216Chapter 217 The Belonging of the Revolutionary Light! A Tacit Understanding Within Just One Room
Chapter 217 The Belonging of the Revolutionary Light! A Tacit Understanding Within Just One Room
The heavy wooden door was slowly pushed open.
Viktor, Dragon, and Sabo concluded their in-depth conversation in the secret room about the future world situation.
The three of them walked out of the room side by side with steady steps.
The underground corridor outside the door was dimly lit.
Robin was standing by the wall, chatting happily with a young girl wearing a newsboy cap and with a sweet smile.
The girl was Kerla, a cadre in the revolutionary army.
The two women seemed to have a natural affinity for each other, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.
Hearing the door open, Kerla immediately turned around.
When her gaze fell on Viktor, her clear eyes instantly sparkled with undisguised surprise and deep admiration.
"It's unbelievable."
Kerla looked the tall, handsome, black-haired man up and down and couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.
"That guy who dared to knock a Celestial Dragon flying in public actually showed up alive in our headquarters."
"To be honest, I'm starting to admire you!"
Upon hearing this generous praise, Sabo, who was following behind Dragon, immediately burst into hearty laughter.
He strode forward and joked without any restraint:
"Hahaha, Kella, you should admire me more than him! You can admire me more too!"
"Stop being so vain, Sabo!" Kella rolled her eyes at him, annoyed.
As they always did, the two of them started playfully bickering and bantering in the corridor without any restraint, adding a touch of liveliness to the otherwise serious underground base.
Dorrag was already used to the daily banter between the two young officers beside him.
He completely ignored their playful fighting and instead turned his deep and authoritative gaze to Robin.
The revolutionary army's supreme leader, with a solemn expression and a gentle yet extremely earnest tone, extended an invitation to her:
"How is it, Nico Robin?"
Would you like to join our revolutionary army?
Faced with this weighty invitation that could completely change the course of her life, Robin did not immediately nod in agreement.
She turned slightly to the side, and her beautiful eyes, which always exuded rationality and composure, were now filled with an almost imperceptible expectation.
She turned her head and quietly looked at Viktor beside her.
For Robin, the revolutionary army's grand vision was certainly tempting.
But the will of the first mate was always her top priority.
Sensing Robin's gaze, Victor's lips slowly curved into a gentle smile.
He met her gaze, his eyes full of indulgence, and winked at her gently.
That was a tacit understanding unique to the two of them, a signal of unreserved permission.
Upon receiving Victor's confirmation, Robin's smile instantly blossomed.
She immediately turned her head, smiled, and nodded solemnly to Dorrag, indicating her willingness to join.
Upon seeing this, Dorrag finally revealed genuine joy on his usually stern face.
He let out a hearty, deep laugh, overjoyed at the official addition of this "beacon of revolution."
As the laughter subsided, Dragon turned to Kelra, who was still bickering with Sabo, and gave him an order:
"Alright, Kerla. Take these two distinguished guests to their rooms to rest."
"After going through so much, they must be very tired now."
"Yes!" Kerla was about to stand up straight to accept the order.
However, before she could fully turn around...
Robin preemptively interrupted her with an elegant and composed smile:
"Miss Kerr, thank you for your help."
Robin paused, then added in a soft but clear tone.
"However... we only need one room."
The moment those words were spoken, the air in the corridor seemed to freeze for a second.
Kerla froze on the spot.
She instinctively reached out and covered her mouth tightly with both hands.
Those bright, brown eyes swept back and forth between Victor's calm face and Robin's smiling countenance, a strong gossip spirit instantly igniting deep within them.
After a brief moment of shock, a sly smile appeared on Kella's face.
She winked at the two of them playfully, giving them a knowing look.
She then turned around and gesturing lightly for the two to follow her.
Viktor looked at the cunning and unabashedly assertive older woman beside him and couldn't help but shake his head and smile helplessly.
Robin completely ignored the stares of others and naturally stretched out her fair arm to intimately link it with Victor's.
The two walked intimately side by side, following Kella at a leisurely pace towards the rest area.
In the long, quiet corridor leading to the underground rest area, only the sound of a few footsteps echoed.
Kella, who was walking ahead, finally couldn't suppress the curiosity churning in her heart.
She slowed her pace slightly and turned to ask the two people behind her:
"To be honest, I'm really curious."
"How on earth did you manage to provoke those arrogant and haughty Celestial Dragons in a place like Sabaody Archipelago?"
