Chapter 288: When the Son Grows Up, the Father Cannot Control Him

Loki would never forget the experience of having over a hundred hammers shattered by Little Bai Mao in half a year.

To wash away the shame, Loki gathered Elbaf's most renowned blacksmiths and spent a full year forging a new divine weapon great hammer.

With the divine weapon in hand, Loki was brimming with confidence.

"Little Bai Mao, take this hammer!"

The massive iron hammer, wrapped in Conqueror's Haki and Armament Haki, slammed down hard on Saint Saint Saiwen, who had just disembarked.

Seeing this, Saint Saint Saiwen casually drew Mengxiang Yixin.

As the blade rapidly covered itself in dual-colored Haki, purple lightning, and crimson flames, a pitch-black, dark demonic power coiled around the blade.

Clang~

A earth-shattering roar exploded.

Loki was instantly knocked flying, but upon seeing that the massive iron hammer he had pinned his hopes on finally did not shatter.

"Little Bai Mao, again!"

Long-lost bloodlust burned within Loki; he wished he could battle Little Bai Mao for ten days and ten nights, after all, Little Bai Mao was the strongest human Loki had ever seen besides Rocks.

A body as small as a midget,

what exactly did he eat to grow up, to harbor power even more terrifying than his own?

Loki was too lazy to think,

Loki just wanted to fight to his heart's content.

Loki, possessing the bloodline of an Ancient Giant, was completely disproportionate in height to Saint Saint Saiwen, who was only three meters tall, yet he was beaten down by Saint Saint Saiwen's perverted strength.

This battle had nothing to do with combat techniques; it was purely a clash of the most barbaric strength, a collision where male hormones burned to the extreme.

Clang~ Clang~ Clang~

Loki was knocked flying time and again, yet he swung his iron hammer to launch attacks again and again, knowing nothing of fatigue.

As long as the hammer didn't break, there was hope for victory.

The reason he had been defeated so many times before, Loki attributed to the fact that the weapon in his hand was not as good as Little Bai Mao's divine weapon, Mengxiang Yixin.

If Iron Thunder hadn't been tricked away by Little Bai Mao, Loki believed that wielding Iron Thunder he could surely... at least not lose so miserably.

Even with Iron Thunder, the hope of winning was slim.

Watching the two figures fighting on the field, Baret immediately felt a surge of longing.

With the power of the Merge-Merge Fruit, Baret could merge into a height and size equal to Loki's.

Such a sparring partner is one in ten thousand.

Baret decided: once the Captain finished, he must spar a few rounds with this big giant to properly test the power of Haki Binding.

About two and a half hours later...

Boom~ Boom~ Boom~

Loki was knocked flying once again, colliding with and snapping several giant trees in succession before barely stopping, then lying motionless on the ground, beginning to doubt life itself.

Why on earth?

He, Loki, was unmatched in Elbaf, hailed as the War God who could defeat ten thousand men in the Giant Kingdom, yet he kept losing to a tiny Little Bai Mao.

Do the strong ones outside all terrorize like Little Bai Mao?

Thinking that Little Bai Mao was even younger than him, how terrifying must those elder generation strong ones outside be!

The Surface World is truly too dangerous!

Originally, Loki had prepared to follow Little Bai Mao away to see the world beyond Elbaf, but now he awkwardly realized his strength... wasn't up to it either.

He couldn't even beat Little Bai Mao.

He still had to keep training!

Sheathing his sword Mengxiang Yixin, Saint Saint Saiwen suddenly felt a mischievous urge and teased Loki, who was lying on the ground.

"I haven't even used force, and you've already fallen."

Hearing this, Loki suddenly stood up.

"I didn't eat enough today; wait until I come back full to find you and fight again."

Loki decided to find his father for help, to see if there was a way to quickly improve his strength, at least to win once before Little Bai Mao left Elbaf.

He absolutely could not lose to Little Bai Mao again.

"Just you wait," Loki said a harsh word, then hoisted his great hammer and left.

He left with such coolness.

Noticing the fire in Saint Saint Saiwen's eyes, Jia Ba understood that Saint Saint Saiwen was tempted and could only remind him: "Harald will not let Loki leave."

Saint Saint Saiwen dismissed it.

"When the son grows up, the father cannot control him."

"Loki is an independent individual, not Harald's vassal; his opinion is irrelevant."

It must be known that Saint Saint Saiwen was the largest creditor in Elbaf; this visit was made under the guise of collecting debts to negotiate terms with Harald.

The Nidhogg form was just one part; Loki... Saint Saint Saiwen was determined to get him.

Of course, if he could take down the Giant Kingdom of Elbaf, that would be even better; by then, half of the New World would be under the Morning Star Fleet's control.

"Uncle, here's something good for you."

Saint Saint Saiwen did not forget the other purpose of this visit; he casually took out a pure gold ring and handed it to Jia Ba.

"Eh? A gold ring?" Jia Ba examined the ring in his palm, looking somewhat puzzled: "Who gives gold rings between grown men?"

"Is there more? Get one for your auntie too."

Saint Saint Saiwen gave a thumbs up: truly a man who called himself the Apostle of Love, no matter what good thing he encountered, he never forgot his wife.

"Sister Lipri is only 61 this year, right?"

"Converted to human age, it's not even twenty. Uncle, this thing is pure gold; take care and make sure no children touch it."

Jia Ba's son, Keron, is only one year old this year; even at twenty in nineteen years, he would still look like a child.

If he puts on a pure gold ring, Keron will never grow up in his entire life.

"Pure gold?"

Jia Ba pushed the frame on his nose and examined the two rings in his palm closely.

"The kind of pure gold the Celestial Dragons are searching for?"

"Saint Saint Saiwen, you kid have struck it rich."

The legendary pure gold was actually real, and Saint Saint Saiwen had found it; Jia Ba instantly realized: Saint Saint Saiwen held the lifeline of the old timers from the previous era.

Whether pure gold grants immortality no longer matters; the mere ability to extend life is enough to drive the old timers mad.

Ask yourself, who does not wish to live longer?

Especially those standing at the peak, who are even more reluctant to let everything they once possessed turn to bubbles as time passes.

Based on Jia Ba's understanding of Saint Saint Saiwen.

Lei Li, Xia Qi, and Golden Lion, who are closer to Inazuma, and even that guy Whitebeard, have absolutely already put on pure gold rings by now.

"It is the times and fate," Jia Ba sighed deeply.

"If only pure gold could have been found in earlier years, Luo Jie would not have chosen to turn himself in..."

Saint Saint Saiwen could not answer this question.

For the necessary condition to activate the system was witnessing the death of the Pirate King; if Captain Luo Jie were still alive, Saint Saint Saiwen might still be selling fish balls back in his hometown in the East Blue.

Just like the regret of Zhi Bao:

"How can I save you without wearing the tight-fitting spell? How can I love you while wearing the tight-fitting spell?!"

This is a dead loop.

Of course, if pure gold had been found in earlier years, perhaps the Luo Jie Pirates would not have disbanded, or Saint Saint Saiwen would only be able to be an ordinary chef for the rest of his life.

Perhaps in another timeline, the Luo Jie Pirates truly did not disband.

Who can say for sure?

Realizing his words were somewhat dampening the mood, Jia Ba quickly changed the subject.

"Saint Saint Saiwen, you are preparing to sweep us old folks all up in one net."

Saint Saint Saiwen spread both hands: "Uncle."

"I have already cast the net; hurry and come into it."