Chapter 1046

So this return trip, with cannon fire never letting up, put Lin Cheng in a foul mood.

He was just about to throw himself into hard work, and now he couldn't even catch up on some sleep in advance.

In his ugly mood, Lin Cheng struck with extra viciousness, sending every pirate who had broken through the Intrepid's fire blockade and was already planning to leap onto the deck for boarding combat straight into the Intrepid's brig.

Probably Caesar at G5 Base is already itching for live experimental subjects.

Although there were some bumps along the way, after a day of sailing, the Intrepid finally entered the territorial waters of G5 Base.

After a round of authentication, the Intrepid smoothly sailed into G5 Base.

"Back this early—looks like your opponents weren't that strong." Peach Rabbit caught Lin Cheng just as he stepped off the ship at the port, sized him up, and said: "Bai Huzi Pirates really underestimated you, didn't they? Was it Ace or Marco who came? You're not even a little hurt."

Lin Cheng shot Peach Rabbit an annoyed look—how much did she hate seeing him do well?

"Both of them came. I had to spit out a huge puddle of blood before I barely beat them." Lin Cheng roughly gestured with his hands, earning an eye-roll from Peach Rabbit.

"An encirclement and kill by two Admiral-class fighters, and you only spat one mouthful of blood—you should be laughing behind your back." Peach Rabbit said discontentedly: "You only had to wait a moment, and headquarters would have dispatched the three Admirals to assist. Why go yourself and drag people along?"

"This time it was only Marco and Ace's encirclement. If it were Kaido and BIG MOM instead, how much chance would you have of getting out unscathed?"

"Besides, even if it's the Bai Huzi Pirates, they still have the Red-Haired Pirates as backup—Shanks plus Beckman, an encirclement by four Admiral-class fighters. You might not even have a chance to run."

"Pirates are pirates. You can't place too much hope in them. Think about Impel Down—aren't those lessons enough?"

Facing Peach Rabbit's rebuke, Lin Cheng didn't argue back, only repeatedly assuring her he would be careful.

At the same time, he began to reflect inwardly—when had he become so cocky?

If it were the old him, for an incident this big he would absolutely have run as far as possible, and would never have shown up before two Admirals arrived.

Thinking of this, Lin Cheng sighed.

To oppose the World Government—that colossal monster that had been quietly developing for seven hundred years—taking no risks at all was impossible.

When others walk more steadily than you, the only way to defeat them is to stake your life against theirs, betting that they won't dare take risks the way you do.

"By the way, those two Admiral-class guys from Bai Huzi were pretty weak—why didn't you take me along?" Peach Rabbit looked eager to try. "I've stored up a lot of Sword Power. Maybe I could have used one complete Space-Time Slash."

Lin Cheng chuckled—sure enough, this woman still had her own little schemes.

Peach Rabbit was dying to know the gap between herself and Admiral-class, and she needed a normal Admiral-class as a reference. Lin Cheng and Mihawk, who had exploded his Sword Dao, both belonged to the abnormal category.

"To tell you the truth, whether it's Marco or Ace, you're not necessarily a match for them—at best it's a four-six split, and of course you're the four." Lin Cheng held up four fingers at Peach Rabbit as he spoke.

This clearly stung Peach Rabbit, who on the spot wanted to grab Lin Cheng and have a little sparring match.

Actually, Lin Cheng wasn't trying to discourage Peach Rabbit. Without having stepped into Admiral-class, being able to split four-six with an Admiral-class was already a pretty good figure.

You have to know that in the eyes of researchers like Vegapunk, Admiral-class already belongs to another plane of being—the gulf between the two is enormous.......

Before Peach Rabbit had cultivated the Sword-Hiding Art, even with the absolute constancy of the Rule Sword Dao supporting her, she could only barely parry Golden Lion, with no chance of winning at all.

And the Golden Lion of that time was already a spent force; his own strength might not even match an entry-level newcomer like Marco, belonging to that fringe category bouncing back and forth between Admiral-class and Vice Admiral.

After cultivating the Sword-Hiding Art, Peach Rabbit could already split four-six with Marco—such an improvement was by no means small.

And in the extreme sublimation state of the Sword-Hiding Art, Peach Rabbit's odds of winning would be even greater; only the duration of that state had always been a big problem.

Unless Peach Rabbit could hold it in for three to five years, by then she'd definitely be able to cut Marco down.

But after such a long time, who knew whether Marco might have a burst and leap up to Red-Hair's level.

When that time came, it would still be a four-six split, and Peach Rabbit would still not have the advantage.

After Lin Cheng's explanation, Peach Rabbit finally took her hand off Flying Snow.

"At your current strength, how many of me could you take?" Peach Rabbit asked viciously.

"Want the truth?" Lin Cheng asked cautiously.

"Of course, I won't get angry." Peach Rabbit very reluctantly forced out a thin smile, patted Lin Cheng's shoulder, and comforted him: "Speak freely, I'm not a bad person, we're all colleagues, I just want to see where my level is."

"In the state of exploding the Sword-Hiding Art, handling three shouldn't be too much of a problem." Lin Cheng thought for a moment and gave a relatively conservative number.

Peach Rabbit nodded—this number was about what she had estimated; Lin Cheng's answer was still quite fair.