Upon hearing this question, Robin tightened her grip on Victor's arm slightly.
She recounted the events that took place on the Sabaody Archipelago in her characteristically calm and rational tone.
The entire process, from the conflict at the auction, to saving the mermaid Camie, to how Victor and Luffy, in their rage, didn't hesitate to beat up Charlos Saint, was recounted without reservation.
After hearing this dramatic story, Kerla's mischievous expression completely disappeared.
She nodded repeatedly, her eyes filled with a heavy sense of solemnity and deep admiration.
As someone who was once cruelly enslaved by the Celestial Dragons.
Koalabi, like everyone else in the world, knew that the Celestial Dragons represented an insurmountable and terrifying power.
How precious is the courage to throw an angry punch in the face of absolute privilege?
Before they knew it, the three of them had arrived at the rest area.
Kerla stopped in front of a thick wooden door, took out her key, and opened it.
As a secret underground base, Baltigue naturally couldn't offer any luxurious comforts.
The room was simply furnished, but every corner was spotless and tidy, exuding a reassuring and warm feeling.
Kella turned around and politely asked if they were satisfied with the room.
Victor and Robin looked around the room and nodded with smiles.
The two then walked side by side into their private space.
Standing outside the door, Kera looked at the couple who were perfectly matched in both appearance and temperament, and couldn't help but smile again.
She winked her bright, lively eyes mischievously once again.
She covered her mouth with her hands clasped together, deliberately drawing out the last syllable, and left a final farewell in a very ambiguous tone:
"Well then, you two, have a good rest!"
With a crisp "click," Kella thoughtfully closed the door for them from the outside.
Outside the door, the wind and sand still howled in the desolate night sky of Baltigue.
Within this tightly closed wooden door, all the noise was completely shut out, and the private time belonging to the first mate and the archaeologist officially began.217Chapter 218 The Lament of the Revolutionary Lamp! A Beautiful Night on Wind Island
Chapter 218 The Lament of the Revolutionary Lamp! A Beautiful Night on Wind Island
The night wind in Baltigues howled mournfully outside the window, carrying coarse sand that pounded against the hard stone windowpanes.
However, inside this stone chamber deep within the revolutionary army's underground base, there was a warmth and tranquility completely different from the outside world.
Robin sat quietly on the edge of the bed, her usually deep and calm eyes now gleaming with an undisguised excitement.
She tilted her head slightly and told Viktor, who was standing beside her, what she had just seen and heard in the Revolutionary Army's core secret room.
"Victor, you can't imagine how many amazing things are stored there…"
Robin's voice carried a rare hint of lightness and relief.
"Those mountains of historical text clues."
"And there's the dark puzzle of the world government that the Revolutionary Army has pieced together over the years, a puzzle that has lasted for eight hundred years."
"Looking at those documents that bear the weight of history."
"For the first time, I truly felt that I was not alone on this path of pursuing true history."
After listening to Robin's heartfelt words, a tender look flashed in Victor's eyes.
He strode over to her and sat down beside her, then reached out his strong arm and firmly put it around her thin, slender shoulder.
Feeling the warmth of the woman in his arms, Victor told Robin everything about the deal he had just made with Dragon and Sabo in the secret room.
"I promised Dragon that I would protect Luffy with my life."
"At the same time, you will use your knowledge to help the revolutionary army decipher those key historical texts."
"In exchange, I demanded the Revolutionary Army's top-level Armament Haki training from them."
Robin listened quietly, a knowing smile gradually appearing on his lips as he nodded.
As a smart woman who has struggled alone on this cruel sea for many years and witnessed the coldness and warmth of human relationships.
She deeply understood Viktor's deep-seated desire for power.
She understood better than anyone the first mate's deep-seated thoughts at that moment.
All of this is so that in that new world where monsters roam and dangers abound, we will have the confidence to calmly protect every member of our crew.
Therefore, she wasn't angry.
After the business was concluded, the atmosphere in the room gradually and subtly changed without anyone noticing.
Robin tilted her head slightly, her gaze towards Victor becoming as gentle and profound as a pool of spring water.
She slowly stood up, right there in front of Viktor, without any hesitation or evasion.
Her long, slender, fair fingers rested on her blouse, and she gracefully unbuttoned it.
The purple coat slipped quietly off her rounded shoulders and fell to her feet.
Robin revealed the incredibly sexy and alluring black deep-V lace lingerie underneath.
The mature, alluring woman's perfect curves were on full display under the soft, dim glow of the wall lamp.
