Pirate Shadow King

"The battle between swordsmen and swordsmen is really exciting!"

Ryoma took a step forward with his sword and clogs, protecting Moria behind him. Moria behind him looked like he was watching the show.

"Ryoma, please be careful, this old man will live!"

Moria ordered to Ryoma.

In fact, Moria could have used the fusion technique with Ryoma to take action himself, but he was not careful in his action, and there might be no bones left behind with one strike. After thinking about it, it was more appropriate for Ryoma to take action.

When the old man saw Ryoma standing up, he was startled for a moment, and then his expression shrank, because he felt an aura from Ryoma that was only stronger than him.

"Kid, is this your Devil Fruit ability? I have never seen such a weird thing in all my years of living!" The old man stood with a knife and asked Moria.

Moria smiled faintly, but did not agree or explain.

"tread!"

The clogs under Longma's feet exerted force and made a soft sound. He jumped up, then pulled out the autumn water and chopped it towards the old man's head.

"Chong!"

The autumn water collided with the kitchen knife, making a metallic sound. The autumn water and the kitchen knife were in a stalemate for a while, and sparks flew out.

As soon as they made contact, the old man felt a strong force coming from the tiger's mouth. The shock made him want to release the kitchen knife, and he couldn't help but be horrified.

Moreover, he could feel that the samurai in front of him had not yet used all his strength. With this kind of strength, even in his heyday, he was not necessarily an opponent.

"There is such a magical devil fruit. This is the first time I have seen it."

The kitchen knife and Qiushui collided with each other. The old man looked in front of him, not knowing who he was talking to.

"Shhhhhh!"

Ryoma drew his sword and took half a step back. The autumn water in his hand slashed at the old man, very fast, but not very strong.

"Clang clang clang!"

Every time the blades clashed, there were sparks. Although the strange kitchen knife in the old man's hand was much shorter than Qiushui, it could always block Ryoma's attacks accurately.

Ryoma gradually increased his strength, and the old man no longer responded so calmly. Instead, he retreated while parrying Ryoma's attacks with difficulty.

Now in his old age, he is only at Zoro's level. When he was young, he might be much stronger, but at the highest level, he would not exceed Ryoma's level.

Besides, Ryoma had stopped his hand. If he used a powerful killing move, the old man would fall to the ground almost instantly.

"Hoohoo!"

The old man backed away while fending off Ryoma's attacks. Perhaps due to his old age, he began to retreat continuously due to lack of physical strength. Gradually, it became a bit difficult to deal with it.

Ryoma's attacks were like a violent storm, moving left and right. It felt like he was playing tricks on the old man.

He and Ryoma were not opponents of the same level to begin with.

If the number one general under his command could be randomly selected and he could win [-]-[-], Moria would not have to go to Kaido for revenge, but would just prepare to give birth to more little devils, waiting to avenge his father.

When it got to that point, Moria felt that Bigmom's method seemed good.

"That's it, Ryoma. Let's resolve the battle quickly. There's nothing interesting about it."

Moria yawned and ordered Ryoma. He thought that the old man's performance at the beginning was very powerful, but it turned out that the bigger he got, the worse he got. Others were getting braver as they fought, but he was doing better, and the more he fought, the weaker he became.

Is it because he is too old and lacks physical strength?

Moria glanced at the old man. Indeed, he was already old-fashioned, and it was indeed not easy to persist until now.

Unlike him who is over fifty, he doesn't feel old at all. His hair and skin are still intact, maybe it's not because of the human race!

Moria felt that even if Luffy was sent away, he would not necessarily die.

"Chong!"

A crisp sound brought Moria back to reality. Ryoma held the scabbard in one hand and raised the other hand in front of his eyes. The kitchen knife in the old man's hand fell down and was inserted into the ground.

Ryoma's autumn water also pressed against the old man's neck.

As expected of a dragon-slaying swordsman, as soon as Moria gave the order, the outcome was decided.

"Do you know how powerful I am now? Follow me obediently. I advise you not to toast or eat as a fine. The consequences will be serious."

Moria's voice came from behind Ryoma.

The old man stood motionless, his face as pale as a plaster cast.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out from the old man's mouth, and then he quickly shrank and returned to his old and thin appearance.

The moment blood spurted out, Ryoma backed away and the old man lay back on the ground.

"This... is so angry that you bite your tongue and commit suicide? Are you dead?"

"Huh? Dead? That would be great!"

Moria secretly thought, just now she subconsciously wanted to drag this old man to cook and live, but now she suddenly remembered that death would be the same, and it would be more convenient.

A sinister smile appeared on Moria's face.

Now I have to die even if I don't die.

Moria walked directly to the old man's side and said to the old man lying on the ground: "Hey! Old man, are you dead? If you are dead, just say something."

"Cough cough!"

The old man coughed twice, but he was not dead.

A trace of cruelty flashed across Moria's face, and he waved towards Ryoma, and then said to the old man: "Do you have any last words? If not, you can get on your way."

Ryoma walked up to the old man with a knife, ready to kill him with a knife.

"Wait...wait a minute!"

The old man raised his withered arm, tremblingly trying to stop Ryoma's falling knife.

It is not strange in this world to kill someone just because they disagree. Compared to those who die for a reason, more people die inexplicably.

The old man was not surprised by this. He was a pirate, and he had countless lives on his hands.

It's just that now that people are about to die, their words are kind.

The autumn water stopped in response.

"What else do you have? Let me tell you first that I will not let you go, and I will no longer recruit you to join the pirate group." Moria asked coldly.

"I'm not begging for mercy from you. If you kill me, I'd still like to thank you! Ahem!" After the old man finished speaking, he spat out a few more mouthfuls of blood.

Moria could see that this seemed to be the sequelae of the old man's increased strength, but in reaction, Moria felt strange. Someone was killed and he still wanted to express his gratitude to the murderer?

How strange!But Moria was indeed interested and did not let Ryoma take action directly.

Seeing that Moriah didn't do anything, and seemed to be listening, the old man said: "Actually, I have been here for so many years, and it's not like no one has invited me on board, and it's not like I haven't been tempted, but I stay here to have my Purpose…"

"It's not because of the salt in the water city or the beauty, it's... because I'm waiting for the former captain to pick me up on the ship!"

Moria was stunned when he heard this. The old man has become like this. Maybe his captain has died long ago. What else is there to wait for?

The old man seemed to be reminiscing, with turbid liquid flowing out of his eyes, and he said calmly: "As a captain, he is not qualified..."

"But we'd still like to call him captain!"

Unqualified captain?Moria was very confused. If it wasn't Roger and Rocks, then who were they?