After retiring from the Navy, I became a doting husband.

Martin's lips curled into a slight smile, and the next moment, he leaped into the air, using Moonwalk to immediately catch up, passing through the cotton candy-like clouds.

He found himself standing on the clouds. The golden lion had vanished, and the clouds blocked his Observation Haki from tracking him.

Yes, he stood lightly on the clouds, the ground beneath his feet was very soft and comfortable, which made Martin curiously lower his head.

If this happened on Earth in the past, someone who could walk on clouds would definitely be mistaken for a god and worshipped by many people.

Sky Island?

Indeed, in the world of One Piece, it seems that only Skypiea has these cloud formations.

However, some clouds were hollow. Martin accidentally stepped on one and instantly fell off. He had to use Moonwalk to do so.

To be honest, Enel should only be in his early twenties right now!

I wonder if he swallowed the Rumble-Rumble Fruit!

Martin recalled the official information about Enel and, combined with the current time period, his analysis was fairly accurate.

If he hadn't swallowed it, he would have been able to get the Rumble-Rumble Fruit first.

After all, this fruit is hailed as one of the most invincible abilities.

The moment Enel used it, it was loved by countless One Piece fans. However, Enel was too useless. He dared to call himself a god.

This proves the saying: the more ignorant a person is, the more arrogant they become.

So this time.

Martin is determined to get his hands on the Rumble-Rumble Fruit; if he's going to eat it, he'll eat the Rumble-Rumble Fruit.

But what's the meaning of Shiki the Golden Lion bringing me to Skypiea?

Does the Sky Island pose a threat to me?

Bang!

Bang!

Using Moonwalk, Martin nimbly traversed the white sea, which resembled clouds, and moved forward with the direction of the ocean current.

however.

Just as he was about to approach Angel Island.

He encountered a group of Shandians wearing Skypiea-style Waver suits. They were burly, with intricate symbols painted on their faces and chests, and carrying single-barreled cannons on their shoulders. They seemed to have spotted Martin and, led by a middle-aged man, aggressively approached and surrounded him.

Martin was looking at the guerrillas, wondering where to find a guide, when they unexpectedly delivered themselves to his doorstep.

who are you?

The middle-aged man leading the group looked at them with scrutiny and spoke in a cold voice.

Martin didn't answer; instead, he looked around at the scenery.

Ok?

The middle-aged man and the others were all taken aback by Martin's perplexing behavior.

The middle-aged man quickly scrutinized Martin from head to toe, noticing that his clothing style was completely different from theirs and the Sky Island people's. Then, as if suddenly realizing something, he exclaimed in surprise, "You're from the Blue Sea?!"

"what?"

His companions stared at Martin in astonishment upon hearing this.

This time, Martin nodded: "Yes, I came from down below."

The middle-aged man's pupils contracted: "Blue Sea Man, how did you get to the Sky Island?"

People from the Blue Ocean are usually unable to get up here; those who do have special methods and must be dealt with with caution.

Martin observed the changes in the middle-aged man's expression, smiled, and said calmly, "I just wandered in by accident. You don't need to be nervous. A man named Shiki tricked me into coming here."

These words were spoken.

This alerted the middle-aged man and his companions, and two burly men carrying artillery shells on their shoulders immediately aimed at Martin.

For a moment, the air froze, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Of course, only the middle-aged man and his companion were nervous. As for Martin, he calmly glanced at them, smiled inwardly, and finally fixed his gaze on the middle-aged man, continuing, "Could you take me to meet your master?"

"Sky Island isn't a place a mere Blue Ocean dweller like you can just trespass on!"

"Moreover, all signs indicate that you are highly suspicious. Now, the Blue Ocean people advise you not to act rashly and to come with us!"

The middle-aged man, his face ashen, righteously and firmly rejected Martin's proposal, even harboring great suspicion towards him.

Hearing the other party say that.

Martin smirked, a sinister smile playing on his lips: "What exactly are you guys up to?"

on!

A glint of shrewdness flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, and he decided not to waste any more words on him.

next second.

A man and a woman beside him, looking quite dashing, wielded spears and launched a rapid attack on Martin.

Martin didn't even need to use his abilities; he simply ducked and retreated, easily dodging the thrusts of the two spears.

Go to hell, Blue Ocean people!

boom!

One of the burly men carrying the cannon barrel shouted angrily.

A streak of fire shot out from the dark, cold cannon barrel. Martin's eyes flickered slightly, and using his Observation Haki, he calmly judged the trajectory of the shell. He simply tilted his head and watched the shell glide past his face.

Drink up!

At this moment, the middle-aged man made his move. He leaped into the air, his spear gleaming like a venomous snake poised to strike, and instantly stabbed down at Martin.

Martin gave a cold laugh, raised his right hand, and enveloped it in Armament Haki.

then.

He extended his index finger and pointed it at the tip of the spear as it thrust down.

when!

He deflected the sharp spear with just one finger.

How can this be?

Alexander's attack was blocked by him with just one finger?!

The middle-aged man and his companions were stunned and speechless by Martin's performance.

It seems your attacks cannot harm me.

Martin took in their astonished expressions, smiled knowingly, and continued, "Well then, it's my turn to attack."

As soon as he finished speaking...

boom!

Instantly, a domineering aura erupted from his body, fiercely charging towards the middle-aged man and his companions.

thump!

thump!

thump!

One blast after another, and unsurprisingly, everyone, including the middle-aged man, was knocked unconscious instantly.

Martin glanced at the middle-aged man who had collapsed beside him, a smirk playing on his lips.

The people on the Sky Island weren't strong to begin with, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to be ruled by Enel for over a decade.

Should we go find Enel and talk to that guy, and ask him to find Shiki, since that guy has the Mind Network?

Once we find Shiki, we'll give that old bastard a good spanking...

Chapter 166 God of the Sky Island

I waited for about ten minutes.

The middle-aged man and the others finally woke up, slowly opening their eyes. When they saw Martin sitting on the marble table beside them, they gave him a warm, aunt-like smile.

not good!

The middle-aged man was the first to react, and he nervously tried to pick up the spear.

Swish!

Martin gently waved his hand, instantly striking the middle-aged man's outstretched right hand.

Ah!

The middle-aged man's arm was severed, and he let out a miserable scream in pain before collapsing to the ground.

"Alexander?!"

His companions' expressions changed drastically, and they shouted anxiously.

"Don't worry, he won't die for now."

Martin spoke to them expressionlessly.

Then, he looked at the middle-aged man whose face was unusually pale, and said in a cold voice, "If you don't want your companions to die, take me to your temple."

Upon hearing this, a hint of fear flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes. In order to protect his companions, he quickly nodded repeatedly: "Okay, I'll take you there."

The guerrillas had just realized how formidable Martin was through their encounter.

They are definitely not demons they can afford to provoke.

This person is definitely an extraordinary strongman.

Throughout the journey, they dared not resist and obediently acted as guides.

The place where the gods reside is the Isle of God, which the middle-aged men call the Sanctuary. It is the place where the gods live, and mortals have never been allowed to set foot there since the ages, except for the leaders of the Shandians.

With a rumble, the small boat-shaped Veyron sped across the sea of ​​clouds, leaving a long trail of white smoke. The middle-aged man, whose pale complexion had recovered after being treated by his companions, piloted the Veyron and said to Martin standing behind him, "We are about to enter the realm of the gods, and we may be watched by the high priest at any time."