One Piece: The Straw Hat Pirates' Max-Level Swordsman

The tall man stood in front of Ling Tian with a menacing and provocative look. His sturdy body was like a wall, completely blocking Ling Tian's sight.

The man's eyes were wide open, as if his eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets, his nostrils were wide open, and he was breathing rapidly. Every breath sounded like a bull's snort, as if he was a completely enraged bull that could launch a fatal attack at any time.

Looking at the arrogant and provocative man in front of him, Ling Tian seemed to be in another world and ignored him completely.

Ling Tian sat comfortably in his seat, leaning back slightly, appearing extremely relaxed.

His eyes were still firmly fixed on the wine glass in his hand. His slender fingers gently shook the glass. The amber wine in the glass slowly flowed along the wall of the glass, reflecting a charming light.

He looked focused and completely ignored the man's provocation, as if it was just a harmless breeze.

When the man saw that Ling Tian ignored him, his anger instantly reached its peak.

His already flushed face now looked like a ripe tomato, with veins bulging on his forehead, and those veins were clearly visible like winding earthworms.

"Boy, how dare you ignore me!" He roared at the top of his lungs. The sound resounded in the tavern like thunder, shaking the dust off the beams.

The huge noise here quickly attracted the people in the tavern.

Everyone who was originally chatting and drinking stopped what they were doing and turned around curiously.

Those who were talking loudly had their mouths half open, but their words suddenly stopped; those who were drinking held their glasses, but the wine stopped at their lips and they forgot to drink it. Their eyes were full of curiosity and excitement, as if they were expecting a wonderful show to be staged.

Some people were whispering to each other, speculating in low voices about what was about to happen; others were staring at the two of them intently, without blinking, afraid to miss any moment.

The atmosphere in the entire pub suddenly became tense and full of anticipation.

Everyone who saw the movement here immediately cheered, their voices rising one after another, full of excitement and anticipation.

"Fight! Fight!" Someone waved his arms excitedly and shouted at the top of his voice, his face flushed with excitement, as if he couldn't wait to see a fierce fight.

"Let's see who is more powerful!" another person shouted, his eyes flashing with fanaticism, and he kept looking back and forth between the two people.

Hearing the cheers from the people around him, the man became even more complacent. He puffed out his chest higher and raised his chin high, as if he had become a hero adored by everyone.

He immediately drew the knife from his waist with full confidence. The knife flashed with a cold light under the dim light.

The man gripped the hilt of the knife tightly with both hands, the muscles in his arms bulging with force, and he raised the knife high, slashing towards Ling Tian with a fierce momentum.

“Boy, I’ll let you taste my power!” the man shouted loudly, his voice almost squeezed out from the depths of his throat, his eyes full of ferocity, as if he wanted to chop Ling Tian in half with one knife.

However, Ling Tian was still drinking leisurely in his seat. His body did not move at all, and he did not even lift his eyelids.

His movements were graceful and calm. His slender fingers gently held the wine glass and slowly brought the wine in the glass into his mouth, as if all the noise and danger around him had nothing to do with him.

There was no panic or fear on his face, only a calmness and composure that was otherworldly.

Just as the man's knife was about to hit Ling Tian with the force of thunder, a dazzling white light flashed.

Instantly, the entire tavern was illuminated by the light as bright as day. Then there was a loud bang, deafening as if a mountain had collapsed and the earth had split.

The man flew backwards like a kite with its string cut off, so fast that no one had time to react. His body hit the wall of the tavern heavily, making a dull thud.

Dust and debris from the wall fell down, and then the man slid down the wall and collapsed to the ground.

When the other people in the tavern saw this scene, they couldn't help but swallow.

Their eyes were wide open, full of astonishment and fear, their mouths were wide open, big enough to fit an egg, but no sound came out.

Some people even took a few steps back unconsciously, as if they were afraid of being affected by this invisible force. Their faces were filled with disbelief, as if what they had just witnessed was an incredible nightmare.

"This...how is this possible?" someone stammered, his voice trembling with disbelief.

His eyes were wide open, staring at Ling Tian intently, as if he wanted to find out something from him.

"He actually just used one move..." The other person gasped before he could finish his words, unable to utter a complete sentence due to excessive shock.

His hands trembled unconsciously, and his eyes were filled with a complex emotion of disbelief and awe.

They didn't expect that this seemingly insignificant man in front of them was so powerful.

This man had been sitting in a corner drinking quietly, without any ostentatious air, and looked ordinary. Who could have expected that he possessed such terrifying strength.

Just when everyone was still shocked by Ling Tian's strength, a cry of surprise rang out.

The sound was sharp and piercing, instantly breaking the brief silence in the tavern. The man who screamed was holding a wanted warrant in his hand. Due to excessive tension and fear, his fingers were trembling slightly, and the wanted warrant was shaking along with it.

His body was shaking like a sieve, and his legs seemed unable to support his weight. He spoke in a trembling voice, "He... He is... The Speed ​​Sword Ghost... Dockre D. Lingtian."

When the others heard what that person said, they were immediately horrified. Their faces turned pale in an instant, as if covered by a layer of frost.

"What? He is the Speed ​​Sword Ghost Lingtian?" A burly man was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped, and his voice became sharp with fear.

"The man with the same name as Whitebeard?" a young man asked in a trembling voice, his eyes full of fear and awe.

"Oh my God, that guy actually offended such a big shot!" An old man covered his mouth with both hands, and the sound squeezed out from between his fingers, full of fear.

For a moment, the tavern fell into panic. People were whispering and talking to each other, and everyone's face was filled with panic.

However, Ling Tian ignored the reactions of the people around him.

He still sat there, looking calm, drinking his wine. He gently raised the glass, slowly put the wine into his mouth, and squinted his eyes slightly, as if he was savoring the taste of the wine.

His expression was as calm as water, without the slightest ripple, as if the fear and discussion of the people around him had nothing to do with him. As if all of this was just a trivial episode that was not enough to attract his attention.