The contrast between her fair and delicate skin and the black lace created a striking visual impact, exuding a fatal attraction that could drive any man mad.
On Robin's exquisite and flawless face, a smile slowly curved at the corners of her mouth, a smile that was both cunning and captivating to the core.
She tilted her head slightly, a strand of black hair falling between her collarbones.
Facing Victor, who sat on the bed with a cold expression, she gently beckoned with her slender index finger, extending the most direct invitation:
"Now that we've finished discussing the important matters..."
"Well then, Mr. First Mate... shall we do something we enjoy now?"
Faced with such a direct and fiery temptation from his own cunning archaeologist.
Victor, of course, could not possibly back down or hesitate.
His deep, dark eyes darkened instantly, as if a blazing flame had ignited in his pupils.
He suddenly stood up, his tall and imposing figure exuding an irresistible sense of pressure. He strode forward, bent down, and picked up Robin, who was standing in front of him, in his arms.
"ah..."
Amidst Robin's unexpected, soft, and gentle gasp.
Viktor unceremoniously tossed her onto the large bed covered with soft bedding.
Then, his tall, masculine body pressed down on it, like a hunting lion, completely enveloping its prey in its broad shadow.
Robin did not put up any resistance in the face of Victor's domineering and brutal actions.
Instead, she moved like a nimble water snake, raising her arms to tightly embrace Viktor's strong neck.
She tilted her head slightly and leaned close to Viktor's ear.
Her warm breath, carrying a hint of sweetness, gently brushed against the side of his neck.
Robin murmured softly, in a tone that was both playful and filled with relief:
"Victor, thank goodness… thank goodness you're here with me now."
As she said this, her eyes sparkled, and she deliberately dragged out the last syllable:
"If Nami saw this scene now..."
"Our lovely little navigator will be insanely jealous, won't he?"
At this ambiguous moment when things are about to turn, I heard the name "Nami".
Instead, a confident and relaxed smile appeared on Viktor's lips.
As a transmigrator who knew the future trajectory of this world, Viktor's mind quickly flashed through Nami's current whereabouts.
That greedy little thief cat who always tries to run away when it's in danger.
He has surely been safely transported to that magical island floating in mid-air in the New World by Bartholomew's unreasonable paw-like abilities.
Visalia, known as "Weather Island," has been reached.
There, you'll find a group of elderly meteorologists who are completely incapable of physical labor and are dedicated to studying meteorology.
Nami's personal safety is absolutely guaranteed if she stays there.
Moreover, this rare break allows you to systematically learn the world's top-level navigation and meteorological knowledge.
This is practically a cultivation paradise tailor-made for her.
With that thought, Victor banished all those thoughts from his mind, letting them dissipate completely.
On this windy, dusty night in a foreign land, far from his homeland, Viktor completely focused his mind.
His deep black eyes were now filled with pure longing, fixed intently on the stunningly beautiful woman beneath him.
Victor lowered his head and, without hesitation, sealed Robin's red lips, which were about to continue teasing him.
He silenced all her words with his actions.
They poured all their energy and enthusiasm into this "battle" between the two of them.
...
Outside the window in Baltigue, the wind continues to howl tirelessly.
The coarse sand that was swept into the air, like dense raindrops, kept hitting the hard, cold stone window frames, making a series of dull and dense sounds.
The dim yellow wall lamp cast an ambiguous glow.
The lamplight cast two intertwined, indistinguishable figures on the bed, casting long, slanted shadows onto the rough stone wall.
The shadow flickered and swayed ambiguously on the wall, swaying with the swaying lamplight.
The once sturdy wooden bed would occasionally creak under the strain of the excessive movements.
Victor's black coat was now tangled messily with Robin's purple coat, as if it had been carelessly discarded on the cold stone floor, having lost its owner's restraint, and left unattended.
The night was long, but the indoor temperature remained stubbornly high.
It wasn't until the dead of night that the lonely wall lamp on the wall, as if exhausted from the couple's movements, flickered twice and quietly went out.
The entire room was plunged into deep darkness and silence.
All that remained was the lingering, intoxicating fragrance that filled the room, along with the steady breathing and lingering warmth.218Chapter 21r Morning and an Uninvited Guest! The Two Who Split Up
Chapter 219 A Tender Morning and an Uninvited Guest! The Two Who Split Up
The morning light in Baltigue carries the unique coolness and brightness of the desert.
Light seeps quietly into this secluded underground room through the gaps in the hard, thick stone window frames.
