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

Although the Mimic General tried his best to resist, he was still beaten back by Brook's attack. He was filled with anger and unwillingness. He didn't expect that he would be pushed to such a point by Brook.

He kept swinging his long sword, trying to fend off Brook's attack, but each time it seemed very strenuous. His body kept retreating under Brook's attack, and the ground under his feet was also stepped on by him, leaving deep footprints.

"Ichidao-ryu? Kongzi!" The Mimic General roared, his voice full of anger and despair. As he shouted, the long sword in his hand emitted an invisible sword energy.

The sword energy seemed to come from the void, carrying a mysterious power. Wherever the sword energy passed, the air was distorted, forming an invisible ripple.

The sword energy was extremely fast, cutting through the air like lightning, making it difficult to avoid.

The invisible force was like a gust of wind, whistling and sweeping in. Wherever the sword energy passed, the air was torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound, as if announcing its great power to the world.

Brook was startled, and his eyes instantly became serious. He knew very well how powerful this sword energy was, and if he was hit head-on, the consequences would be disastrous.

At this critical moment, he quickly used "paper drawing" to dodge. His body instantly became as light as paper, as if it had merged with the surrounding air.

His movements were light and agile, like leaves in the wind, drifting with the wind.

But the blade still touched his body, causing him some minor injuries. At that moment, Brooke felt a sharp pain in his body, as if he was burned by fire.

He looked down and saw that his clothes were cut by the sword, and there was a shallow scar on the bone. Although the wound was not serious, it made him feel the powerful strength of the Mimic General.

Ling Tian was also surprised when he saw this scene, his eyes were full of surprise and admiration. He didn't expect Brook to have learned paper painting, one of the six styles of the navy.

Ling Tian's heart was full of expectations for Brook. He believed that in this battle, Brook would be able to exert all his strength and give everyone a wonderful performance.

"Oh, you are really tenacious." Brook said with a smile. His smile was full of confidence and ridicule. He raised his chin slightly, and his eyes revealed a kind of contempt for the Mimic General.

The Mimic General's face was gloomy, and his eyes revealed a hint of anger and unwillingness. He stared at Brook closely, his heart filled with anger. He knew that he couldn't go on like this, and he had to end this battle as soon as possible, otherwise how could he save his face?

"Lan Jiao!" The Mimic General shouted, his voice full of anger and determination. As he shouted, his leg muscles tensed, as if they were as hard as steel.

There was a cold light in his eyes, as if he wanted to defeat Brook completely. Then he kicked out fiercely, and that kick was so powerful that it seemed to be able to destroy everything.

A powerful air blade flew towards Brook. The air blade was like a sharp blade, cutting through the air and making a sharp whistling sound.

Brook quickly used his cane sword to block, but the air blade was too powerful and his body was blown away. He only felt a huge force coming at him, as if he was hit by a high-speed train.

His body drew an arc in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground. He spat out a mouthful of blood and his face turned pale.

"Hmph, let's see how long you can hold on." The Mimic General sneered. His eyes were full of mockery and disdain.

"Yo hehe, do you think you can defeat me like this?" Brook said with a smile. His laughter echoed in the virtual space, carrying an unyielding power.

There was a firm gleam in his eyes, as if telling General Mimic that he would not be easily defeated.

Although Brook's body was a little tired, his fighting spirit was still high. He raised the cane sword in his hand again. The sword seemed to have life in his hand, emitting a mysterious light. He held the hilt tightly, feeling the weight and power of the sword.

This sword is his companion and also his weapon of battle. At this critical moment, he will rely on this sword to launch the final blow.

Brook took a deep breath and calmed himself down. He knew that this attack was crucial and he had to go all out.

He stared closely at the Mimic General, observing his every move. He was waiting for the best opportunity, and once the opportunity was right, he would attack without hesitation.

"Drawing Song? One-section slash!" Brook shouted, his voice full of strength and determination. As he shouted, the cane sword in his hand instantly released a quick slashing skill.

The strike was as fast as lightning, making it impossible to see clearly. It passed through the void silently, like an invisible blade.

This move "Picture Song? One Section Slash" is one of Brook's strongest skills. It is extremely powerful and can defeat powerful enemies in an instant.

Brooke has been honing this move during this month of training, making it even more powerful. Now, he finally has the opportunity to demonstrate the power of this move in actual combat.

Before the Mimic General could react, he was hit by Brook's attack. At that moment, the Mimic General only felt a flash of light before his eyes, and then his body shook slightly.

His eyes were full of surprise and unwillingness. He didn't expect Brook to have such a powerful skill. He wanted to resist, but found that his body could not move.

His body slowly fell down, like a collapsed mountain. The failure of the Mimic General caused the entire virtual space to fall into silence.

Brook looked at the fallen Mimic General, his heart filled with the joy of victory. That joy was like bright sunshine, instantly illuminating his inner world.

He stared quietly at his opponent lying on the ground. There was no trace of arrogance or contempt in his eyes, only emotion for this fierce battle and affirmation of his own efforts.

He slowly put away his cane sword, his movements graceful and calm. The sword that had accompanied him through countless battles seemed to be sharing his joy at this moment.

The light on the sword gradually faded, like a warrior who had completed his mission and returned to a state of tranquility. Brook gently stroked the hilt, feeling the residual warmth from the sword, which was a mark of battle and also a testimony of his growth.

Brook bowed slightly to Ling Tian, ​​a sincere smile on his face. "Yo hehe, thank you for the test, Mr. Ling Tian." Brook said.

His voice was full of respect and gratitude. He knew that this test was not only a test of his strength, but also an opportunity for him to grow.