Pirates: There is no prohibition of fishing in Marijoa.

Chapter 369 Barrett

Douglas Barrett was born in the "Country of Endless War" on the Grand Line. He was abandoned as an orphan at an early age and grew up in a cruel army.

He was an active soldier on the battlefield since childhood, but he also experienced betrayal by his companions, captain and superiors at an early age.

As a result, he gradually developed the belief of no longer trusting anyone and doing everything only for his own victory, and he regarded trusting his companions as a symbol of weakness.

Eventually, due to repeated betrayals, he destroyed his country and army. From then on, he was hunted by the World Government and began to wander the sea.

During this period, the 15-year-old Barrett had already eaten the Fusion Fruit, and his strength developed significantly. He had never been defeated until he met Gol D. Roger.

Because Roger was the first person to make him experience the taste of losing streak, he decided to join Roger's pirate group and constantly challenge him, but he was defeated time and time again.

In order to surpass Roger and become the strongest in the world, he continued to intensify his training, even though he was already able to fight Rayleigh on equal terms at that time, without knowing whether Rayleigh was letting him win.

When Barrett learned that Roger was terminally ill and would not live long, he fell into anxiety and confusion. He once again began to think that companions would make people weak, and even questioned Roger's strength.

After challenging and losing to Roger again, Barrett resolutely withdrew from Roger's pirate group and went out to sea alone as a rookie.

A few years later, the incident of Roger's execution caused a sensation. Barrett, having lost his target, went crazy and ran wild on the sea, turning the entire ocean upside down and causing no peace.

In the end, the Navy launched a demon-killing order against him alone, and Sengoku and Garp were dispatched together. After a fierce duel, Barrett was exhausted and captured.

From then on, he began his training life as a retired old man in the park at Level 6 in Impel Down. It was also during his imprisonment in Impel Down that he made up his mind to become the strongest pirate in the world and surpass Roger.

He set his goal to defeat all the strong men, including the Four Emperors of Pirates and the Admirals of the Navy, to prove to the world that he could dominate the world and become the strongest.

Because of this, when Barrett heard and sensed that Jerry and his group had landed, he sent out a moment of domineering aura towards Jerry, making it easier for the latter to find out where he was.

Barrett was extremely satisfied with Jerry's strength and external positioning.

In his opinion, this is a rare touchstone that can allow him to clearly understand the strength level of the powerful people on the sea today.

Seeing Barrett moving his joints, looking ready to fight at any time, Cavendish stepped forward, unsheathed the sword in his hand and pointed it at the ground.

"We can't let random people challenge our captain. If you want to fight, you have to get past me first!"

Hearing this, Barrett slowly moved his gaze to rest on Cavendish.

"Haha, the pirate nobleman Cavendish? Well, then I'll deal with you first!" Barrett grinned, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression all over his body.

"Hey! Barrett, you don't want to start a war here, do you?" Just as the two sides were on the verge of a fight, Festa on the side spoke hurriedly.

This underground cave can be regarded as his base camp, and he does not want it to collapse due to the fight between the two sides.

"Well, we can't do anything here, let's fight outside." As soon as he finished speaking, Cavendish turned into a flash of lightning and flew away.

"Boom!"

After a loud bang, everyone saw that the thick mountain wall had been broken to form a long passage leading directly to the outside world.

Before Jerry and his team could speak, an even louder roar was heard, and Barrett, not willing to be outdone, rushed out while destroying.

"Ah...are they all so stubborn? I remember there is an upward passage not far from here?" Zeus looked at the two newly added passages illuminated by sunlight and shook his head with a sigh.

"You know shit! This is a contest of momentum before the battle. They can still do this... Well, I can't make it up anymore. They are just idiots." Jerry shrugged helplessly.

After that, Jerry turned around first, and after taking a few steps, he shook his head and said, "Forget it, the road is already open, it would be a waste if I don't go. I'll go ahead!"

He calmly winked at Deuce and the others, moved his feet, and his whole body instantly flew into the air, rushing out quickly along the passage opened up by Cavendish.

"Oh!"

Just as Jerry left the underground cave and returned to the surface of the island, a huge muffled sound of collision suddenly echoed in his ears.

"Are you going to start fighting right away?" Jerry turned in the air and rushed towards the north.

There, Cavendish and Barrett had already started a fierce battle.

Bright electric light flashed, Cavendish's figure kept flashing, and the sword in his hand turned into streams of light.

The seemingly strong Barrett is no less powerful. The explosive power hidden in his muscles makes him not only extremely strong but also incredibly fast.

The two men's attacks were as fast and fierce as a storm.

Cavendish soon discovered that the opponent's armed color was stronger than he had ever seen before.

No matter how he attacked, no matter how sharp the sword was, or how powerful his armed color domineering was, he still couldn't hurt the opponent.

There seemed to be an indestructible invisible barrier blocking Barrett's body. Even if he could break through this barrier, he would be faced with the heavy and domineering defense of his physical body.

Even though Cavendish quickly activated the explosive skills of his second personality, he still failed to cause much damage to Barrett. He could only gain the upper hand in speed and leave many shallow scratches on the latter, like scraping on a hard rock.

Barrett's attack style was simple and crude. Apart from blocking some of Cavendish's powerful sword beams, most of his moves were aimed at exchanging a punch for a sword.

This situation made Cavendish grit his teeth secretly, and he gradually felt restricted.

Because he knew that he did not have as strong and domineering defense as the opponent, and his advantages have always been in sharp attacks and swift speed.

If he really fights Barrett with real flesh and blood, I'm afraid it won't take long before he'll be beaten into a Muggle.

However, Cavendish would not sit still and wait for the other side to wear him out.

"Boy! Why don't you come? What can such a soft sword cut?" Barrett taunted, his fist covered with heavy armed colors without any pause.

Although he was able to suppress Cavendish, after a few initial exchanges in which Cavendish was slightly injured, Barrett was no longer able to hit him easily.

Facing Barrett's taunts and approaching fists, Cavendish was as agile as a ghost, skillfully avoiding every attack while quickly flying backwards several meters to keep his distance.

Suddenly, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, he raised the sword in his hand, and a proud smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Beautiful Sword: Lightning Attraction!"

Before he finished his words, Cavendish flashed again, and accompanied by violent lightning falling from the sky, he swung his sword towards the enemy's head.

Thanks to the dense clouds in the sky today, Cavendish's moves added extra power.

This move not only had the electric current released by Cavendish himself, but also incorporated dozens of thunders drawn down from the clouds.

Deafening thunder roared in all directions, and in the dazzling area of ​​lightning, Cavendish's sword was blocked again.

"Hey, if this is all you have, then I'm really disappointed." Barrett grinned, and his sarcastic words echoed in the air.

Cavendish's eyes were still as sharp as an eagle's. The other party's words were like wind passing by his ears, failing to stir up any ripples in his heart.