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

Above the vast ocean, the Chabaoti Archipelago is like a bright pearl, shining with a unique light.

On the coast of the island, the golden beach sparkles under the sunshine, and the waves constantly hit the shore, making bursts of roaring sounds.

A thrilling and fierce conflict has just taken place on this bustling coast.

Ling Tian is like a brave and fearless god of war. With his outstanding strength and extraordinary wisdom, he successfully separates Buggy and Kaido, two ferocious guys.

At this moment, the air seemed to still be filled with the smoke of battle. Everyone was still immersed in the shock brought about by the fierce conflict just now, and the atmosphere was a little tense.

Everyone's face had varying degrees of astonishment and fatigue. Their eyes turned to Buggy and Kaido from time to time, as if they were still in shock from the thrilling scene just now.

In this tense atmosphere, a figure slowly walked out from behind.

That is Roger. He is like a hero from a legend, with a powerful aura.

His steps were steady and powerful, and every step he took seemed to step on everyone's heartstrings, making people involuntarily look at him.

His feet seemed to have some special connection with the earth. Every step he took was full of confidence and determination, as if nothing in the world could stop him from moving forward.

The posture was relaxed, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

There was a faint smile on his lips, and that smile was like the warm sunshine in spring, warm but not dazzling. In that smile, there seemed to be a kind of understanding and tolerance of everything in the world, which made people feel an inexplicable sense of security.

There was a light in his eyes that showed a sense of experience yet calmness. That light seemed to be the crystallization of wisdom accumulated over the years, deep and bright.

His eyes swept across everyone, as if he could see deep into everyone's heart, but without giving people any sense of oppression.

In his eyes, the fierce conflict that had just ended seemed to be just a trivial episode that could not shake his inner peace at all.

"Haha, Buggy, you're still the same as before after all these years, you haven't changed at all." Roger said with a smile. His laughter was loud and hearty, as if it erupted directly from his chest, with a sense of heroism and unruliness.

The laughter echoed in the air like a breeze, easily dispelling the haze that was surrounding the fierce conflict that had just occurred.

Every note was full of power, which made everyone present feel excited and the tense atmosphere was slightly relieved.

When Bucky heard this familiar voice, his body shook violently, as if he had been struck by a bolt of lightning. He froze instantly, his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, unable to move at all.

An expression of disbelief appeared on his face, his eyes widened instantly, and his eye sockets seemed to be about to burst.

His eyes were filled with shock, confusion and a hint of barely perceptible expectation. He turned his head eagerly in the direction where the sound came from, as if afraid of missing any details.

I saw a masked figure walking towards me slowly. The figure was wrapped in sunlight, and the golden light outlined his outline, but it was a little blurry because of the mask.

Each step he took was steady and firm, as if the ground beneath his feet was making way for him.

The mysterious figure exudes a unique aura under the sunlight, as if it comes from a distant unknown world, making people want to find out more.

There was both awe-inspiring majesty and an inexplicable sense of intimacy in that atmosphere, as if calling out to some memory deep in people's hearts.

Bucky's eyes were fixed on the figure, without blinking, as if the figure would disappear if he looked away even a little.

His brows were furrowed tighter and tighter, and the wrinkles on his forehead were like knife cuts, showing his inner entanglement and confusion.

A strong sense of familiarity surged in his heart, a feeling that went deep into his bones, as if there was an inextricable connection between them, a connection that transcended the limitations of time and space.

However, the mask was like an invisible barrier that locked his memory tightly inside, making him unable to determine the true identity of the person in front of him.

His breathing became rapid and his heartbeat accelerated. His hands unconsciously clenched into fists and his palms were full of sweat.

“You... who are you?” Bucky asked subconsciously, with a slight tremor in his voice. That tremor seemed to be the ripples of fear and expectation intertwined in his heart echoing in the air.

His eyes were fixed on the mysterious figure, his gaze full of anxiety and confusion, as if he wanted to see the other person's true identity through the mask.

His feet involuntarily took a step forward. That step was extremely difficult, as if his legs were filled with lead and felt heavy.

His body leaned forward slightly, and his hands stretched forward unconsciously, as if he wanted to grasp something, or as if he was resisting some invisible force.

However, just as he was about to approach the figure, he stopped in hesitation, his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, unable to move forward at all.

He was struggling inside. He wanted to know the identity of the person in front of him, but he was also afraid that it was just an illusion. Once he got close, all his hopes would be shattered.

Roger saw Bucky's puzzled and anxious look, and a complex emotion surged in his heart. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile.

He stopped, as if time had stopped for him at this moment. His eyes fell gently on Bucky, as if he was looking at a relative he hadn't seen for many years.

Then he slowly raised his right hand, his movement graceful and calm, as if he was performing a solemn ceremony.

His fingers were long and powerful, and he gently lifted the corner of his clothes. His movements were as gentle as the breeze blowing across the lake, without causing a single ripple.

As the corner of his clothes was slowly lifted, the Ace pinned to his waist gradually came into view.

Ace's unique shape sparkles with a strange light in the sun. The light is colorful and dreamy, as if it was formed by countless bright stars.

The lines on the blade are delicate and exquisite, as if they were a masterpiece of nature's magic. Each line contains traces and stories of time.

The gems inlaid on the hilt emit a deep light, like a pair of mysterious eyes, silently telling an unknown story.

The light jumped and danced in the air, illuminating everything around it exceptionally brightly, as if the whole world was left with only this knife and the light it emitted.