Save the world from Luffy

Chapter 208 It's Late But Arrived
"Boom~"

The doorway behind everyone was suddenly blocked by a thick stone slab, and the half-meter-thick stone slab looked just like that.
as light as paper
The people present hardly took the small matter of "cutting off" the back road to heart.

"Luffy, I need to go first."

Brooke held the cane in his hand, and stared at Hobuck, who was escorted by the zombies and fled in a hurry.

"Is that swordsman the carrier of your shadow?" Seeing the zombie warrior wearing a samurai robe with a dagger on his waist quickly disappearing outside the gate, Luffy turned his head to Brook and asked.

"Yes."

Gently nodding, Brook calmly walked towards the swarming army of zombies,

Then his figure swayed slightly, and he crossed a distance of tens of meters in the blink of an eye, and came to the gate.

"Nose Song San Ding·Nocking Slash!"

Brook put the double-edged sword into the sheath, and there were nearly twenty zombies on the straight path passing by, but when he put the sword into the sheath, there were many tragic cut marks on his body.

"So fast."

Sauron murmured softly as he watched the slash that was so swift as lightning that normal people could not see it clearly with naked eyes.

"What an astonishing feat."

Even if he exceeded the limit of human fitness, Sauron could only see a vague phantom passing by the group of fallen zombies with agility and lightness beyond imagination.

He never saw the light of the sword, nor how Brook drew the sword.

Bringing lightness and agility to the extreme, Brook, who only has a skeleton left, has an extremely light body that surpasses that of a human, and his sword skills have gone to an extreme.

Different from Sauron's technique, power, and ingenuity, Brook's path is technique and spirit.

The two have their own advantages and disadvantages. Sauron thinks that there is a big difference in speed, but in other aspects, or in terms of overall strength, Sauron has his own stronger self-confidence.

"Follow me if you want to." Luffy gave the swordsman a nudge, "Looking at different styles of sword skills should give you more inspiration."

"Then Sanji, Franky, you two take your time, I'll go first."

Restraining the urge to fight with a knife to clear the area, Zoro stepped on the moon step and shaved across a distance of tens of meters and left the room in an instant, chasing Brooke away.

"Come on, both of you."

Marion has already spread out the tablecloth for the picnic, tea is boiling on the small stove, fried chicken, potato chips, cakes, dried fruit and popcorn, the cute pet group and the theater foursome who are starting to make soy sauce are waiting for the good news The beginning of the play.

"It's really just the two of us?"

Sanji and Franky looked at each other, but the zombie army in front of them would not give them any more time to chat.

Wind cannon!
Franky kicked off the battle.

With the high-speed spinning kick, red flames ignited on Sanji's legs.

Devil's foot!

On 2V167, a short movie about beating up a little zombie started to watch, and the melon-eating group drank tea leisurely, chatted and pointed.

And outside the gate.

On the forest bridge connecting the mansion and the castle, the zombie swordsman stopped and pulled out the black and red patterned sharp blade from his waist.

"Do you still want to challenge me again?"

The zombie swordsman looked at Brook calmly, as if he was looking at a corpse. A skeleton without flesh and blood was not much different from a corpse lying in a tomb.

"You know very well that you cannot defeat me."

Brook didn't say a word, but silently drew out his stick sword, pointing at the zombie swordsman.

"Even so." Brooke rubbed his body, and the snow-white sword blade only left a trace of undetectable cold light to show his existence. The straightforward thrust showed Brooke's determination.

The sound of clashing swords tore apart the quiet night, and the breeze brought by the incomparable sharpness made the weeds on the side of the road shorter in an instant, and the cut surface was as smooth as a mirror.

The violent thrusts were dazzling, and the zombie swordsman holding a black and red sword easily caught Brook's attack.

With Brooke's own shadow as the source of power that drives this body, the swordsmanship from the same source should be equally divided, but after all, this is the swordsmanship that Brooke once used.