The beam of light traced out fine dust particles in the air, bringing a touch of warmth and vitality to the originally dim room.
On the large, slightly messy bed, Victor and Robin had actually been awake for some time.
However, neither of them tacitly chose to speak and break the rare tranquility.
They simply nestled quietly in the soft bedding, savoring and appreciating the tranquility and ambiguity that belonged only to each other, far removed from the hustle and bustle.
Because this time, the lively navigator Nami wasn't there to share that incredible "pressure."
Having endured Victor's relentless "onslaught" all night long, Robin was now completely exhausted.
She seemed to melt into a pool of soft, boneless spring water, lying limply on Victor's broad, muscular chest, lacking even the strength to lift a finger.
Normally, this mature woman always maintained a mysterious, calm, and cunning facade, but at this moment her face appeared exceptionally gentle and languid.
Her long, black hair, like a waterfall, cascaded freely over Victor's arms and snow-white skin.
The deep satisfaction and allure emanating from her eyes and brows clearly indicated that she had received ample care and affection the previous night.
Victor held the naked Robin tightly in his arms, his broad, warm hands gently stroking her smooth back, soothing her tired body.
Feeling each other's steady and strong heartbeats, the two began to chat softly about their plans in the warm bed.
Viktor talked about the upcoming high-intensity, domineering special training.
Robin softly expressed her anticipation for the unknown historical texts, creating a warm and harmonious atmosphere.
Just as the two were enjoying this absolutely private morning time.
With a crisp "bang".
The wooden door to the room was suddenly pushed open without warning.
Outside the door came the energetic, clear, and melodious voice of Kerla, a revolutionary army cadre:
Good morning, you two!
"Chief Dorag sent me to call you to breakfast..."
Before Klara could finish her energetic words, her voice abruptly stopped, like a duck being suddenly choked.
Her bright, large eyes widened instantly as she stared intently at the arousing and erotic scene unfolding on the large bed.
Although they were covered by a blanket, the two were embracing each other, and there were men's and women's coats and underwear scattered on the ground, some of them torn.
All of this demonstrates the fierce battle that took place last night.
The air still held a lingering, intense, ambiguous atmosphere.
Kerla's face instantly turned red to her ears at a speed visible to the naked eye.
She looked as if she had turned into a ripe red apple, with steam practically rising from her head.
"Bang!"
With a terrifying speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye, she suddenly took a step back and slammed the door shut with great force.
Immediately afterwards, her humiliated and indignant scream echoed from the previously quiet corridor outside the door:
"Aaaaaah!!!"
"You two... why don't you lock your door when you sleep?!"
Despite the frantic screams from Kelra outside the door, Victor and Robin on the bed showed no signs of panic at being caught in the act.
Instead, they exchanged a knowing glance and couldn't help but chuckle softly.
Victor was the first to break free from Robin's warm and fragrant embrace, leaving this intoxicating haven of tenderness without a second thought.
He nimbly rolled off the bed, revealing his strong and well-proportioned muscles.
He picked up the clothes scattered all over the ground one by one, and thoughtfully handed Robin's clothes to her. Then the two of them began to calmly get dressed.
A moment later, Victor reached out and opened the door.
In the corridor, Kella was seen with her arms tightly wrapped around her chest, leaning against the cold wall, panting heavily.
Upon closer inspection, her delicate cheeks and slender neck still retained a rosy hue that had not completely faded.
Robin, dressed neatly, had completely regained her dignified, elegant, intellectual, and composed demeanor.
She walked out the door in her high heels, and even walked up to Kerr with a smile, giving her a calm "Good morning" greeting.
His nonchalant expression made it seem as if nothing had happened in the room.
This only made the already shy Kella even more flustered and embarrassed.
Under Kella's somewhat resentful and evasive leadership.
The three walked through the corridor to the spacious dining room of the Revolutionary Army headquarters for a meal.
At the dinner table, Victor displayed the astonishing appetite typical of pirates.
He devoured the mountain of meat and food in front of him like a whirlwind. His terrifying eating speed and bottomless appetite caused the disciplined revolutionary soldiers around him, who were holding their plates, to stop and secretly marvel.
Robin sat beside him, gracefully eating a simple salad.
She would often thoughtfully hand him water, her eyes full of indulgence and tenderness.
After eating and drinking to her heart's content, the conscientious Kella quickly adjusted to her work mode.
She led the two on a tour of Baltimore's vast underground base, giving them a brief introduction and familiarizing them with the various functional areas of headquarters.
