Pirate's Swordsman

♂nbsp; Boom!

Accompanied by a deafening explosion, two figures passing by each other separated in mid-air, landing on both ends of the already damaged training ground.

"cough……"

Bista's clothes were in tatters and his body was already covered in scars. He was breathing heavily, looking at Xia Nuo who was almost unscathed across from him, and mocking himself helplessly:

"It's really... it's miserable to be suppressed..."

Standing up with support from his two swords, and wiping away the blood that spilled from the corner of his mouth, Bista shook his head, and soon showed a smile again, grinning at Xia Nuo:

"Be careful next time, I'm going to make a last ditch effort!"

"Ah."

Xia Nuo nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

After the simple conversation, Bista clenched the two foil swords again. He squinted his eyes and stared at Xia Nuo. When he slowly raised the blade, his whole personality suddenly changed, like a man breaking through a cage in the dark night. The beast that emerged exuded a terrifying aura that was eager to devour people.

"Rose Dance·Cross Cross Kill!"

The low and powerful voice fell, and Bista's powerful body, which was more than three meters tall, swept back like black lightning in an instant. At the moment when he stepped on it with force, the two foil swords moved forward at an incredible speed. Cut it down suddenly!

Chacha!

The moment the sword edge slashed down, the terrifying sword pressure surged, and within it, countless pink rose petals unexpectedly appeared, and together with the sword energy that swept through, they pressed towards Xia Nuo in a mighty manner. go.

The first time he saw this overwhelming rain of petals, Xia Nuo was keenly aware of the strangeness in it, and couldn't help but feel a shiver in his heart.

Each of these seemingly beautiful petals is as sharp as a blade. If an ordinary person is not careful, he will fall into endless danger!

"It is indeed a trump card..."

With his thoughts racing like lightning, Xia Nuo gathered his mind and quickly made a decision.

He did not have the idea of ​​using his trump cards such as "Ichino Tai Sword" and "Storm Burial", but without hesitation he drew out the Arashiri and slashed it down quickly from left to right!

Wind Barrier!

The sword energy roared and gathered into a tall wind wall more than ten meters wide, blocking all the rose petals that might endanger Xia Nuo.

At the same time, the Lanqi in Xia Nuo's hand quickly changed from a slash to a pick, and with a backhand sword, he slashed out a giant tornado.

Chi Chi Chi!

The tornado expanded rapidly. In the blink of an eye, its height exceeded 20 meters, and its speed exceeded the sound barrier. It tore the surrounding air crazily, with a fierce momentum, as if the apocalyptic hell was coming.

Even the training ground, which was originally quite spacious, suddenly seemed much cramped the moment the tornado appeared.

As soon as Bista recovered from the shocking scene where his Rose Sword Rain was inexplicably confiscated by the wind wall, he saw the tornado approaching. His expression suddenly changed, and he tiptoed to retreat to the side.

however.

At this moment, the sound of breaking wind suddenly came from behind him, and then he vaguely saw a figure suddenly and strangely appear from the corner of his eye.

Bista was startled, and before he could turn around, the icy-cold sword blade quietly landed on his shoulder.

Feeling the slightest chill coming from his neck, Bista froze in place. After a moment of silence, he put down the swords in his hands and sighed:

"I lost."

Behind him, Xia Nuo, who heard these words, immediately shook his wrist slightly, withdrew Arashiri who was pressing on Bista's neck, and then nodded slightly towards Bista:

"Assignment."

Bista smiled bitterly. Although these were polite words, I really tried my best and had no intention of giving in.

He looked at Xia Nuo, who was still uninjured, with mixed feelings in his heart - Well, he still lost after all...

Although he had already made relevant mental preparations before the duel, but no matter what, his loss this time was too ugly, right?

He had heard of it. When the Gale Swordsman faced off against Drought Jack, he struck out an astonishing sword energy that destroyed the entire port. The Holy White Wolf from the Golden Lion Pirates also died. In the hands of this move.

But what about this time? After only holding on for twenty minutes, the opponent couldn't force out any of his tricks, and he couldn't even break the opponent's comfortable fighting rhythm.

Even though sparring was different from a life-and-death fight, this result was hard for Bista to accept for a while.

"Am I too much weaker than Drought Jack?"

Such an idea flashed through his mind, and he quickly shook his head to deny it - no, it's not like he has never fought against that guy. Although he is indeed a rough-skinned and extremely tough enemy, he is only slightly weaker at most. The whole thing is still on the same level as the other party.

Then there is only one possibility...

Bista's expression became more and more complicated. He looked at the young-looking Xia Nuo in front of him and sighed secretly——

This guy has become much stronger in the past few months after defeating Jack...

…………

In the distance, the edge of the training ground.

The originally standing wall had completely collapsed under the impact of the aftermath of the tornado. Several members of the Whitebeard Pirates team who had watched the whole process were standing stunned in the ruins, obviously not having recovered yet.

"It's... too scary..."

In the end, it was the strong man with a mohawk who broke the silence first. He sat down on the gravel next to him with a thud, staring at the ground, with cold sweat all over his head: "Team... Captain, he even used that move. I came out, but in front of that guy, it was of no use at all..."

"We are no longer on the same level as our opponents..."

Another slim red-haired girl took out a slender cigarette and finally lit it with trembling hands several times while smoking. While murmuring in a low voice: "The other captains... are probably not opponents. I don't know if Captain Marco can beat him if he is here."

"It's probably difficult. You'll have to fight to find out..."

The last bald man, who had been silent for a long time, finally couldn't hold it back anymore and sighed: "In my opinion, with this guy's strength, only dad and a few other four emperors can stabilize the pressure in the new world." Stop him."

What an incredible person...

Everyone stopped talking, acquiescing to the bald man's words - they were not fools, they knew very well that this powerful swordsman was actually less than twenty years old. This was entering a new world. He has grown to such an extent in just about half a year, so what will happen in the long years to come?

"Forget it, they are not enemies anyway. If they are stronger, it will actually be a good thing for us and dad."

After a moment of silence, the slim red-haired girl put out the cigarette in her hand, clapped her hands, and said helplessly:

"Don't forget, dad still wanted to get him to join the gang before, even throwing away the position of captain of the second division, so don't worry about this matter, let's think about how to comfort our captain first Bar."

Also, the rest of the people also woke up from the shock at this moment. They looked at the field and found that the wind swordsman Xia Nuo had left the training ground after saying hello, and their captain Bista was crossing his legs. Sitting on the ground, lowering his head and holding his chin, thinking about something, his back looked a little lost.

"Let's go, invite the captain to have a drink. He can get drunk and sleep for a while. I'll pay for the drink!"

When the strong man with a mohawk saw this, he grinned unkindly. After saying these words, he waved his hand and strode towards the Bista in the distance.

The other team members looked at each other, shook their heads and smiled bitterly. They had no other choice but to follow along.