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

The surrounding air seemed to be ignited instantly, making crackling sounds. The powerful impact caused the originally peaceful space to become distorted.

The surrounding leaves were blown by the violent airflow, as if a green rain had fallen. The leaves broke free from the branches and fluttered in the air.

Some leaves were spinning and floating unsteadily; others were falling straight down like birds that had lost their direction.

The leaves collided and rubbed against each other, making a rustling sound, which intertwined with the two loud noises, forming a chaotic and strange melody.

The branches shook violently under the impact of the airflow, as if groaning in pain. Some small branches could not bear the weight and broke with a "crack" sound and flew away.

The dust on the ground was also blown up, forming clouds of yellow smoke that blurred people's vision.

Just as Ling Tian successfully blocked the two slashes, a group of people slowly appeared in the dense forest. Their footsteps were particularly clear in the silent forest, and every step seemed to carry an invisible pressure.

The leader was none other than Bartholomew Kuma, one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea in the original novel and now the third in command of the Revolutionary Army. His tall and sturdy figure loomed in the mottled light and shadow, like a moving mountain.

The bear's steps were steady and powerful, and every step seemed to make the earth tremble. There was not much expression on his face, but his deep eyes flashed with an elusive light.

He was wearing a black robe that fluttered in the wind, adding a bit of mystery to him. His hands were casually hanging on both sides of his body, seemingly relaxed, but giving people a feeling that he could burst out with great power at any time.

Behind him followed a group of revolutionary soldiers, all of them with serious expressions and vigilant eyes looking around.

These soldiers exude a resolute temperament that comes from being tempered by battle. They grip their weapons tightly, as if they would rush towards the enemy without hesitation at the command.

The bear slowly walked out from the depths of the dense forest, his figure appearing a little mottled in the scattered sunlight that shone through the gaps between the leaves. Each step he took was steady and powerful, and his heavy footsteps made the ground tremble slightly.

As he gradually got closer and finally saw that the person coming was Ling Tian, ​​his expression, which had been as tense as a bowstring and full of vigilance, relaxed a little.

He swiftly waved his palm, which was as broad as a palm leaf fan, and shouted with full force: "Stop, we are one of them!"

His voice echoed in the dense forest, carrying an unquestionable majesty. Following his command, the people who were ready to launch another attack put away their weapons.

The swords that flashed with cold light instantly returned to their sheaths, and the bows and crossbows that were originally fully drawn also relaxed. The tense muscles of the crowd gradually relaxed, and their vigilant eyes also shifted away from Ling Tian.

But they remain highly alert and ready to respond to any emergencies that may arise at any time.

After seeing the other side stop attacking, Ling Tian heaved a sigh of relief. His originally tense body instantly relaxed, and his figure flashed, flying downwards like a bright meteor.

His speed was astonishingly fast, drawing a graceful arc in the air, creating a whistling sound in the wind.

After landing, Ling Tian's footsteps were as light as a feather, yet as steady as a mountain. His toes touched the ground lightly, bringing up a breeze that blew the surrounding grass leaves gently swaying.

A faint smile appeared on his face, which showed the joy of reunion after a long separation and the relief after going through hardships. He bowed to Xiong and said, "Mr. Xiong, long time no see!"

His voice was clear and loud, and it was particularly clear in the quiet forest.

Ling Tian's eyes were full of sincerity and respect. Looking at the familiar yet awe-inspiring figure in front of him, a wave of emotion surged in his heart.

The scenes of them fighting side by side kept flashing through his mind, and those days full of blood and passion seemed like they were just yesterday.

Xiong nodded slightly, with a barely perceptible smile on his face, and responded, "It's been a long time, indeed. I didn't expect to meet you here." His voice was low and magnetic, as if it carried a power that could make people feel at ease.

Ling Tian didn't bother to exchange pleasantries, and asked anxiously, "Mr. Xiong, what on earth happened to the revolutionary army?"

He stared at the bear with anxiety and worry, as if he wanted to see the answer directly from the bear's face. At this moment, he was so anxious that he didn't care about any courtesy or negotiation.

When Xiong heard Ling Tian's question, his eyes instantly became heavy, as if a heavy burden was pressing on his heart.

He took a deep breath, as if to draw all the surrounding haze into his chest, and said slowly: "This story begins about ten days ago." His voice was low and hoarse, as if every word carried endless heaviness.

"That day, a group of guys in black robes suddenly came to the originally peaceful Baldigo." Xiong said as he gestured. His gestures seemed a little hurried and flustered, as if he was trying to recreate the scene at that time.

"They appeared suddenly like ghosts, without any warning. In just a moment, they descended on our home silently." His eyes revealed deep confusion and anger.

"Chief Long and Deputy Chief Sabo immediately organized everyone to resist." Xiong clenched his fists, his joints turned white due to the force, and the veins on his arms were like earthworms that had popped up.

"But those guys are too powerful, beyond our imagination. Each of their attacks carries a devastating force. Our defense is like fragile paper in front of them, which can be broken with just a poke." Xiong's voice began to tremble, filled with unwillingness and helplessness.

"Their moves are strange and fierce, and their movements are as swift as the wind. Although our soldiers are brave and fearless and rush forward one after another, they seem so small and powerless in front of them." Scenes of tragic battles flashed in Xiong's eyes, and those bloody scenes seemed to be still before his eyes.

"Every time we confronted them, we thought we saw hope, but each time we were ruthlessly suppressed by them. They were like undefeatable demons, cold and cruel." Xiong's voice was filled with fear of the enemy's powerful strength and grief for the casualties of his comrades.

"But our revolutionary army never gives up easily. Even when facing such a powerful enemy, we never retreat." Xiong raised his head, and the fire of determination rekindled in his eyes.

Xiong's voice was filled with anger and helplessness. He shouted, "But they seem to have no sense of pain at all. No matter how badly injured they are, they can continue to attack frantically. Those guys are simply tireless fighting machines that are not afraid of pain!"

His face turned red with anger and the veins on his forehead were throbbing.

"Sabo, Dragon and other powerful men of the Revolutionary Army put all their efforts into a desperate fight with them." Fierce battle scenes flashed in Xiong's eyes, as if the tragic scene was reappearing before his eyes again.