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

In the quiet and deep forest, Ling Tian and Xiong stood side by side, with the mottled sunlight shining through the dense branches and leaves, sprinkled on them in spots.

The breeze blew gently, and the leaves rustled, as if whispering unknown secrets.

The bear looked solemn, and his broad face seemed to be shrouded in a layer of haze.

He stared at Ling Tian with his deep eyes and said solemnly: "The revolutionary army has suffered a heavy blow this time, and the situation is not optimistic. The enemy's strength is beyond imagination. We have suffered heavy losses, and Baldigo has become a ruin."

There was a hint of helplessness and sadness in his voice, and his thick fingers unconsciously clenched into fists.

Ling Tian nodded slightly, his eyes filled with determination, like a burning flame, hot and unyielding.

He met Xiong's gaze and responded, "But as long as everyone is still here, hope will not be extinguished. The revolutionary army's faith will not be shaken by this setback, and our mission is still calling us ahead."

His voice was not loud, but it was full of power, as if it could penetrate the darkness of the dense forest.

A brief silence fell between the two of them, with only the breeze continuing to stir the leaves, making a soft sound.

After a while, Xiong broke the silence and said, "Come on, I'll take you to where the revolutionary army is stationed. Everyone is waiting there for the next instructions."

So, Xiong took Ling Tian to the current base of the revolutionary army.

They walked with firm steps, and the thick fallen leaves sank into them with every step, leaving deep marks. As they moved forward, the sound of branches being pushed aside was particularly clear in the silent forest.

The branches were reluctantly pushed away, then quickly bounced back, as if trying to stop their advance.

Along the way, occasionally a few birds were startled by their footsteps and flapped their wings to fly into the sky.

Xiong's tall figure led the way, and Ling Tian followed closely behind. Their figures appeared and disappeared in the woods, as if they were part of the dense forest, but with a firm determination to break the tranquility and restraint of the dense forest.

After passing through the dense forest that blocked out the sun, the sunlight gradually became brighter, and soon Ling Tian saw houses made of trees in the depths of the forest.

The houses are like masterpieces of nature, perfectly integrated with the surrounding environment. The walls of the houses are made of thick tree trunks, and the texture is clearly visible.

The roof is covered with emerald green leaves, blending in with the surrounding treetops. Without careful observation, it is difficult to find any traces of human intervention.

The houses are surrounded by various vines and flowers, which grow wildly, adding a bit of vitality and mystery to these houses. Some houses are also surrounded by fences made of branches, in which some vegetables and herbs are planted, emitting a faint fragrance.

Some small birds were jumping on the branches and singing happily, as if they were extremely satisfied with the tranquility and harmony here.

Xiong raised his hand and pointed forward, with a tired but hopeful look on his face, and said: "This is where the revolutionary army is stationed today." His voice was particularly clear in this quiet space.

After seeing Xiong coming back, the revolutionary army gathered around him, their faces full of concern and expectation, their eyes revealing their desire for news.

"Mr. Xiong, what's the situation?" A tall and resolute-looking soldier asked first, with a hint of urgency in his voice.

"Yes, Mr. Xiong, what's the situation outside?" Another young soldier followed closely behind, with anxiety flashing in his eyes.

"Don't be anxious, just listen to Mr. Xiong first." An older soldier said calmly, but his eyes were also fixed on Xiong, waiting for an answer.

Murmurs began to be heard among the crowd, and everyone seemed very nervous.

"Who is this?" Someone noticed Ling Tian at this time. The person who spoke was a thin but bright-eyed young warrior. He tilted his head, his eyes full of doubt.

"This is Mr. Ling Tian." Xiong introduced simply, his voice steady and powerful.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Ling Tian, ​​and they began to discuss him one after another.

"Looking at him, he doesn't look like a member of our revolutionary army." A big man with a stubble on his face said in a rough voice, looking Ling Tian up and down with a scrutinizing look in his eyes.

“Maybe they are here to help our allies.” A female warrior with a ponytail guessed.

"But I've never heard of this person." Another soldier shook his head, his face full of confusion.

"Ling Tian? Could it be the Speed ​​Sword Ghost Ling Tian?" At this moment, a middle-aged warrior who looked quite experienced suddenly widened his eyes, as if he remembered something important, and spoke loudly.

There was a hint of surprise and disbelief in his voice.

After hearing this person's words, everyone turned their eyes to Ling Tian who was gradually going away. Their eyes were full of curiosity, awe, and even a little excitement.

The name of the Speed ​​Sword Demon was known even to the Revolutionary Army. In this vast sea, the legend of the Speed ​​Sword Demon spread like a gust of wind to every corner.

Everyone looked at Ling Tian curiously, with doubts, guesses, and expectations. Ling Tian felt these gazes, his expression was calm, and he just nodded slightly to everyone.

Seeing this, Ling Tian said hello to Xiong and then walked in alone. His steps were steady and firm, and every step seemed to have a clear goal.

The grass beneath his feet was gently bent by his footsteps, and then quickly bounced back.

He looked straight ahead, as if the discussions around him had no effect on him. His clothes swayed slightly with his steps, and the corners of his clothes were gently lifted in the wind.

The people behind him were still whispering, but Ling Tian's figure quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

After entering the wooden house, an old smell of wood hit him. The light in the house was a little dim. Ling Tian's eyes adjusted for a moment and finally saw Long and Sabo.

Long was looking down at a map spread out on the table. His tall figure looked particularly solemn in the dim light. His brows were furrowed, forming two deep furrows, as if carrying endless worries and thoughts.

His eyes were fixed on the marks and lines on the map, his fingers moving lightly on them unconsciously, as if he was thinking about some strategic layout. His lips were tightly pursed, and occasionally trembled slightly, as if he was whispering some key strategies.

Sabo was quietly wiping his weapon at the side, his focused expression as if the weapon in his hand was his closest friend. There was no distracting thought in his eyes, only the cherishment of the weapon and the readiness for battle.

The cloth in his hand moved slowly and delicately over the weapon, and every movement was full of tenderness and care, as if he was treating a rare treasure.

Sabo's breathing was steady and even, and all his attention was focused on the weapon in his hand, as if the whole world only consisted of him and this weapon.

Long and Sabo were so absorbed in their own affairs that they didn't even notice Ling Tian's footsteps as he walked into the cabin.