Chapter 16

【Observation Haki: 5000 Points】

【Armament Haki: 5000 Points】

The dual-color Haki, priced at 5000 Points in the Shangcheng, made Saint Saint Saiwen suppress the urge to buy a flying cape.

A cape is certainly cool, but compared to the two types of Haki, it remains merely an external tool.

"I am a man destined to become the strongest in the world; I cannot possibly become a negative example like Crocodile."

The mighty Warlord Crocodile, in his pursuit of an Ancient Weapon, actually neglected Haki cultivation and was utterly defeated by Luffy, who had just set sail and possessed no Haki at all.

Simply an disgrace to the Logia type.

"I should cultivate for a while first; if I can awaken the dual-color Haki through training, I will then purchase the flying cape and the flying bamboo dragonfly."

No choice; who else but Saint Saint Saiwen is so poor?

If Saint Saint Saiwen had a million Points right now, he would refine the three colors of Haki to the utmost realm and buy whatever he wanted.

But being poor means living the poor way.

Through the Items for Sale and purchases by users from the apocalypse, Saint Saint Saiwen had a rough understanding of their situation.

Over a month ago, the apocalypse buddies were still begging to buy food and water; now they are buying Water Conches and Laser Conches.

It should be much the same as Saint Saint Saiwen's current situation, having just activated the system not long ago.

They surely don't have many spare Points either.

On the Ten Thousand Worlds Trading Platform, the users from the Warhammer world are the most affluent in Points, unwillingly spending tens of thousands of Points to place high bounties on Momonosuke, the Escape King, and the Three-Time Brother.

They simply don't treat Points as Points.

The Escape King hasn't been born yet.

As for Momonosuke...

With Oden still alive, Saint Saint Saiwen has decided to go to Wano Country in four years; when Oden is killed by the Cute One, he will personally step in and finish off Momonosuke.

Compared to ten thousand Points.

The slight bond Oden had with the Luo Jie Pirates is completely negligible.

Who else but that father and son pair... are so disgustingly stupid?

After washing up and changing into fresh clothes, Saint Saint Saiwen put his hands in his pockets and slowly walked toward the banquet hall.

"Pity I don't know what the Warhammer Bro needs; otherwise, I could sell Items for Sale specifically tailored to him."

Circumstances differ between people; the Points Saint Saint Saiwen urgently lacks are in such abundance for the rich Warhammer Bro that they are endless.

As for that iron fool on the Teyvat Continent, he not only has a goddess wife but also a goddess sister-in-law.

He has truly lived out the archetype of a transmigrator.

When Seven entered the banquet hall, unlike the Shandia warriors who showed affection and respect, some of the local Sky Island natives had their resistance written all over their faces.

Regarding this, Saint Saint Saiwen didn't care much.

He would rather this group immediately start shouting and clamoring:

【On the land of the Sky Island, we, the common people of the Sky Island, live as inferior citizens! Brothers, guns in hand, follow me!!】

In that case, Saint Saint Saiwen would also get to show his iron-blooded side.

Anyone daring to resist will be left with none alive!

The so-called banquet hall was much like an open-air barbecue from Seven's past life; amidst the cheers of the Shandia Great Warrior Kalpa and the former Sky Island God Gan Forr, Seven took his seat at the head.

"Today, we gather here."

Saint Saint Saiwen raised his wine glass: "It is to celebrate the hard-won peace; this cup is to peace!"

"To peace!"

"To peace!"

Overall, the Sky Island natives dissatisfied with the new Sky Island God still constitute a minority.

The majority have no choice at all and can only go with the flow.

The two races have fought for four hundred years; under Gan Forr's deliberate promotion, the call for peaceful coexistence had spread between the two races many years ago.

One can only say that Saint Saint Saiwen stole the Devil Fruit.

Cup after cup, the warriors of both races drank heartily and ate heartily, and the atmosphere gradually grew lively.

Surrounding the crackling bonfire, Kalpa and Gan Forr led their people in dancing the Shandia ritual dance for the Sun God.

And when Saint Saint Saiwen took out his guitar to accompany them.

Mihawk almost spat out the drink he had just swallowed; he really wanted to know: what else is there that you cannot do?

"This guy could form a band all by himself!"

Exquisite cooking skills, steering ships, drawing sea charts, making compasses, repairing vessels, playing the guitar... except for not being able to swim, he is practically all-around.

Invited by a Sky Island girl, Saint Saint Saiwen also joined the dancing crowd.

Deng-da-da-da~ Deng-da-da-da~

A ritual dance resembling the Nika Nika dance; how to describe it? Before dancing, it seems very childish; while dancing, it is truly joyful.

"Deng-da-da-da~ Deng-da-da-da~"

The older warriors of both races, looking at this scene, could not help but shed tears; some even chose to join in, humming along to the rhythm Saint Saint Saiwen was singing.

Peace is never just words; it must be proven by actual actions to demonstrate the determination for peace.

The doctor did not join in, but his face clearly showed some inclination.

Mihawk did not step onto the dance floor, but his toes involuntarily tapped lightly to the rhythm until a certain figure appeared, at which point Mihawk suddenly stood up.

……

When Kizaru flew from the sea surface to the Sky Island, the first thing that came into view was this scene—

Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen, whom the World Government demanded to be captured alive, was currently with a group of men, women, and children, young and old, all with small wings on their backs...

Dance the Nika Nika.

Sensing the waves conducted through the air, Saint Saint Saiwen looked up in surprise, saw the newcomer clearly, felt no panic, and instead smiled while raising his wine glass.

"Come down for a drink."

This battle will most likely be unavoidable.

But before the fight, Saint Saint Saiwen decided to play a trick first: have Gan Forr use a Den Den Mushi to take a photo of Saint Saint Saiwen and Kizaru drinking together.

Kizaru hovered mid-air, a look of deep shock flashing across his face: this guy actually invited him down for a drink?

Alright.

Within two days, crossing more than half of the Grand Line from Marineford, then searching for a long time in the seas near Shandora and Jaya Island.

Indeed, I am somewhat thirsty.

Kizaru took a seat opposite Mihawk.

"Jorakoru Mihawk, a man like you, how could you be with Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen?"

Mihawk poured wine for himself, and the words he casually spoke made the smile on Kizaru's face instantly freeze.

"He is my captain."

"Nani?!"

Kizaru clicked his tongue.

He felt the World Government and the Navy's intelligence system were nothing but a bunch of fools; for such an important matter, they hadn't received a single bit of news.

In fact, the moment he saw Mihawk, Kizaru understood: things ahead would be difficult.

The goal of this journey—

Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen, a former member of the Luo Jie Pirates, possesses the qualities of a King, and has eaten a Goro Goro no Mi comparable to the Mera Mera no Mi.

The other prisoner does not seem very important.

The World Government made not a single extra demand, only requiring the targets be captured alive.

Now there is also this unexpected Mihawk.

And the island existing ten thousand meters in the sky, and the native race living on that island; every single one of these matters has suddenly been encountered all at once.

What kind of situation is this?

While Kizaru and Mihawk were talking, Saint Saint Saiwen had already ordered Gan Forr and Kalpa to lead the tribe members to hide far away, while simultaneously taking photos of him and Kizaru drinking together.

Facing the future Fleet Admiral Kizaru, Saint Saint Saiwen must try every method he can think of.

Whether it can be used for blackmail is one thing.

Whether to do it is another matter.

Saint Saint Saiwen came and sat beside Mihawk, raising his wine glass: "A guest from afar, Mr. Borsalino."

"I toast you."