Pirates: The biggest scum in naval history - Chapter 935

c455 Why not test the gun?

Finally broke through 90 points!

Predict the future!

“Looking at” the “data” of his physical fitness and ability, no matter how calm Darren was, bursts of emotion could not help but surge up in his heart.

He couldn’t remember exactly how long his knowledge and experience had been stuck at this bottleneck.

Ever since he started practicing and began to tinker with his ability to “perceive” his talents to hone and improve his strength, the practice of seeing, hearing, and hearing Haki was the most difficult thing for him.

On the one hand, it is because, as the old guy Redfield said, the improvement of the domineering power of sight, hearing, and color depends largely on spiritual practice, and it must be maintained as calmly and rationally as possible.

Darren’s fighting style inherits the fine “reckless” tradition of the older generation of the navy like Garp and Zefa who are open-minded and do whatever they don’t accept. At the same time, it is also mixed with “reckless men” like Golden Lion and Barrett. He has a crazy style of “life or death”, not to mention completely transforming into a magnetic field guy after awakening from the devil fruit… Under the influence of so many factors, it is really difficult to keep him in a “calm and rational” mentality. .

On the other hand, thanks to his strong physical body, Darren has a higher error tolerance rate than most people in the crazy fight of life and death. This has also led him to develop a habit of not liking to dodge, but preferring to dodge. The fighting habit of “exchanging injuries for injuries”.

The combination of the two caused Darren’s practice of seeing, hearing, color and domineering to stagnate and make it difficult to make progress, and he has not been able to break through the 90-point mark.

But now, with the guidance of Redfield, a legendary powerhouse, he finally succeeded in breaking through.

After exhaling a long breath, Darren couldn’t help but smile.

After adjusting his breathing, the light in his eyes gradually converged, and the whole person suddenly entered an immersed and quiet state.

A strange red light flashed in his pupils, and even in such a dark and gloomy environment, everything around him was clearly presented in his mind.

The prisoners in the cell stared at him nervously, carefully suppressing their breathing, lest they be noticed by themselves;

Magellan stood obediently at the exit gate, looking at him curiously;

In the deepest cell of the prison, “Lonely Red” Redfield leaned his back against the wall, looking quietly with his eyes closed to rest. At this time, as if he noticed something, he opened his eyes slightly and glanced towards Darren. After taking a glance, he closed his eyes again and raised the corners of his mouth slightly;

The domineering perception of seeing and hearing continues to advance outwards…

On the fifth floor of the underground, extremely cold hell, the prisoners were frozen like mummies, shivering in the ice and snow;

On the fourth underground floor, in the scorching hell, Prison Director Boggs was fast asleep in his independent office, with a bubble on his nose that grew and grew smaller;

On the third underground floor, the hunger hell, prisoners who were so hungry that they were skin and bones moaned half alive;

On the second underground floor, the hell of beasts, the boss of this floor, Sphinx, led his men to chase a group of prisoners, driving them red-faced and panting…

As Darren’s domineering power spread little by little, everything that was happening in the entire Impel Down City was presented in detail before his eyes.

And the most amazing thing is that as long as he fully devotes himself to it and puts his mind into a calm and detached state, he can even “see” “pictures” that do not exist.

If there is a long river of time in this world, then the “picture” Darren “sees” is the future intercepted in that long river of time.

He “saw” Impel Down City Administrator Boggs’ snot bubble suddenly explode, and then a few seconds later, the snot bubble exploded as expected;

He “saw” a prisoner who was being chased by wild beast guards suddenly fell to the ground, and then a few seconds later, he fell…

Scenes of similar scenes flashed through Darren’s mind like a fleeting glance.

An indescribable sense of control and pride suddenly filled my heart.

Everything he saw, and the angle from which he “saw” it all, made him feel as if he had become an omnipotent god, “watching” everything within the range of his perception in an overlooking manner.

This is…

“Predict the future.”

Darren suddenly let out a long breath, his eyes quickly focused, and he retreated from the detached and rational state.

“It’s indeed amazing…”

He shook his head, savoring the feeling just now, and couldn’t help but laugh.

The fun and superiority brought by this kind of God’s vision are indeed quite impactful.

If you use this ability frequently to observe all changes around you, it will even give people the illusion of omnipotence.

“So… is this the reason why that boy Katakuri has always been so awesome?”

Darren couldn’t help but think of Katakuri.

Relying on his talent and hard work, he over-cultivated his knowledge, color, and domineering power to the point where he could predict the future. You can imagine the pride in his heart.

only……

Darren pinched his temples to relax his somewhat tense nerves.

“It seems that this puts a lot of pressure on the brain and nerves.”

After a small experiment, Darren also initially explored the magic and uniqueness of this ability to “predict the future”. At the same time, he also roughly understood the physical consumption of turning on the ability.

But this is also because he has just mastered it and is not proficient in using it.

Once he gets familiar with it and gradually masters it thoroughly, I believe it won’t take long for him to adapt.

Consumption is secondary. For Darren, the real difficulty of observation Haki is to maintain a calm and rational mental state.

“But I always feel itchy…”

Darren muttered softly, raised his head, and subconsciously looked at the surrounding cells.

Swish!

The figures in the cell who were originally curious and looking around immediately shrank back, facing the corner, and almost buried their heads against the wall.

Darren: “…”

Okay, it seems there is no chance.

He shrugged and grinned:

“Well, thank you all for your care over the past few days.”

Darren’s words immediately attracted a series of quick answers.

“No, no.”

“It should be, it should be.”

“It doesn’t matter!”

“It’s all we should do!”

“…”

Darren smiled and turned to walk towards the door.

“Well, goodbye then. If I have time, I will come back to visit you.”

Everyone said in unison:

‘Please don’t come back…’

“Darren, what do you want to do?”

At this time, Redfield in the deepest part of the prison suddenly opened his eyes and asked with a burning look.

Darren paused, turned back and smiled:

“A soldier got a brand new gun, how can he not test the gun?”

Redfield was stunned.

“Are you… going to Marijoa!?”

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