They passed through bustling weapons forging workshops, soldiers' training grounds filled with shouts of battle, and various well-equipped living facilities.
This gave Viktor a direct understanding of the revolutionary army's strengths.
After the pilgrimage, it was time to get down to business.
Koala, accompanied by Robin who was filled with anticipation for the ancient documents, headed to the Revolutionary Army's most heavily guarded archive, which contained countless secrets of the world and fragments of history.
Viktor, however, did not travel with them.
At the fork in the corridor, he briefly said goodbye to Robin and then followed the complicated route he had just asked Koala for, walking alone through the long and quiet underground corridor.
He strode confidently toward the Revolutionary Army Chief of Staff Sabo's private training room and bedroom.
Viktor stopped in front of a heavy steel gate.
He raised his head, and all the tenderness instantly vanished from his once languid and deep black eyes.
Then, he slowly extended his large, bony hand and forcefully pushed open Sabo's door.#219Chapter 220 The Pinnacle of Armament Haki! The Resonance of Sharingan and Ryuo
Chapter 220 The Pinnacle of Armament Haki! The Resonance of Sharingan and Ryuo
Victor reached out and pushed open the incredibly heavy steel door in front of him.
Accompanied by the dull creaking of the door hinges, he followed a steep set of stone steps leading down to a spacious training ground deep underground in Baltigue.
The moment you step inside, a chilling and wild aura hits you.
By the light of the torches burning on the surrounding walls, one could clearly see that the hard rock walls were covered with all sorts of terrifying claw marks and bottomless slash marks.
The crisscrossing marks seemed to silently demonstrate the formidable strength of the place's owner.
In the center of the training field, Sabo, shirtless, was doing a high-intensity one-finger push-up that was hard for ordinary people to imagine.
Sweat trickled down his strong, well-proportioned muscles, covered with tiny scars, and dripped onto the dry stone slab.
Upon hearing the door open, Sabo immediately stopped what he was doing and nimbly flipped himself to his feet.
He grabbed a towel draped nearby and wiped the sweat from his face.
When he saw that the person who came was Viktor, his blue eyes instantly ignited with a fervent fighting spirit.
"You've come, Honglian."
Sabo grinned at Viktor, revealing two rows of white teeth.
As he flexed his wrists, he said earnestly:
"Although you used that incredible ability to help me regain the most important memories for me, in a way, I owe you my life."
Sabo abruptly changed the subject, his eyes becoming incredibly sharp:
"However, in the upcoming intense training, as the Chief of Staff of the Revolutionary Army, I will absolutely not hold back in the slightest!"
"If you, First Mate, are only as capable as you claim in the newspapers, I really might kill you!"
Faced with this pre-battle declaration that was half reminder and half provocation, Viktor smiled calmly and replied indifferently:
"It might be a little difficult for even you to kill me."
The atmosphere between the two was tense and ready to erupt at any moment, but they did not immediately make a move.
"Come with me."
Sabo turned around and led Viktor to a huge, specially made steel rock at the edge of the training ground.
This rock is much harder than ordinary steel and was specifically used to test destructive power.
"To understand internal sabotage, you must first understand its nature."
Sabo took a deep breath and began to explain the core principles of advanced Armament Haki to Viktor:
"Most people's understanding of Armament Haki is limited to simply 'hardening' the body or weapons."
"Or 'wrap' your attacks with domineering aura to increase power and defense."
"But that's just the most basic application."
Sabo extends his right hand, his five fingers slightly bent:
"The truly advanced level of Armament Haki is called 'Ryuo' in Wano Country."
"As the name suggests, it requires you to no longer suppress your domineering aura on your body."
"Instead, you should let your domineering aura flow freely within and outside your body, like water!"
To make it easier for Viktor to understand, Sabo's right hand instantly transformed into his signature "dragon claw" pose.
A layer of deep, dark Armament Haki, as solid as ink, swirled around his fingertips.
He did not unleash the force of a storm to strike the rocks as he usually did.
Instead, he very gently placed that domineering hand on the surface of the huge steel rock.
"Watch closely."
Accompanied by a low shout from Sabo.
"Bang!"
A muffled, explosive sound came from inside the rock.
Incredibly, the surface of that huge steel rock was completely intact, without even a tiny crack.
However, after a gentle breeze...
That seemingly indestructible giant rock instantly turned into countless tiny powders and dust!
The powder, like a sandcastle that had lost its support, collapsed into a mess and scattered in the wind.
