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

Watching his teammates throwing themselves into the training with full fighting spirit, Ling Tian took a deep breath, as if he wanted to imprint this passionate scene deeply in his heart.

His eyes became firm and resolute, like two bright stars, shining with fearless light.

He moved slowly, avoiding his partners who were training hard, and walked towards a quiet corner of the virtual space. Each step was steady and powerful, as if carrying some kind of determination.

After reaching the corner, he gently brushed off the dust on the ground and sat down cross-legged.

He thought to himself, "It's time to attack the last three seals of Lightning." His heart was like a turbulent ocean, with a myriad of thoughts in his mind.

Ling Tian knew very well that although he could now unlock the seals of the last three layers, with his current abilities, he was unable to effectively control them.

This realization weighed on his heart like a heavy stone.

He frowned, his face showing some pain and confusion, and muttered to himself: "Once the seals of the last three layers are opened, I will completely lose consciousness, and the consequences will be disastrous. It may drive me crazy, cause unforeseen harm to my partners, and even make all our previous efforts go to waste."

His voice was low and trembling, filled with deep fear and worry.

"But in order to meet future challenges, I must master it within this month!" He suddenly raised his voice, his tone full of firmness and determination.

"Future enemies will become stronger and stronger. If I cannot break through myself and master this powerful force, how can I protect my partners and realize our dreams?" A raging fire burned in his eyes, which was a desire for power and a belief in the future.

After making up his mind, Ling Tian seemed to be in a quiet world isolated from the world. He slowly closed his eyes, his thick eyelashes trembled slightly for a few times, and then returned to calm.

He began to adjust his breathing, first taking a deep breath to let the fresh air fill his entire chest, then exhaling slowly to expel all the turbid air in his body. Each breath was steady and long, like a clear mountain stream, flowing steadily and orderly.

Ling Tian concentrated his mind and began to mobilize the power in his body. The power was like a sleeping dragon, gradually awakening under his call. It gathered from every corner of the body, forming a powerful torrent, rushing towards the mysterious last three layers of the seal.

When his power just touched the edge of the seal, a powerful and violent force instantly rebounded back. The rebounding force was like a raging tsunami, carrying the momentum of destroying everything.

Ling Tian's body began to tremble involuntarily, and the trembling started from his fingertips and quickly spread to his entire body, as if countless small insects were crawling frantically under his skin.

Ling Tian clenched his teeth, his white teeth clattering as he exerted force. Veins bulged on his forehead, like little green snakes twisting wantonly on his forehead.

The bulging blue veins were clearly visible, highlighting the tremendous pain he was enduring at the moment.

Ling Tian continued to persevere while resisting the backlash.

Every second seemed as long as a century, and every breath was accompanied by piercing pain, but his eyes never flinched or wavered.

"No, I can't give up like this!" He roared in his heart. This roar was like thunder exploding in his mind, full of unyielding and determination.

"I have made up my mind to overcome this difficulty! I can't let my partners down and let our dreams die!" His heart was burning with a desire for strength and a persistence for success.

Sweat slid down his forehead like rain, flowed through his tightly closed eyes, flowed down his tense cheeks, and dripped onto his clothes, soaking them in an instant.

But Ling Tian seemed not to feel the sweat flowing, his entire mind was focused on fighting against the backlash force.

"I can do it. I can definitely master this damn seal!" He encouraged himself over and over again in his heart. That firm belief was like a burning torch, illuminating his way forward in the darkness.

Sweat dripped from his forehead like rain, and each crystal drop of sweat drew a short arc in the air, rushing to the ground.

The dense sweat quickly soaked his clothes. The originally dry fabric stuck tightly to his skin, outlining his taut muscle lines.

But his hands were still tightly grasping the magic seal, his fingers looked white due to excessive force, and the joints were slightly bulging, as if he was pouring all his body's strength into this magic seal.

His palms were already full of sweat, but he refused to relax at all, as if the magic formula was his only weapon to fight against fate.

On the other side, Luffy was fighting a huge phantom monster. The monster was as big as a mountain, exuding a terrifying aura, and every move could bring a gust of wind.

Luffy showed no fear. He opened his eyes wide with a burning fighting spirit in them.

He shouted loudly and waved his fists: "Look, I'm going to knock you away!" His voice was like thunder, echoing in this virtual space.

Luffy's fists were full of unstoppable momentum, and each punch contained his desire for victory. Sweat dripped down his cheeks, but he was unaware of it, and devoted himself to the battle.

Zoro was constantly waving three swords, and the three swords in his hands seemed to turn into three lightning bolts. The sword lights flickered and intertwined into a gorgeous light curtain.

Every swing brings out a sharp sound of breaking through the air, cutting the surrounding air into pieces.

His eyes were focused and sharp, and he kept muttering to himself: "I must break my own limits!" Zoro's muscles were tense, and every time he exerted force his body trembled slightly, but his movements did not stop at all. Instead, they became faster and more violent, as if he wanted to cut through the void.

Nami was working hard to study new weather magic. The weather stick in her hand was flashing with a strange light. The light was sometimes soft, sometimes strong, and kept changing.

She looked focused, her brows slightly furrowed, her cherry-like lips tightly pursed, and she was completely immersed in the world of magic.

"I must succeed this time!" Nami muttered to herself, her eyes full of determination and expectation. The air around her flowed slowly with her thoughts, as if responding to her efforts.

Sanji was in a corner of the virtual space, and his legs kicked out like a violent storm. Each kick was accompanied by a sharp sound of wind, which was so sharp and piercing that it seemed to tear the air apart.

His forehead was covered with beads of sweat, which kept flowing down his cheeks and dripping onto the ground under his feet.

He panted and said, "In order to make more delicious dishes, I must become stronger!"

His eyes were firm and persistent, as if in his eyes, these kicking exercises were not only to improve his own strength, but also to enable him to obtain those precious ingredients with greater strength in future adventures and cook more memorable delicacies for his partners.