Traveler in the Pirate World

The blade in Akainu's hand slashed down with a loud bang, and he turned around and his figure flashed, turning into a residual image and appearing dozens of meters away to the side, his eyes looking at Aokiji who was standing on the ice on the sea in the distance.

The bracelet wrapped around his right arm seemed to have a faint bloody light flowing, and the chain body, sharp as thorns, pierced into his flesh, making a piece of flesh pale. Suddenly, there was a faint flickering white flame in Akainu's eyes, and his vision changed at this moment.

With a 360° view without blind spots, the contradictory views of the macro and micro perspectives appear in the mind, and everything is so clear.

This is a completely different feeling than the passive and vague perception of seeing and hearing color.

Akainu slashed out several sword beams, temporarily hindering Whitebeard's approach, while he twisted his body to keep a distance from him.

Wisps of pitch-black flames in the air grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, transforming into black ribbons that coiled around Sakaski's slowly returning to his blade, entangled like thousands of rivers returning to the sea and transformed into huge and deep black vortexes, dyeing the blade extremely black without a trace of light. The moment the endless black flames completely dissipated, the long sword returned to its original shape.

There was no unstoppable momentum, no overwhelming pressure, but only the burly man standing with a knife in his hand, his tattered cloak with the word justice written on it fluttering in the wind. He stared straight at the figure that distorted the space, his eyes as deep as the abyss.

The world was shrouded in darkness for a moment, and then returned to clarity in an instant. Suddenly, wisps of black flames jumped, like black snakes winding up, blocking and surrounding Whitebeard's figure, and finally completely covering it.

Aokiji stood on the floating ice with a slightly pale face. Drops of scarlet blood dripped from his wrist onto the ice surface, dyeing the bracelet red and melting the ice and snow.

God's creation, the shared thorns, which continuously consume blood, will allow both parties wearing it to temporarily share one of their abilities with each other.

The pitch-black flames burned the air, forming a huge sea of ​​black fire, completely blocking Whitebeard's perception of the outside world.

At the same time, Kizaru turned into a golden light and arrived more than ten meters above Sengoku's head in an instant. He lowered his eyes and looked at Sengoku who was fighting fiercely with Whitebeard. His robes fluttered, and his observation Haki's predictive Haki unfolded, and rays of light with golden flames fell down.

The golden flame ignited in the palm of Zhan Guo in an instant, and then extinguished in a sudden collision with Whitebeard. Edward could clearly feel that the opponent's attack became more fierce, and the inexplicable repressive force and the wave-like fluctuations were strangely enhanced.

The naginata fell with a loud bang, and Zhan Guo's palm was as big as a mountain. Seeing that the opponent did not dodge or evade, and was fighting with a style of injury in exchange for injury, Whitebeard felt even more uneasy.

The naginata hit the huge Buddha's body of Zhan Guo fiercely, and a golden light fell just right. Facing this domineering and fierce attack, the golden flame disappeared in an instant, but Zhan Guo was unharmed, and even his body did not tremble at all.

The golden palm swept across, and Whitebeard flew a hundred meters across like a cannonball, smashing the falling iceberg, shattering large pieces of ice into powder, and raising a huge snow fog. The magnificent battlefield seemed like a snowstorm for a moment.

The golden Buddha took a few steps forward, and the eighteen huge Buddhist beads around his body moved like planets surrounding the sun, suppressing the four directions. For a moment, the earth shook. Zhan Guo slapped Whitebeard to the ground again.

The palms and swords collided, and a strong wind suddenly arose. The snow and fog dispersed. Whitebeard's cloak fluttered behind him, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He glanced at Kizaru, who was hanging high above the head of the Warring States like a bright golden star, and laughed: "What a headache!"

Any objects or lives covered by the golden flame will remain in the state when they were covered by the golden flame, and this state will not change until the golden flame is extinguished.

The burning time of the golden flame depends on the physical energy consumed by Kizaru and the amount of force he receives. Kizaru calls this ability "Momentary Eternity".

On the other side of the battlefield, at the moment when Whitebeard pierced through the black sea of ​​fire, Akainu moved. Red lava erupted behind him like an erupting volcano. His burly body was like a flaming arrow and had arrived in front of Whitebeard in the blink of an eye. The long sword was unsheathed in an instant. The black flame compressed to the extreme by the domineering aura flowed silently on the blade. The sword was slashed out silently, from bottom to top.

