Pirates: King of the World From the White Town

"Angry? Since you are also a swordsman, let me see what you are capable of."

Abel signaled baby-5 to back off, and he pulled out Qiushui, a sharp sword with 21 cuts and a national treasure of Wano Country.

Doing so is obviously to prepare for a duel with swordsmanship.

Otherwise, if he used all his skills, the process would be too boring.

It will also waste this opponent who has finally met.

The other party still didn't say a word, but rushed over with a long sword in his hand, and swung the sword.

"It's too slow, but the strength is good."

Abel easily blocked it with Qiushui in his hand, but the opponent's wrist was a little numb from the shock.

A flash of shock flashed in the strong man's eyes, as if he didn't expect the other party to have such strong physical fitness at such a young age.

Both speed and strength are above him!

But

The competition in swordsmanship is not only speed and strength, but also skill and will!

The strong man's face became serious again, and then he clenched the long sword with both hands, advancing instead of retreating, and swung back at him with another blow.

And Qiushui in Abel's hand still blocked it accurately.

This time, although there is still a huge force coming, but because the strong man is holding the sword with both hands, when the counter-shock force is transmitted back, it is not as difficult as before.

"It works!"

His rich experience of being undefeated in 3,000 duels in the bullfighting arena gave him unparalleled on-the-spot reaction ability. He would not panic when encountering any difficult opponents, but would deal with them calmly.

So in the blink of an eye, the two sides fought fiercely like a storm with dozens of moves.

The sound of swords colliding seems to be the only existence here.

What surprised the strong man was that the other party was so young, but he could easily keep up with his fighting rhythm.

No matter how he changes his attacks, they can all be resolved by the opponent in an extremely precise and simple way.

This made him really puzzled!

With a strong physical fitness, he can also be understood as a natural talent. After all, some people are born with natural supernatural powers, and some people just run faster than others. This is understandable.

So he thought the young man in front of him was in the same situation.

But combat experience is different.

Yes is yes, no is no.

It is something that needs to be accumulated one after another, one after another.

It took him more than ten years and more than 3,000 battles to hone his ability today.

But the young man in front of him is not only extremely skilled in swordsmanship, which is amazing, but also has so sophisticated combat experience that it is impossible to start.

It's like a Yaksha who fought in the sea of ​​corpses and bones since he was a child!

As for Abel, although as time went by, the abilities and items he could obtain became more and more powerful.

But back then, "Bai Yasha's combat experience and understanding of swordsmanship" was still the thing that influenced him the most!

That was the beginning of his real transformation and change of mentality.

From an ignorant child holding a sharp weapon to a calm and murderous Yasha.

Let him really have the capital and heart to survive in this world.

Including the extension of his subsequent swordsmanship, he has been greatly influenced by 'White Yasha'.

Undefeated more than 3,000 battles is indeed remarkable, but how can the 1v1 battle environment be so bad, the experience of struggling to survive in the cannibal battlefield, and finally surviving? !

It was a terrifying hell where everyone was an enemy!

It's a killing abyss that never ends, and you won't stop and let you rest just because you beat the opponent in front of you!

Always be vigilant, always beware of what is behind you.

All the so-called moves actually have only one purpose, and that is to kill everyone that these eyes can see!

This is, Yasha!

From the beginning of the battle, Abel, who had been expressionless, suddenly changed his momentum.

He suddenly gave up his defense, ignored the sharp sword that was about to brush against his side, and then took the opponent's head with a backhand as fast as the wind.

The strong man seemed to be taken aback by the speed of the counterattack. His eyes opened angrily, his feet slammed on the ground, and then he flew back.

It is impossible not to give up the attack, because his sword may not be able to seriously injure the enemy, but the enemy's sword is enough to cut off his head.

Swish!

The shirt of the strong man was cut open, and a light red line appeared on his chest, bleeding out.

If I reacted a little slower just now, I'm afraid my head will fall to the ground!

Abel wanted to see this guy's level before, so he rarely fought back.

But from now on, he's going to be serious.

So he took the initiative to attack for the first time.

In just a split second, the two switched offense and defense.

The strong man had to defend passively with a serious face, and was a little out of breath under the pressure of Abel's volcanic offensive.

Even holding the sword with both hands, he gradually began to be unable to bear the increasingly heavy force accumulated.

What made his eyelids twitch even more was that after the enemy in front of him turned from defense to offense, it was like a different person.

Only attacking but not defending, the swords and knives carry the tragic momentum of life and death, wanting to die together!

It's not like he hasn't fought opponents of a similar style.

But compared to the young people in front of him, those guys he met before can only be regarded as low-class!

Because this kind of injury-for-injury, reckless style of play can only be used by a lunatic who is truly not afraid of death.

Any slight hesitation and fear will be destroyed by itself.

And the person in front of him was as cold as an iceberg, with no fluctuations in his expression or eyes from the beginning to the end.

Even if he took the risk to fight back, the long sword in his hand had already reached the guy's chest, and could pierce the guy's heart in the next moment.

The opponent still looked like he hadn't moved for ten thousand years, and the extremely sharp long knife in his hand still fell towards his neck without hesitation.

hide?

Or die together?

If this question had been placed ten years ago, he would have plunged into it without hesitation, and it would be more serious to compare whose courage it is!

But at this moment, he thought of his beloved wife and his lovely four-year-old daughter.

He hesitated, he couldn't afford to bet, he didn't want to die!

So he backed off.

He changed his move temporarily and blocked the long sword in his hand on his head.

Just listen to the bang!

One slashed with all his strength, and the other responded hastily.

As the huge counter-shock force came, the strong man's face turned red, but he still couldn't completely block it.

While kneeling on one knee, Bang's arm was also bent, and the long sword cut directly into his shoulder.

Blood splattered everywhere!

In fact, by this time, the winner has already been divided.

Abel hardly used any other abilities, only using the mediocre Yaksha swordsmanship to successfully defeat the opponent.

"The last sword, you hesitated."

"Fear makes your sword no longer sharp, and also loses the courage to move forward. This is the reason for your failure."

"You are no longer a qualified swordsman."