The Pirate I Am Undead

Chapter 85 Planning and Consultation

Click's plan is simple: design a trap and use Ah Jin as bait to fish out Mo Jing.

Simple, fast and efficient!

Even if Mo Jing is a fish-man, he only needs to lure Ah Jin deep into the interior.

Originally, his plan was to set a trap and catch Mo Jing and others in one fell swoop, but the reward of 100 million a few days ago shocked him severely. He drank here for three days in a daze, until he overheard what just happened. The conversation suddenly picked up again.

Doflamingo, that must be the King's Shichibukai who is as famous as Hawkeye!

"No one understands Ah Jin better than me!" A sinister smile appeared on Crick's face: "As long as I ask to talk to him, no matter what, he will definitely come to see me!"

Baby-5 and Buffalo looked at each other, looking down at the phone bug on the table.

"Young Master, do we want to cooperate with this guy?" Baby-5 asked. To be fair, she was eager to take revenge on Mo Jing, but at this time, the interests of the Don Quixote family must prevail.

"Interesting!" Doflamingo's voice came from the receiver, and he had calmed down again.

"It seems that you only lack one person who can catch Mo Jing."

Baby-5's eyes lit up: "Young Master, are you ready to send more cadres to support?"

Doflamingo on the other end of the phone did not answer immediately, but asked her: "Who do you want to support you?"

"Of course it's Diamanti!" Baby-5 had already prepared a plan and couldn't wait to say: "The Mo Jing on land can only tie with Bogart, Garp's adjutant. Diamanti plus me and Ba Farrow will definitely catch him!"

"Idiot!" Doflamingo's dissatisfied voice came from the phone: "You have already lost a hand, and two members of the family have died... No one knows what is hidden in the East China Sea now. What do you want? Are we going to let family leaders continue to die?"

"Then what should we do?" Buffalo couldn't help but asked.

"Don't we still have business partners?" After two seconds of silence, Doflamingo's malicious voice came out on the phone: "That's Yonko Kaido. The sales point in Donghai was destroyed, so he should too Come on, do your part. Aren’t the Lingkong Six Sons very free? Not to mention dealing with a pirate with a bounty of 100 million, even 200 to 300 million won’t be a problem, right?”

On the other end of the phone, Baby-5 and Buffalo were sweating profusely. Didn't the two of them destroy the auction house? They meant to blame it on Mo Jing, right? They even dared to take advantage of the Four Emperors. He was indeed a young man. host!

You know, although the Six Lingkong Sons are not the strongest subordinates under Yonko Kaido, but in terms of bounty alone, each one is on par with Doflamingo (ten years ago), and they are not Don Quixotes like them at all. The cadres of the De family can't compare, and even Diamanti is not worth mentioning in front of them.

Now the two of them were no longer worried about whether they could catch Mo Jing, but instead began to worry about whether the reinforcements would feel slighted because the enemy was too weak, and instead blame them!

……

Two days later,

East China Sea, Shuangyue Village, Shuangyue Dojo.

On the central training ground, two figures were fighting fiercely.

One of them was wearing a simple kendo uniform, with tattered trousers on his lower body, but his attack was extremely fierce. The wooden sword in his hand was fast and slow, sometimes gentle and watery, sometimes sharp and sharp, and the rhythm was unpredictable, giving people a feeling Extremely uncomfortable.

It was Mo Jing.

The other person wears glasses and standard kendo clothes, with a gentle smile. At this time, his expression is focused, focusing on defense, retreating from time to time, his footsteps are steady and sophisticated, and centered on the training ground, he blocks all Mo Jing's moves. Down!

This person is none other than the master of Shuoyue Dojo, Shuoyue Koushiro.

The two fought for dozens of minutes, and although neither of them tried their best, they both showed the essence of their respective swordsmanship.

The little apprentices surrounding the training ground all opened their eyes wide, yearning for it.

Suddenly, Mo Jing took a step back, slashed hard, and a dim half-moon sword energy roared towards Koushiro!

But Koushiro had no idea of ​​evading it. Instead, he calmly stretched out his sword and directed the sword energy to the sword. He turned around and returned it all!

Even the speed and power have reached a new level!

Mo Jing's eyes suddenly lit up, he took a deep breath, concentrated completely, and was highly concentrated - a very different visual picture appeared in his mind, and vaguely, a gray crack appeared and disappeared on the incoming sword light. .

"I smell it!" The corner of his mouth curled up.

The wooden sword in his hand was slashing through the air, seemingly without any force, but the entire blade collapsed silently, turning into chaotic airflow and blowing on the faces of the confused young apprentices.

Mo Jing was about to step forward again when Koushiro suddenly raised his hand and said, "Let's call it a day!"

He supported his waist and said with a helpless smile: "As I get older, my body won't be able to survive if I continue to be beaten."

Mo Jing twitched the corner of his mouth and put away the wooden knife.

Why is your health not doing well? You just want to be lazy!

Seeing that Koushiro had already begun to greet the excited young apprentices below to start practicing swordsmanship, Mo Jing shook his head, made a gesture to Koushiro, rubbed the rough heads of several young apprentices, and walked out to the scene with their adoring eyes, all the way He walked towards the hillside behind the dojo.

This was his third day at Shuangyue Dojo. Originally, he just wanted to find a place to wait for Garp to see if he really gave up the pursuit, but he unexpectedly encountered a surprise.

Shigetsuki Koushiro!

A man whose swordsmanship was so strong that he couldn't see through it.

In infrared vision, the energy fluctuations in Koushiro's body were only about the same as his, but after the fight, Mo Jing understood clearly that his sword skills were not as good as Koshiro's.

In three days, the two competed seven or eight times, each time hitting the mark. Each battle inspired Mo Jing greatly. Koushiro seemed used to teaching swordsmanship and was not stingy in sharing his understanding of kendo with Mo Jing. Jing.

In this regard, Mo Jing of course also responded with a peach, and shared his understanding of the way of water with Koushiro.

So there was a small drink after each dojo class.

After dinner, on the hillside, Mo Jing discussed the previous battle with a plate of wine:

"That's too much. Give someone else's moves back."

This move is not difficult in principle, a bit like the "Tianji Flow" he developed, but to do it, the conditions are extremely demanding. It has extremely high requirements for observation, timing, strength, etc., even in Mo Jing also seemed to have superb skills.

"Hahaha, it can't compare to your sword that can cut through anything!" Koushiro responded with a smile, "That sword alone may have exceeded the scope of 'jutsu'!"

What he was talking about was the "gap" in Mo Jing's attack that relied on "Trait: Sniffing Death".

If it could really cut off all things, it would indeed be an extremely terrifying skill. Unfortunately, it is not the case. Today, Mo Jing was able to cut off the sword light with one sword. One reason is that the sword light came from him, and the other reason is that after three days of fighting, He was already very familiar with Koushiro.

Just like big data analysis, the larger the number of samples, the more likely it is to analyze the opponent's weaknesses.

The two of them blew each other, and both of them were very satisfied.

Mo Jing took the opportunity to ask about the doubt that had been bothering him for a long time: "I have been practicing swordsmanship so far. Although I have always felt the rapid progress and inexhaustible inspiration, there are always times when I feel like I still have unfinished ideas. I feel that Some moves always seem to be stronger on the surface, but in fact the moves have been developed to the end, what's going on?"

Koushiro pondered for a moment and said slowly: "Maybe it's the lack of 'heart'!"

"Heart?" Mo Jing seemed to understand.

Sorry, I'm in a bad state today and only have one chapter.