Pirates: Usurping a Kingdom Is Surprisingly Easy

Currently, Burgess, the fighting champion, has not yet become a pirate, nor does he have the 20,000,000 Berries bounty he had during the Summit War. Logically speaking, in the Summit War, where experts were as common as clouds, this brute with only a 20,000,000 Berries bounty was completely out of his league; any Marine Admiral could instantly kill him. Yet, this guy actually withstood a punch from Iron Fist Garp and an impact wave from Fleet Admiral Sengoku, and still didn't die. He was still lively during the siege of Whitebeard. It's clear this guy has a very thick health bar.

As Burgess, the hot-tempered fighting champion, suddenly attacked a somewhat famous Bounty Hunter, the entire port erupted into chaos. Cursing and shouts instantly exploded, making the port boil.

"I haven't defeated a 50,000,000 Berries pirate, but it's enough if I can defeat you!"

Burgess grinned, looking at the Bounty Hunter he had sent flying with a single punch, without the slightest bit of guilt for his sudden attack.

"Who else?! Are there any Bounty Hunters who have defeated a 50,000,000 Berries pirate?! Who else wants to be an Imperial Baron?!"

Burgess greatly enjoyed being the center of attention. Whether it was people disliking him, or their anger and displeasure, he liked it all. He just loved seeing others look at him with helplessness, disliking him but unable to do anything about him. He was already invincible on Stoa Island in the Grand Line. However, after leaving the island, not many people recognized him, which made him desperately want to make a name for himself.

These days, he had seen the names of those guys from the Goa Empire in the newspapers, and he wanted to see if these so-called "One Emperor, Two Marquises" were really that strong. He didn't necessarily want to be a Baron of the Goa Empire; he just wanted to make a name for himself.

"You dare to ambush me! State your name!!"

The Bounty Hunter attacked by Burgess drew his greatsword, looking at this extremely burly bastard with killing intent.

"I am the fighting champion Jesus Burgess! Remember my name!"

Burgess laughed widely, shouting wantonly; today he would make his name truly famous.

"Go to hell! Bastard!"

The Bounty Hunter swung his sword, striking with extreme speed, indeed showing considerable strength.

"You can't become a fighting champion using weapons!"

Burgess laughed confidently, stomping his foot on the ground, then his hands bulged with veins, and he directly tore up a large chunk of the ground, smashing it out fiercely.

"Boom!"

This sword-wielding Bounty Hunter was directly sent flying by the ground rock, spitting out large mouthfuls of blood, and was pinned to the ground.

"Tch, I thought he was stronger!"

Burgess was immersed in the pleasure of victory; he now craved an evenly matched opponent.

"Who else?!"

Burgess now wished he could immediately appear on the front page of Big News Morgans to spread his name. However, he was clearly overthinking it. Big News Morgans would not waste space describing such an unknown nobody. Even Viscount Zoro of the Goa Empire had no further reports after a while.

At this moment, a dilapidated small fleet, consisting of three warships, sailed into Alabasta Port.

"The people of the Goa Empire haven't left yet, right!"

Sparton's eyes were filled with longing; this time, killing his way back from the New World to the Grand Line, he spent a lot of Berries. Coating their ship at the initial island in the New World, entering Fish-Man Island, and then coating it again to leave Fish-Man Island, they resupplied at various islands, almost depleting his savings. Now, he could finally usher in his dawn.

Originally, with his strength, if he became a pirate, he wouldn't fare too badly in the New World. If he joined a Four Emperors crew, he would probably do even better, definitely becoming a high-ranking cadre. But he had an irreconcilable hatred for pirates; he detested them, and he was still a man of principles and aspirations; he didn't want to become a pirate.

Now, both the World Government and the Marines refused to accept him, a person from a chaotic island of a non-allied nation; he could only place his hopes on Emperor Kael, and on this Goa Empire that elevated nobility through military achievements.

"Uncle Sparton, so many people, so prosperous!"

On these three dilapidated sailing ships, there were quite a number of young boys and girls. These were all islanders and orphans Sparton had adopted and recruited from his hometown. Some young people who still held hope for the world. In that decayed and broken homeland, not being filled with hatred and resentment was already very precious.

"Uncle Sparton, will we really be able to eat our fill in the future?!"

A shabbily dressed girl looked forward with anticipation. For people born on the chaotic islands of the New World, just surviving and eating their fill required expending all their strength.

"Yes, Little Tan, I will definitely make sure you all eat your fill and grow up safely."

Sparton patted the girl's small head, firmly making his promise.

"Ahaha, it seems even paupers and fishermen from remote islands want to join the Goa Empire!"

A three-masted sailing ship with a wolf's head figurehead sailed into the port, and upon seeing the three dilapidated sailing ships, a burly man on board, whose fingers and neck were adorned with jewelry, immediately mocked them.

"Boss is right, defeating a pirate with a 50,000,000 Berries bounty is just a prerequisite for becoming an Imperial Baron. The important thing is still Emperor Kael's impression."

"What right do these shabby commoners have to catch His Majesty's eye?"

"They don't even change into new clothes, and they still want to become Imperial nobles? Go back to fishing!"

Some successful Bounty Hunters and strong individuals, and even some nobles from other nations, all wanted to become nobles of the Goa Empire. Facing so many competitors, they naturally had to properly clear out some nonsensical, dirty commoners, so as not to waste their and Emperor Kael's time.

"Uncle Sparton..."

The group of young boys and girls glared angrily at these rude bastards. Having come from the New World, they were not to be trifled with. If Sparton hadn't consistently adhered to the principle of not using pirate ships and had all pirate ships destroyed, they would have long since switched to other pirate ships.

"What does it matter if they say a few words? They are not our enemies yet."

Sparton smiled faintly; he had long been accustomed to others' provocations in the New World. If he couldn't control himself about anything, he might have long since provoked the subordinate forces of the Four Emperors.

But the next moment, Sparton's eyes instantly became incredibly sharp, and a killing aura erupted from him, because a Bounty Hunter drew his sword and jumped onto their sailing ship. This instantly excited the young boys and girls. There was no fear in their eyes, and even a hint of eager anticipation.

"Whoosh!"

Sparton instantly disappeared from his spot, sending the Bounty Hunter who had just jumped onto the dilapidated sailing ship flying with a crash, creating a large blood-red splash on the sea surface.

"Even a Four Emperors cadre cannot step on my ship!"

Sparton looked with killing intent at these Grand Line Bounty Hunters. These types were even worse than the dark slave-hunting groups of the New World, yet they dared to draw their swords against his people.

"So strong!"

"So fast!"

"Where did these shabbily dressed guys come from?!"

"Could they really be some kind of masters?!"