I witnessed firsthand the terrifying destructive power of this technology, which completely disregards external defenses.
Viktor's deep black eyes narrowed suddenly, a hint of horror flashing in them.
"Do you understand now?"
Sabo withdrew his hand, turned around and looked at Viktor:
"Advanced techniques like Flowing Sakura cannot be learned through mere verbal instruction or rote memorization."
"To master it, you can only personally experience the 'flow' of domineering power in extreme real combat on the edge of life and death!"
"bring it on!"
Before he finished speaking, Sabo stomped down with the "Shave" move from the Six Styles of the Navy.
His figure instantly transformed into a blurry afterimage and vanished from the spot.
The next second, he was already above Viktor's head.
Sabo swung the high-density steel water pipe, also wrapped in flowing cherry blossoms, down on his head with a violent whistling sound that tore through the air!
Faced with this sudden sense of oppression.
Instead of retreating to avoid the attack, Victor used his legs to push forward and meet the enemy head-on!
"Clang!"
In the instant of his sprint, Viktor's eyes underwent a dramatic change.
His once pure black pupils turned crimson, and three jet-black tomoe spun wildly within his blood-red eyes, emanating a chilling spiritual aura.
Three-tomoe Sharingan, awakened!
The Sharingan's most renowned powerful insightful eye can easily see through an enemy's physical movements and subtle flaws.
In this imposing pirate world, Viktor's body has been given an almost abnormal new function.
See through the "overbearing flow"!
In Victor's vision, veiled by a scarlet filter.
Inside Sabo's body and on that water pipe.
The originally formless and intangible trajectory of the high-level Armament Haki was now like the brightest star trail in the night sky, which Viktor could see clearly.
How does that domineering aura gather from the dantian, flow along the meridians to the arm, and ultimately coil around the weapon's surface and maintain its "flowing" state...?
All of this was laid bare before him, revealed without reservation through the Sharingan's perception!
"I see..." Viktor suddenly realized.
However, although the Sharingan allows him to clearly see the trajectory and principles of Ryuo.
However, "understanding" and "the body being able to learn to guide" are two completely different things.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
In the initial few hundred intense exchanges.
Viktor can still only use the most basic Armament Haki hardening for defense and attack.
This rigid hardening was completely suppressed by Sabona's agile and destructive Ryuo.
Amidst the flying sparks, Viktor's black sword, Autumn Water, was repeatedly blasted away by the internal force erupting from within, leaving his hand numb.
The powerful recoil even penetrated through the blade into his body, causing a few drops of blood to trickle from the corner of Viktor's mouth.
But as the battle continued, what sent chills down Sabo's spine during his frenzied attack was...
This is the Straw Hat crew's vice-captain, who is known to the world as the "Worst Generation".
His learning ability is like a terrifying abyss that never tires!
Each time Viktor was fiercely repelled by the water pipe imbued with flowing cherry blossoms, his eyes would brighten even more.
When he swings his sword to meet the attack again, the Armament Haki attached to the black sword Shusui will undergo a slight but deadly change.
That originally lifeless domineering aura is becoming increasingly vibrant at an astonishing speed visible to the naked eye.
It's getting closer and closer to the "flowing" state that Saab demonstrated!
"This guy... could he directly copy my Haki usage during battle?!"
Sabo was terrified and his attacks became even more ferocious.
After a fierce collision, Viktor was cornered by Sabo in a desperate situation in a corner of the underground training ground.
There's no way to retreat!
As Sabo launched another deadly attack, a glint of madness flashed in Viktor's eyes.
He did not choose to use the Instantaneous Movement Technique to evade.
Instead, he took a deep breath and forcefully poured the raging Lightning Release chakra within his body, along with the Ryuo Haki he had just begun to grasp in actual combat, into the Shusui in his hand without reservation!
"Sizzle—!"
It was accompanied by a violent thunderous roar, like the cry of a thousand birds.
A shocking scene unfolded.
Black Blade Autumn Water's dark red blade was not only wrapped with eerie blue high-voltage lightning.
Furthermore, a dark red, domineering outer layer, resembling cherry blossom petals, appeared around the blade!
"ah!!!"
Viktor shouted and gripped the knife hilt tightly with both hands.
"BOOM!!!"
Two terrifying forces, both reaching the pinnacle of this ocean, erupted with a deafening roar within this enclosed underground space!
The deafening roar seemed to tear a black hole out of the earth.
