I Don’t Want to Be a General, I Choose Buddhism

As Ion's words resounded through the port, Corazon's movements paused, and he stopped more than ten meters away from Ion, his expression became particularly complicated.

After a long while, Corrazon took a deep breath and said word by word.

"Ion, I said back then, don't show up in front of me again, or I will kill you, and make you feel the pain of the death of someone I once cherished!"

...

This conversation passed into Wu Lao Xing's ears, but it made Wu Lao Xing a little puzzled.

What is the deep hatred between Corason and Ion?

Shouldn't the relationship between them be good?

Could it be that Ion concealed something from the navy and the world government?

...

"Corrasson, as a navy position, I have my own duty. Whether it is killing your brother Doflamingo in the past or appearing in front of you now, you should be able to understand the same as the navy. "Ion said.

Corason's expression twitched slightly, and said.

"Once upon a time, I thought I could understand, and even willing to return to the family as a naval spy in order to prevent my brother's evil deeds."

"However, when my brother really died in front of me, I understood that I was wrong, and that was my last relative."

"And you, kill the only one of my blood-linked relatives left, Ion!!!"

Corrazon's tone gradually became angry, and said.

"How do you make me understand you? Ion!!!"

"I just want to stop him, and you, why kill him? Why???"

Corason was questioning, roaring.

At this moment, Ion was already excited and asked rhetorically.

"Isn't this impossible? We are the navy, the navy!!! Don't you, Corasson, as the navy, don't even have such a sense of consciousness? Even you **** joined the virtual circle organization."

"Yes, I just joined the virtual circle organization, so what? Strength, only by joining the virtual circle organization can I gain enough strength to inherit my brother's legacy, lead the Don Quixote family to grow and grow, and restore history. Brilliant," Corrazon said.

"You are crazy, Corrasson, have you and I forgotten the dream of maintaining the peace of the sea and the idea of ​​defending the justice of the sea to the death?" Ion asked.

"Ha ha ha..."

Corrazon said with a sneer. "Ion, you guy who hasn't experienced darkness at all don't understand anything."

"When a family member whom you valued and connected by blood dies in front of you, but you are unable to change this tragedy, you will not still hold this ridiculous idea."

"Peace? Justice? That's just a more convenient way for the world government to rule the sea."

Ion heard this, shook his head, and said. "It's you, Corazon, who don't understand. It is precisely because the world government rules this sea that there is a possibility of peace."

...

As the arguing between Corason and Ion came to the ears of Wu Lao Xing, it was considered as a solution for Wu Lao Xing.

In addition to the reason for the relationship between Ion and Corazon, it is also clear about Corazon's purpose and the reason for joining the virtual circle organization.

...

"Ion, I gave up convincing you..."

Coralzon slowly raised the sickle in his hand and said. "I don't want to kill you, but maybe this sea is so desperate."

After a pause, Corazon spoke to the rest of the Don Quixote family cadres behind him.

"This is a grievance between me and Ion, don't interfere, I will personally make the final decision with Ion."

In the next instant, Corason suddenly jumped at Ion, and the two sickles reflected terrible sharp edges under the last rays of the setting sun.

On the contrary, a large number of cherry blossoms flew up beside Ion and moved towards Coralzon.

"Squeaky..."

A large number of fine cutting sounds that made the scalp numb were heard. Under the cutting of a large number of cherry blossoms, Corazon was unscathed.

"Ion, this is the power I gained from the virtual circle organization! The power to perfectly restrain you!"

The sickle fell, and the terrible flying slash came straight to Ion.

Ion hurriedly pushed Lucki away from his side, but he quickly left the place and distanced himself from Corrazon.

However, Korazon, who entered the "Holy Cry Praying Mantis" situation, was also extremely fast, almost reaching the same level as Ion.

For a while, the afterimages of Ion and Corason flickered in the harbor.

If it weren't for large swathes of cherry blossoms constantly flying in the air, the Don Quixote family cadres and Lu Qi who were watching the battle would not even be able to confirm the trajectories of Ion and Corazon.

"Ion, the name of the power given by the virtual circle organization is called the Holy Cry Mantis, the Holy Cry Mantis that can bestow despair on the enemy, remember this name, and then go to death in despair."

Corason's voice was full of anger, reluctance, and crying sadly, making people moved, completely expressing the pain and helplessness between the righteous brothers who had to fight because of their different positions and hatred.

"Ion, I will kill you, and then bury you under the cherry blossoms of the Kingdom of Dresrosa, and let you see how I change this sea..."

With another sound of air tearing, a large number of cherry blossoms were blasted to pieces, and Ion was blasted straight to the ground, causing bursts of smoke and dust on the street blocked by buildings on the other side of the port.

"Corrasson, don't underestimate me..."

Then Ion's voice sounded, and the number of cherry blossoms suddenly increased, surging in all directions like a fountain.

The next moment, fierce battles sounded, the roar of flying slashing, the grinding of cherry blossoms cutting steel, and the shouts of Corazon and Ion.

The momentum is so big that it is even more eye-catching than the huge rock giant on the other side of the battlefield.

Only under the cover of the buildings and the cherry blossoms like the vast ocean, no one could see the specific battle between Corason and Ion.

...

Within the cherry blossom sea.

The tragic fighting imagined by the five old stars, Lu Qi, and the cadres of the Don Quixote family did not exist, and Corazon and Ion sat on a stone bench in the street amicably side by side.

"Corazon, what about the blood packs that you asked you to prepare in advance?"

"it's here."

Coralzon took out three or four bags of blood from his arms to help Ion start putting on make-up. His half body was stained red with blood, his hair was messed up, and a small corner of his glasses was deliberately broken.

Finally, Ion stuffed the last little blood bag in his mouth, ready to use it later.

In this sea where there is no film and television drama and Oscar culture, Ion's series of show operations made Colasson sigh.