I'm at the Sea, Sword-Drawing Skill Level 999

"Swordsmanship!

Mihawk murmured, his eyes closed involuntarily, and a picture immediately appeared in his mind.

A fruit knife that burst out with a shocking sword glow, first pierced through ten layers of desert swords in one breath, and then suddenly turned sharply in mid-air, like a laser, piercing Crocodile's body at a speed faster than lightning.

"What a fast sword."

"Even after Crocodile was struck by the sword, it took a while before he realized that he was struck by the sword.

"And after I reacted, I didn't even know that I was injured by that fruit knife."

As soon as the idea came to mind, Mihawk's eyes widened in shock, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He made a silent comparison in his heart, placing himself in the same position as Crocodile.

No matter how many times the simulation is performed, the final result is highly consistent.

Can't escape a sword!

The only difference with Crocodile is that he was slightly injured and the other party was seriously injured.

"What... are you kidding?"

"Laozi... Laozi would be defeated by this ridiculous thing. 99

"Then I have been... all the time working hard, from the four seas to the paradise, to the New World... What is all this?"

After realizing it, Crocodile, instead of being happy, turned pale.

He growled and screamed, trying to stand up.

But every time he moved, there would be a heart-piercing pain from the wound, with a tidal wave of fatigue and weakness.

Just roaring, just roaring, seems to have exhausted all the strength of his wreckage.

patter

After several attempts to get up, the whole body was soft, only one mouth was hard Crocodile failed without exception.

The last time he got up, he was so embarrassed that he fell down on the beach, his face covered in cold sweat and blood was completely buried in the sand.

But his body was still twitching, and he still didn't intend to give up.

It seems that he is afraid that after giving up this time, he will no longer have the courage and opportunity to stand in front of Luo Yan.

"Has swordsmanship reached this point?"

"Brother Luo Yan, you are the man I expected. 35

"Flying swordsmanship... If you really practiced it, you would have to retreat if you see ghosts and gods.

Polusalino looked at the fruit knife stained with the blood of the sand crocodile, and then looked at Crocodile, who was struggling on the ground.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would believe that someone could use a fruit knife, and without having to reach out to hold the knife, he could do heavy damage just by thinking, and it could even be said to kill a pirate like Crocodile in seconds.

In particular, Crocodile is also a Logia Sand-Sand Fruit capable.

"Swordsmanship?"

"It's very similar to the sword-drawing technique."

"It can not only slash the body, but also the spirit, making the elementalization of Logia's abilities useless."5

Sakazuki recalled the image of the sword in Crocodile.

The constitution is sand, but it is useless.

Still in the sword.

The mind mirrors the body.

The mind was beheaded, and the body was also beheaded.

The only way to avoid this kind of swordsmanship is to use Observation Haki to perceive the attack, and then elementalize the body in advance to avoid the attack.

Otherwise, rely solely on passive elementalization to resist hard.

It would be no different than getting an attack that entangled Armament Haki.

"It's no wonder that he's never been practicing Conqueror's Haki, nor his physical skills, only focusing on swordsmanship."

"Practice swordsmanship to the point of sanctification. 99

"It doesn't matter whether you have Haki or not, whether you have physical skills or not, it doesn't matter if you have the ability or you are a Haki practitioner, you only need a sword to break it. 39

Thinking of this, an idea involuntarily sprouted in Sakazuki's mind.

A sword breaks everything!

This sentence is too apt to describe Luo Yan's swordsmanship.

The elementalization of Logia that Crocodile relies on is simply a joke.

patter

Just as everyone present was moved by Luo Yan's sword-fighting skills, Crocodile, who had collapsed on the ground like a dead dog, had no idea how many times he curled up and tried to get up, and then did not know how many times he failed and fell again. on the ground.

The blood oozing from the wound had dyed the sand beneath him scarlet.

But he was still struggling.

"(acfe) still won't give up?"

After seeing Crocodile's struggles, Luo Yan slowly raised his right hand on the armrest of the chair, and pointed a forefinger at Crocodile's head:

"Don't be too persistent, step on the ant without killing him, this power is very difficult for Master!"

At the same time, the fruit knife seemed to correspond to Luo Yan's voice and movements.

Originally motionless and unresponsive, the fruit knife immediately adjusted its position.

As his fingers changed, the blade of the fruit knife also pointed at Crocodile's head simultaneously, as if telling the other party that if he persisted and struggled, the knife would stab again.

"Ah! 35

But the blade hasn't fallen yet.

A great terror of life and death, such as mountain repression, had weighed down Crocodile.

He didn't know if it was because he struggled too many times, or if he faced the shock of the blade hanging above his head, he followed the camel that was crushed by the last straw, and his body gradually collapsed in the bright red sand.

Apart from twitching slightly from time to time, he could no longer struggle to get up like he did just now.

"Get up!"

"Bastard...get me up!"

"Damn it...can't even get that man to draw the sword himself... Damn it! 39

Crocodile did his best to lift his face from the sand.

At this time, his face was covered with blood and sand.

I can no longer find the arrogance and arrogance of the star when he appeared on the stage.

A stroke of swordsmanship.

A fruit knife.

In an instant, his arrogance was extinguished, and his arrogance was torn apart.

"It turns out... I'm only a man of this level in Crocodile!"

Crocodile raised his head with difficulty and stared at Luo Yan with all his strength, as if he wanted to carve into the depths of his brain the man who was so badly injured that he fell to the ground without even getting up from the chair or even moving his fingers.

Immediately afterwards, the pain, weakness, and fatigue that were several times greater than before turned into a boundless darkness, which quickly drowned the vision and consciousness in front of him.

patter

Proud sand crocodile.

The rebellious Crocodile finally lowered his head.

He was completely paralyzed in a pool of blood, unable to even move.

call out

Almost at the moment when Crocodile's eyes closed and he was unconscious, a golden light shot from the warship in front of him, and then, Polsalino quickly walked out from the golden light.

Snapped

He first looked down at Crocodile, who was crawling beside his feet, then raised his feet and gently rubbed Crocodile's blood and sandy face with his white leather shoes, as if to confirm whether the other party was pretending to be dead.

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