The domineering black and red lightning, accompanied by eerie blue flashes, raged and slithered wildly through the spacious underground hall like countless raging venomous snakes, shattering the surrounding rock walls.
Even the underground training ground, which had been specially reinforced by the revolutionary army, began to succumb to the terrifying shockwave, with large chunks of rubble falling from its sturdy ceiling.
This powerful tremor even penetrated the thick strata of the earth, clearly reaching the barren ground of Baltigue.
After a long while, the dust and smoke that filled the sky finally dissipated slowly under the blowing of the strong wind.
In the center of the training field, Viktor and Sabo each slid back dozens of steps before barely managing to regain their balance.
Sabo's chest heaved violently.
He looked down at his right arm, which was trembling slightly and even charred from being struck by lightning.
Then, he raised his head and looked at the person opposite him with a complicated expression, as if looking at a monster.
Dozens of meters away, Viktor, leaning on his black sword Autumn Water with one hand, was also panting heavily.
His black shirt was tattered and torn, and he had several bruises on his body.
But the crimson Sharingan had faded, and his pure black eyes were now filled with a triumphant and confident smile.
Looking at this man who underwent a transformation in just one battle.
An unquenchable storm raged within Sabo's heart:
"Incredibly... in just a few hours of intense combat, they actually managed to touch the threshold of internal destruction..."
Sabo swallowed hard, muttering to himself:
"That idiot Luffy... what kind of terrifying monster did you find on this high seas to be your first mate?!"220Chapter 221 The Revolutionary Army
Chapter 221 The Revolutionary Army's Plea for Help! The "Important Mission" in the Bathroom
Inside the underground training ground, the intense collisions and roars finally subsided.
The intense Armament Haki training session between Viktor and Sabo, aimed at pushing their limits, has temporarily come to an end.
As the two were catching their breath and calming the surging domineering energy within them, the heavy, thick steel door was suddenly pushed open abruptly.
A revolutionary intelligence officer, his face filled with anxiety and his uniform still damp with the dust from the outside world, strode in.
He stopped directly in front of Sabo and gave a crisp, standard military salute.
The intelligence officer was panting heavily and was about to give his report when he caught a glimpse of Viktor wiping Black Blade Autumn Water with a white cloth.
His expression suddenly froze, his eyes filled with obvious apprehension.
His hesitant expression clearly demonstrated the highly confidential nature of the information he was about to report.
Viktor, who had witnessed the entire scene, chuckled lightly without any apparent concern.
Accompanied by a clear "clang" sound from the sword.
He wisely sheathed Qiu Shui and turned to leave, giving the group of revolutionaries space to discuss confidential matters.
"Wait, Red Lotus."
Just as Victor took half a step, a strong hand grabbed his arm tightly.
Sabo turned his head, his azure eyes revealing an unwavering determination, and directly gave the order to the intelligence officer:
"There's no need to hide it; he's not an outsider."
"Report any emergencies immediately!"
With the Chief of the General Staff's order, the intelligence agents no longer hesitated.
He immediately reached into his pocket, carefully pulled out a letter with frayed edges, and reported in rapid succession:
"Chief of Staff! Something has happened to our important intelligence division stationed in a kingdom on the Grand Line!"
"After a long period of infiltration, our comrades gathered top-secret intelligence that was enough to bring down the country's corrupt leadership, but unfortunately, the news leaked out."
"They suffered a devastating blow from the Kingdom's army and assassination squads, which completely eradicated them!"
The intelligence officer's eyes reddened, and his voice trembled slightly with anger and grief:
"The entire branch was almost wiped out..."
"During the desperate breakout, only one seriously wounded comrade managed to escape back to headquarters, carrying this tearful plea for help and a tattered intelligence file!"
Upon hearing this devastating report, Sabo's relaxed smile, which had been present after their sparring session, vanished instantly.
A chilling, bone-chilling murderous aura suddenly burst forth from the eyes of this revolutionary army's second-in-command.
He took the heavy, blood-stained letter, turned around, and looked at Victor standing beside him.
A cold, ruthless smile slowly curved Sabo's lips:
"So, First mate of the Worst Generation, interested in joining me for some fun?"
Faced with this straightforward invitation, Viktor's inherent warlike nature was completely ignited.
He chuckled softly, casually stretching his neck, which was sore from the special training.
"That's a good suggestion. Perfect timing..."
A dangerous glint flashed in Viktor's deep eyes.
"I'm actually hoping for a suitable place where I can stretch my legs a bit and test what I've learned today."