Drifting on the sea for decades, Brook was immersed in loneliness and all kinds of good or bad nightmares.

Only the fine wine of Binks can give his lonely heart some comfort and encouragement, allowing him to maintain his sobriety as a human being in the long years where it is difficult to discern the passage of time.

Let him feel that he is really alive, even if he becomes a skeleton, he is still alive as a human being.

In contrast, Brooke's swordsmanship has not improved at all in the past few decades, and it is even correct to say that it has deteriorated.

The man he used to be, the man who used to hold a sword, is not the skeleton he is now.

He had been a man of flesh and blood.

The loss of flesh and blood allowed him to have a lighter body, but it also made him lose the strength he had when he had flesh and blood.

Lightness taken to the extreme is a good thing, but also a bad thing.

The fundamental change made the previous swordsmanship a little incongruous, an incongruity that Brook himself hadn't noticed.

And this zombie swordsman, while inheriting Brook's dexterity, his current body has relatively complete flesh and blood, not a skeleton with no speed and no strength.

Even though he was slightly inferior in lightness, in terms of overall strength, he completely crushed Brook.

In the eyes of the zombie swordsman, Brooke's extreme swordsmanship looked like a child's joke.

This kind of frivolous, uncoordinated swordsmanship because he hadn't found the difference from before, it is impossible to beat him at all, even if he is given one hand, the zombie swordsman will never lose.

In the last encounter, he knocked away Brook's double-edged sword and completely defeated him, but now, the outcome is still very different.

"yohohohoho~"

The zombie swordsman let out a deep laugh. The blows were faster and harder than the last. Brooke could only struggle to parry. Like a cat playing with a mouse, he was hit by a thrust that was difficult to resist. He hit Brook's sword blade and knocked him flying to the tree trunk of the forest bridge.

Breathing heavily and even starting to smoke, Brook leaned against the tree trunk and panted. The double-edged sword pierced the ground, supporting his buoyant body with only bones left.

"It's over." Holding the knife and pointing the blade at the ground, the zombie swordsman calmly said to Brook: "How about simply admitting your failure?"

But Brook, who turned into a skeleton, slowly straightened his back, stood up with difficulty while supporting the trunk, and pulled out the bone stuck in the trunk.

"It's like a phoenix."

"Or, is it worthy of being a skeleton? You should not have the strength to get up."

The zombie swordsman shook his head lightly.

"It's almost time for you to stop completely, so that you don't come back to take the shadow back."

"It's really a pity that I can't kill you directly. After all, I still need your shadow to maintain my actions."

"How about letting me chop off your parts with my good arrow tail chop?"

The ironic words seemed to hurt Brooke's heart. Even though he felt that his skeleton was about to fail, he still forcibly stood up straight and leaned against the tree trunk to prevent himself from falling down.

"You obviously don't know anything."

Anger seemed to ignite in the empty eye sockets, and Brook's hand holding the sword trembled a little.

"This is the common name given to me by my companions because they admired the quick-cutting technique I used, Banderoru's Requiem, as I was born in the kingdom's surprise attack force."

"Bige Sanding·Arrowtail Slash! This is the name my companions gave me!"

"Even if you have my character and moves, you who have forgotten your thoughts and feelings are not worthy of this name!"

Brook pulled out the double-edged sword from the ground, and staggered forward half a step.

"Yohehe~"

There was disdain in the laughter.

"Since that's the case, then you, the deity, come and try to decipher my counterfeit swordsmanship."

He turned the blade over, "This is your last chance."

A skeleton, a zombie.

The two existences, which can hardly be directly called human beings, walked towards each other calmly and firmly.

Seems to just walk peacefully.

Then they passed each other and stopped with their backs to each other.

"Nose Song San Ding——"

"Arrow tail cut!"

But it was the zombie swordsman who said the last three words, and the sword light, which was too fast to be seen by the naked eye, finally arrived.
Late but arrived
PS: After all, I still couldn’t make up what I owed before--
(End of this chapter)