze fixed on the crack in the sky.

The crane chuckled:

"What's wrong? Feeling inferior because you've been left far behind by your juniors?"

She understood how proud her younger sister was, after all, Gion was determined to become the first female admiral in the navy.

Previously, Gion had some reservations about Sith, but now that she has seen Sith unleash such power that only top-tier experts possess, it's understandable that she feels somewhat disappointed.

To everyone's surprise, Gion suddenly shook her head, a smile of excitement spreading across her lips.

"Of course not."

"I've always thought those guys my age in the Navy were too weak. Uriel Sith is so interesting, I definitely need to go visit him more often!"

She gently stroked the hilt of the sword, as if to soothe Kimbira, or perhaps to calm her own restless heart.

While the naval warships were speeding along, the Don Quixote family's ship was also in a flurry of activity.

"Check the sails!"

"Oarsmen, get in position!"

"Is the artillery ready?!"

Torrepol, snotty-nosed, ran around the ship, panting heavily, while the other family members busied themselves with their tasks.

They had just boarded the ship and, according to Dover's plan, immediately began preparations for departure, ready to help Dover escape at any time.

Upon seeing the menacing black and red lightning, Trebol's heart sank to the bottom. They never expected to encounter a Marine who possessed Conqueror's Haki.

It's too late to regret it now. They can't interfere in a battle of this magnitude. All they can do is arrange a way out for their young master as soon as possible.

"Monet, you absolutely mustn't let me down."

Torrepol prayed silently in his heart.

Whether Doflamingo can escape depends on that girl who ate the Snow-Snow Fruit.

Click, click!

The dark red lightning flashed a few more times before suddenly dissipating.

Sith's Conqueror's Haki had just awakened; it came and went quickly, but it was enough to suppress Doflamingo.

"Ugh!"

Dover collapsed to his knees, the intense dizziness causing him to foam at the mouth, barely managing to stay upright.

"Untouchables, untouchables, untouchables!"

He pounded the snow hard, cursing incessantly.

"Dover, you seem to have misunderstood something."

Sith slowly approached him, a teasing smile on his face.

"No one was born in heaven, neither you nor I, not even God."

"The Celestial Dragons are just a dispensable status, yet you treat them as the foundation of your kingship, and even now you're trying to gain that pitiful psychological satisfaction through your bloodline."

"You are so ugly."

He wasn't saying this to deliberately provoke Dover; it was just the truth.

According to the latest information he remembered, Im and Joy Boy might actually be good friends, but they parted ways because of their different ideologies.

In other words, even the "god" on that empty throne was once just a mortal being.

But to Dover, these words were nothing short of blatant mockery. He gritted his teeth, and a few drops of crimson blood fell onto the snow.

"Sith, one day I will make you kneel before my throne!"

Sith clicked his tongue lightly:

"We'll deal with what happens later; for now, let's beat you up."

He raised his right fist, secretly activating a Gold-tier Hextech attack, when he suddenly heard Doflamingo shout:

"Now!"

A sharp whooshing sound came whistling through the air. Sith looked up and saw a green figure rapidly falling from a thousand meters in the sky, arriving in front of the two in the blink of an eye.

"Monet?"

Sith recognized the green-haired girl; she was a Snow-Snow Fruit user and a die-hard fan of Doflamingo, capable of conjuring frost wings to fly in the air.

"Young Master, hold me off!"

Monet saw the look in Siss's eyes and trembled with fear, but he still gritted his teeth and rushed to Dover.

Dover was already prepared; his right hand immediately extended several threads that tightly wrapped around Monet's body, and he quickly flew into the air with him.