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

At this time, Ling Tian had already released the Bankai of the Zanka-dachi.

There was no trace of fatigue or tension in his voice, only full of confidence and calmness.

At this time, Kabbage was already sweating profusely, with sweat constantly dripping from his forehead and across his face which was distorted with anger.

His breathing became rapid and heavy, and every breath was like pulling an old bellows. But he still did not give up, and his inner stubbornness and indomitable spirit made him continue to launch round after round of crazy attacks.

Ling Tian remained calm and composed throughout, his eyes fixed on Kabbage's every move.

Just when Kabbage was about to attack fiercely again, Ling Tian seized the opportunity, nimbly dodged Kabbage's attack by leaning sideways, and at the same time slashed at Kabbage with a backhanded knife.

Kabachi quickly returned to defense, holding the knife in his hand across his body, but his arm was still cut by Ling Tian's sharp knife energy.

"Ah!" Kabbage screamed in pain, blood gushing out from the wound on his arm, but he did not retreat. Instead, he was stimulated by the pain and attacked even more frantically.

The fight between the two became more and more intense, their figures intertwined in the firelight, and every collision produced dazzling sparks. The surrounding air seemed to be ignited, the temperature rose sharply, and the entire venue was engulfed in a sea of ​​fire.

The flashes of swords and sabers crisscrossed, the flickering light danced like silver snakes, and blazing flames kept emerging one after another, illuminating the surrounding space with flickering lights, like a twisted and strange painting.

Every flash of the sword was like a bolt of lightning that cuts through the darkness, carrying with it a sharp chill; every ball of fire was like a ferocious beast that broke free from its restraints, raging with fangs and claws.

Ling Tian's figure was as nimble as a dragon, and his steps were as light as a swallow. He strolled leisurely in this chaotic battlefield, wielding the knife in his hand like a nimble dragon, flowing like clouds and water, and easily resisted Kabachi's wave after wave of violent attacks.

There was no sign of effort on his face. His expression was as calm as water, and his eyes were calm and firm, as if this fierce battle was just an ordinary drill for him.

Kabbage's eyes were wide open, his eyeballs were bloodshot, and his eyes seemed to be spitting fire.

His face was flushed red, as if it had been burned by fire. Every muscle was tense with exertion, and the veins on his forehead and neck bulged like winding earthworms.

He was breathing heavily, and each breath was heavy and rapid, as if a bellows was being pulled with difficulty.

The knife in his hand was blazing with flames, and every swing was accompanied by a whistling sound of wind, which was like the roar of an evil spirit, harsh and terrifying. The sparks flying around were like gorgeous fireworks, but they were deadly and dangerous.

However, no matter how hard he tried, no matter how much strength he put into each attack, his attacks were like child's play in front of Ling Tian. He was simply unable to break through Ling Tian's seemingly easy yet indestructible defense, and had no substantial effect.

Kabachi's sweat fell like rain, beads of sweat as big as beans rolled down his cheeks, wetting his clothes and gathering into a small puddle at his feet.

A hint of despair gradually appeared in his eyes, and that despair, like a haze, began to slowly erode his heart.

But his inner stubbornness and unwillingness to admit defeat were like an unshakable mountain, allowing him to hold on to the last line of defense and refuse to give up easily.

"Mr. Ling Tian, ​​this is my last attack!" Kabachi suddenly shouted at Ling Tian at the top of his lungs. His voice was hoarse and full of determination, as if it was a cry squeezed out from the depths of his soul.

As he spoke, he took out a trace of flame from the blade in his left hand, and the flame danced on his fingertips as if it had life.

The flame was like a lively heart, beating, flickering, and emitting a frightening light. It seemed to be eager to break free, to devour everything, to destroy everything.

As the flame was taken from the blade by Kabachi, something strange happened.

The flames seemed to have life and quickly spread to Kabbachi's body. His entire body slowly began to burn with flames.

The flames leaped and licked his skin, and his hair danced wildly in the flames. Every strand of hair was like a burning silk thread, flashing with dazzling light.

Kabbage's face was illuminated red by the flames, and his eyes were filled with final madness and determination, a reckless and desperate determination.

His eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the flames, shooting straight at Ling Tian, ​​with endless fighting spirit and the courage to fight to the death.

Seeing Kabbage, who looked like a god of war rising from the flames, Ling Tian's eyes also became serious.

His eyes were fixed on Kabbage, and his originally relaxed demeanor disappeared, replaced by an unprecedented concentration and caution.

He slowly pulled out the lightning from his waist, his movements steady and powerful.

The lightning flashed coldly under the firelight, and the light was like frost and snow in the cold winter, revealing a hint of chill. The blade trembled slightly, as if it couldn't wait to meet the upcoming fierce collision.

"Then I'll be more serious too." Ling Tian spoke calmly. His voice was not loud, but it seemed as if an invisible force was spreading in the air.

Although the voice was calm, it carried an unquestionable firmness, as if it was a response to Kabbage and a respect for the battle.

Kabachi did not hesitate at all. He shouted, "Heavenly Acrobatics, Fire Show, End!"

His voice exploded like thunder, echoing in this space. As he finished speaking, countless sword lights and shadows wrapped in flames attacked Ling Tian like a tide.

The scene was extremely spectacular, with the whooshing sound of flames and the swishing sound of swords breaking through the air intertwined together and was deafening.

Countless flames, sword lights and saber shadows seemed to converge into a burning ocean, covering the sky and the earth. It seemed as if the entire world was shrouded in this burning light, leaving people nowhere to escape.

At the center of this intensive attack, there is a long sword burning with blazing flames. It is like a roaring fire dragon with bared fangs and claws.

The flames on the flaming sword danced and spewed, rushing towards Ling Tian with the momentum of destroying everything. Wherever it passed, the air was burned and distorted, as if the space was about to be torn apart by this powerful force.

Seeing this, Ling Tian also shouted softly: "Two Swords Style·Tianran·Black Devour!" His voice was full of power and majesty.

As his words fell, several black swords flew out of his hands in an instant.

The black sword exuded a mysterious and powerful force, and there seemed to be a black air current surging around the sword, like a dark vortex. These black swords, with an indomitable momentum, faced Kabachi's surging attack.