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

The masked man waved his hands non-stop, muttered something, veins bulged on his forehead, and he injected all his strength into these sand walls.

The sand wall sparkles with golden light in the sun, and every grain of sand seems to be endowed with life, tightly attached to each other, and indestructible.

The masked man's eyes were full of expectation and prayer, hoping that these sand walls could withstand the fatal blow.

However, he also knew in his heart that this might just be his wishful thinking. Facing Ling Tian's powerful strength, his heart was filled with a deep sense of powerlessness.

"Stop it!" the masked man roared. His voice was like the roar of a trapped beast, filled with endless anger and unwillingness.

The masked man's throat became hoarse from the roar he made with all his might, his facial muscles were distorted beyond recognition, his eyes were wide open, and his eyes were full of desire for survival and hatred for the blow.

However, when Ling Tian's slash touched the sand wall, a shocking scene occurred. The sand wall disappeared instantly, as if it had never appeared.

The slash was like a hot knife cutting through butter, penetrating the sand wall without any hindrance. The originally solid and thick sand wall was so vulnerable to the slash, as if it was just an illusory bubble.

The slashing blow was unstoppable and continued forward without any hindrance, with an unstoppable momentum, as if nothing could stop its pace.

Wherever it passed, the air was cut into pieces, forming air vortices that were visible to the naked eye.

The masked man's eyes widened in horror, his eyeballs almost bulging out of their sockets.

He never expected that the sand wall he had built with all his effort would be so vulnerable. That was the defense he had poured all his strength and hope into.

His lips trembled and he murmured indistinctly, "Impossible... This is impossible..."

The slash that broke through the sand wall quickly hit the masked man. At that moment, time seemed to freeze.

The slash and the armed color domineering on the masked man were in a stalemate for a while, and a layer of black light appeared around the masked man's body. It was his armed color domineering making the final resistance.

The light flickered, like a candle in the wind, which could go out at any time.

The masked man clenched his teeth, and all the muscles in his body were tensed to the extreme. He tried desperately to block the attack. The veins on his forehead bulged and sweat fell like rain.

His body was trembling slightly, and every inch of his skin was under tremendous pressure.

But the force of the slash was so strong, it was an overwhelming force that made the masked man's resistance seem so insignificant.

The stalemate did not last long. The slashing attacks gradually gained the upper hand and began to break through the masked man's armament domineering little by little.

The masked man could clearly feel his defenses collapsing, and his heart was filled with despair and fear. He knew that he was about to face a catastrophe, but he was powerless.

During this brief stalemate, the masked man tried desperately to resist this powerful force.

His body was as tense as a fully drawn bowstring, and every muscle was contracted to the limit, trying to withstand the ruthless blow.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his eyeballs seemed about to pop out of their sockets. His teeth were clenched, his lips were bitten, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

The masked man held his weapon tightly in both hands. The blue veins on his arms were like twisting earthworms, highlighting his posture of exerting all his strength.

His breathing was rapid and heavy, and every breath was like a life-and-death struggle.

"How could I fall down like this!" The masked man screamed frantically in his heart. He gathered all his will and strength and made a final struggle.

But it was all in vain. The power contained in that slash was too strong, far beyond the masked man's tolerance.

Although he had tried his best, in the face of absolute power, his resistance seemed so small and powerless.

"Ah!" The masked man let out a final scream, which was filled with despair, pain, and unwillingness.

His voice echoed on the battlefield, as if accusing the injustice of fate. His eyes lost all their brilliance at this moment, leaving only endless darkness and fear.

In the end, Ling Tian's sword directly cut the masked man in half. At that moment, time seemed to stand still. The masked man's body had no resistance under the sword, just like a fragile paper being torn easily.

The masked man's body was split in two, blood gushed out like a scarlet fountain, splashing on the battlefield. The boiling blood dyed the land red, forming a shocking pool of blood.

The sand spear he held tightly in his hand, which had been his weapon for fighting, fell down at this moment.

The sand spears collided with the ground, making a dull sound. The sound seemed like a low moan from hell, and it was particularly clear in the silent battlefield.

With this sound, the sand spear instantly disintegrated and turned into ordinary sand, which scattered all over the ground. The sand drifted in the wind, as if it was a symbol of the disappearance of his life. The power that had once been gathered now dissipated without a trace.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and deathly silence enveloped the entire battlefield.

Everyone was so shocked by this scene that they were speechless. Their eyes were fixed on the fallen body of the masked man and the scattered sand, and their thoughts seemed to stop at this moment.

The soldiers opened their mouths wide, their eyes bulged, and their faces were frozen in unbelievable horror. The fierce shouts and clashes of weapons suddenly stopped, leaving only the sound of the breeze blowing gently.

Someone swallowed unconsciously, and a gurgling sound came from his throat, which seemed particularly abrupt in this quiet environment.

The weapons in some people's hands slipped quietly without making any sound. They were completely shocked by the scene before them and lost perception of everything around them.

Even those warriors who had been on the battlefield for a long time and were accustomed to life and death, stood still at this moment, their hearts filled with awe and fear of Ling Tian's powerful strength.

The battlefield seemed to have turned into a still picture, and time seemed to have stopped flowing at this moment.

After killing the masked man, Ling Tian's armor, which had originally been so majestic and exuded endless pressure, began to slowly dissipate.

The purple light on the armor gradually dimmed, and the pieces of armor became transparent like illusory images until they disappeared.

At the same time, the dazzling and amazing particle effects surrounding him were slowly disappearing. Those colorful lights, like clusters of gradually extinguished flames, gradually weakened until they were completely hidden in the air.

Ling Tian, ​​who was originally enveloped by light and power, gradually returned to normal at this moment, as if the shocking scene just now was just a short and splendid dream.