Sabo smiled with satisfaction upon receiving Viktor's resounding affirmation.
He patted Viktor's broad shoulder forcefully, leaving behind a crisp "See you tomorrow."
Sabo then quickly left with the intelligence officer to coordinate the bloody emergency rescue and counterattack operation overnight.
After he left, the empty underground training ground fell silent once again.
Victor did not choose to go back to rest immediately.
He remained alone on this site riddled with craters and cracks, his mind replaying every detail of his previous battle with Sabo, frantically processing his advanced Armament Haki insights into internal destruction.
The eerie blue lightning and the dark red aura intertwined and flickered in the underground space.
He then underwent several hours of intense, grueling training alone.
Viktor only stopped moving when the sky, which was being pushed to its limit, gradually darkened through the ventilation vents above him.
His chest heaved violently, his body steaming with heat and drenched in sweat, as he strode back to his room for a hot shower.
"Click".
Victor reached out and pushed open the door.
A unique, aged scent of ink, characteristic of books, wafts towards you along with the warm glow of the lamplight.
What comes into view is Robin's breathtakingly beautiful profile, so focused it takes your breath away.
She was sitting upright in the chair in front of her desk, carefully turning the pages of a thick ancient book in her hands, under the soft glow of the wall lamp.
Her desk, and even the wooden floor at her feet, were piled haphazardly with all sorts of books and parchment scrolls.
This is clearly a treasure that the inquisitive archaeologist collected from the revolutionary army's library.
Noticing the slight sound of the door being pushed open, Robin immediately pulled himself away from the vast sea of books.
She put down the heavy book in her hand.
When she looked up, her usually rational eyes instantly softened into a pool of gentle spring water the moment they met Viktor's gaze.
She gave him a sweet smile.
Caught off guard, Robin sat in the chair and naturally stretched out in a big yawn.
With this stretching movement.
Her close-fitting dark knit sweater was instantly stretched tight.
This movement revealed her mature, voluptuous, and stunning curves, exuding a fatal allure unique to mature women.
Robin stretched out her fair fingers and gently rubbed her shoulders, which were a little sore from sitting at her desk for a long time.
Her tone carried a hint of unguarded languor and the satisfaction of a scholar:
"Ah... reading all day long is really tiring."
"However, it is also because of these documents that we have learned many incredible historical secrets."
Looking at this unadorned and beautiful home scene before me.
Viktor's eyes, which had been somewhat calm due to fatigue, instantly turned dark and deep.
Ignoring the sweat still clinging to his body, he strode to his desk.
Without a word, Victor bent down and used his strong arms to lift Robin up from the chair, passing under her knees and back.
The sudden feeling of weightlessness as her feet left the ground caused Robin to let out a soft gasp in Victor's broad embrace.
As soon as they got close, a masculine scent, a mixture of wild hormones and the heavy smell of sweat after training, instantly filled Robin's nostrils.
A blush of embarrassment involuntarily rose to her cheeks.
She reached out her soft hands and symbolically nudged Victor's chest.
"Ugh, it stinks!"
Robin slightly furrowed her beautiful eyebrows, but her tone was full of coquettishness and indulgence.
"You're covered in sweat, you should go take a shower."
However, faced with this utterly ineffective rejection...
Viktor showed no intention of letting go; instead, he held the warm, soft woman in his arms even tighter.
He picked Robin up in his arms, took steady steps, and turned to walk straight toward the bathroom.
A wicked smile crept across Victor's lips as his deep voice whispered in Robin's ear:
"Yes, yes, ma'am."
"But since you think I smell bad, let's wash together. You can help me get clean."
Faced with this unprecedented "shared bathing" experience, the quick-witted Robin immediately understood what wicked idea this man was plotting.
She didn't make a futile struggle, but just sighed helplessly.
Then, she nestled obediently in his broad arms like a docile kitten.
Robin slightly raised her exquisite, flawless face, her deep, beautiful eyes smiling as she looked at Victor, and couldn't help but tease him:
"What a tireless first mate..."
"At times like this, I really miss our lovely navigator."
"If she were here, she could help me share this heavy burden."
Upon hearing this joke, Viktor let out a soft, pleasant chuckle.
He raised his long leg and kicked open the frosted glass door of the bathroom.
The moment the door closed, Viktor lowered his head, his gaze burning as he looked at the stunningly beautiful woman in his arms:
"So... during the time Nami wasn't around."
"Your responsibility now seems all the more significant… my dear archaeologist."