Byndi World stood quietly at the edge of the pit, a disdainful smile on his lips, his gaze as sharp as a blade, piercing directly at Pepper, who was lying in the pit.
Pepper was weak all over, unable to move, but the spirit of not admitting defeat in the depths of his heart was still burning.
He barely curled the corners of his mouth, revealing a sneer, even though he looked so embarrassed at the moment.
"The West Blue Sea is not the only one who opposes you!"
Pepper's voice was hoarse but firm, as if issuing a challenge with his last strength.
Byndi World snorted coldly, looking down at Pepper, his eyes full of contempt:
"I heard someone claim that you are the strongest in the West Blue Sea."
His tone was somewhat mocking, as if to say that these so-called strongmen were nothing but chickens and dogs, vulnerable to a single blow.
Pepper gritted his teeth, and a mixture of humiliation and anger surged in his heart. He knew that Byndi World's words were not entirely unreasonable—the current situation was indeed as he said, he had been beaten into a deep pit, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up.
However, Pepper knew in his heart that the real victory or defeat had not yet been revealed.
Only by experiencing it personally can you know the outcome.
He took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, as if mobilizing the last of his strength.
He was unwilling to admit defeat, and even more unwilling to be looked down upon by the other party.
He roared suddenly, his voice like thunder, echoing around.
The body lying in the big pit actually began to struggle to get up with difficulty, every inch of muscle was trembling, but that unyielding will supported him to continue upward.
"Stop watching the show, let's go together!"
Pepper's roar was filled with unquestionable determination.
His eyes were firm and full of fighting spirit, as if the flame of hope had been rekindled.
Before he finished speaking, several figures quietly appeared in the air like ghosts, all standing opposite Byndi World.
These people were all famous powerhouses in the West Blue Sea, and they had a tacit understanding with each other.
At this moment, their eyes met, and they released their fighting spirit without reservation.
Their only purpose was to drive Byndi World out of the West Blue Sea.
"Kill him!!!"
A roar resounded through the sky, instantly igniting the atmosphere of the entire battlefield.
Pepper's roar exploded in the air like thunder, shaking the surroundings as if they were trembling.
His crumbling body actually burst out with amazing power at this moment. He stepped on his feet, and the entire ground seemed to vibrate.
In an instant, his figure disappeared from the spot, and when he reappeared, he was standing beside those powerhouses in the West Blue Sea.
These people are all well-known gangsters and pirates in the West Blue Sea, and their names are known to everyone in this sea area.
At this moment, each of them had a deep coldness on their faces, and their eyes revealed cold calculations and distrust.
Although they stood on the same front, everyone knew that their cooperation was only a temporary measure—for their own interests, they temporarily put aside their prejudices.
But when this battle is over, who can trust whom? Who can really stand to the end?
Several people's eyes met briefly in the air, and then, a trace of tacit understanding appeared in their cold eyes.
There was no verbal communication, but they had reached a consensus—first solve the immediate threat, and then plan for the future.
Accompanied by Pepper's re-emergence, they seemed to have gained confidence, and they took a step forward tacitly, and all attacked Byndi World.
However, Byndi World didn't care about this.
He smiled coldly, with an innate arrogance on his face.
His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, scanning the enemies rushing towards him.
There was no ripple in his heart, and he even felt a little disdainful.
In his opinion, these people are just clowns, no matter how loud their background is, their fate has long been doomed.
"Fighting one person or fighting eight people is the same to me."
Byndi World's tone was tinged with contempt, and his indifferent attitude made people feel extremely oppressed.
He was sure that the final victor would be him.
His confidence comes not only from his own strength, but also from his years of insight and control over his enemies.
He slowly raised his hand, the muscles on his arm bulged like iron, and his eyes revealed a cold killing intent.
Accompanied by his movements, the air seemed to be filled with tension and oppressive aura, as if in the next second, an irrepressible battle would break out.
For him, this battle was just a passing scene, and he had already decided the ending—the winner is king, and the loser is the bandit.
Byndi World stood there, the cold smile on his face becoming more and more obvious.
His eyes locked on the enemies rushing towards him, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his heart.
He knew that these people all wanted his life, but he also knew that the gap in strength could not be made up by numbers.
He muttered to himself, his voice tinged with playfulness:
"Increase——100x speed."
As soon as he finished speaking, it was as if an invisible force exploded in his body.
His body instantly burst out with a strong energy, and the surrounding air trembled because of his existence.
His figure disappeared from the spot in an instant, leaving only a blurred afterimage, as if he was still standing there and had not moved.
During the super-high-speed movement, Byndi World's eyes were cold as ice, but his heart was full of fighting spirit and contempt.
His vision captured every tiny movement of the enemy on the opposite side, and their expressions and movements were infinitely slowed down in his eyes, as if time stood still for him alone.
This speed gives him enough time to think about the next attack, and the enemy has not even noticed his existence.
"Increase——100x Slash."
He whispered again, his voice like from the abyss, cold and ruthless.
Instantly, the knife in his hand began to change, and the blade quickly expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming a hundred times larger.
The blade was like a mountain range lying across the sky, and the speed of the slash doubled with his speed, instantly breaking through the limit that ordinary people could understand.
The light of the knife cut through the sky, almost without any obstacles.
His knife slashed out, as if splitting the entire space, the air was instantly torn apart, making a harsh sonic boom.
In the instant the blade flashed, most of the eight people on the opposite side didn't even have time to react, and the scene in front of them had already changed.
The bodies of those strong men stagnated in the instant the light of the knife flashed, and Byndi World's cold and merciless face was reflected in their pupils, and then they felt the fatal threat brought by the blade.
But their reaction was too late, the speed of the blade exceeded the limit of their thinking, and the huge force exploded on them, like a flood and beast that swallowed them instantly.
Byndi World stopped, the blade trembled slightly in the air, as if unwilling to such an easy victory.
His eyes were cold and merciless, scanning the enemies who were hit by the slash, their bodies fell like puppets with broken strings, and blood splattered in the air.
There was no ripple in his heart, and all of this was within his expectations.
Byndi World sneered in his heart, and drops of blood dripped from the blade, staining the ground red under his feet.
He knew that the ending of this battle was doomed from the beginning—no matter how hard they tried, they could not shake him in the slightest.
"This is the gap."