This strike took too long to prepare, and came too quickly. Even Whitebeard was unable to react completely. His body was slanted from the waist to the shoulders, and his naginata that was blocking was actually cut off by the strike. The shockwaves surrounding his body were unable to block it even for a moment.

What was Akainu thinking when he was almost dying after being slashed by the Golden Lion?

……

“In this ocean, a person’s physical fitness determines the lower limit of his combat power, while a person’s domineering aura determines his upper limit.

Devil Fruits certainly provide you with powerful and rich means of combat, but remember not to rely too much on the power of the fruit. Without a strong foundation, it will always be just an empty shell with nothing on the surface. Especially you, Borsalino, put away your indifferent expression, I tell you, sooner or later you will be overwhelmed by your ability. "

“The energy of the Sakaski people is limited. You are extremely talented in both swordsmanship and fists, but if you cannot focus on one, your achievements will be limited.

The most important thing about swordsmanship is concentration, and you are a person with great perseverance. If you follow this path, you will not be weaker than the Golden Lion in the future, and your fruit is more compatible with fists and feet. In this aspect of fighting, the guy Zhan Guo is more familiar with it. "

Akainu, who had not yet graduated, had never faced the Golden Lion before the Battle of Ed Wo. His youthful arrogance and his hatred of pirates made him look down on the Golden Lion, who had a rudder on his head and was overly dependent on his own fruit.

Therefore, he chose fists and feet, gave up the knife, and failed to notice the regret in the teacher's eyes.

So many years passed, and he unknowingly got used to the means of fighting in conjunction with the ability of the fruit, until he actually saw the Golden Lion's sword.

This reminded him of a lot, including Garp's theory of combat core.

Everyone's fighting methods must be varied and unified. The variety is to cope with complex combat environments and methods, while the unity is for the individual's direction and goal-oriented growth.

Garp himself follows the path of the physical body, and his fists and feet are his means of fighting. All his training directions and fighting methods revolve around the core of the physical body.

Before the Battle of Ed Wo, the old man Golden Lion was a swordsman. After his domineering power was basically abandoned, he embarked on a growth path centered on fruit development. It can be said that Roger almost cut off his future.

However, the one who really focuses on the fruit is Edward Newgate with Whitebeard, who is influenced by Rocks and constrained by the side effects of his own fruit.

Before facing the Golden Lion's full swordsmanship, Akainu had never had a clear understanding of the three words "Pirate King", nor had he ever truly realized the importance of Garp, the naval hero.

Just as people until today have always attributed the Battle of Edvard to Roger's luck, they have never truly realized how terrifying the only guy who had landed on the final island in eight hundred years was.

You know, the World Government has also been looking for that place.

What makes the World Government wary of Garp is not just his individual strength and his terrifying reputation in the navy, but more importantly his terrifying talent in physical skills.

As one of the founders of the Six Styles of the Navy, Garp is a genius who can elevate the physical skills of an era to a new level. If he had not been in the Navy system, he would have been a beacon that needed to be extinguished.

What about Roger? A monster who has developed the Observation Haki to the extreme, a demon who has developed the Observation Haki without any guidance, a being who would have ascended to the throne if he had not been suffering from a terminal illness.

At that moment, Akainu was clearer than ever. He saw the golden lion's sword and the god that towered above the sky. He once thought that he was strong enough, but now he knew that he was not strong enough.

Therefore, Akainu took back his sword, gathered all his strength, turned it into a sharp edge that could cut through anything, and cut a path.

During this period of time, many people thought that Akainu was frightened by Golden Lion's sword and gave up his fists. However, they had long forgotten that when he put down the sword, this naval prodigy was already a famous swordsman in the world.

The reason he chose the sword was because he saw a kind of swordsmanship in the sword that Golden Lion used all his strength to strike, a swordsmanship that integrated everything about himself.

……

The next moment after Akainu sheathed his sword, Whitebeard's body, which should have fallen, stopped tilting. He grabbed his lower body with one powerful arm, and a shock force completely shattered most of his body burning with black flames, leaving a huge hole.

On his other arm, the broken naginata was restored under the wrapping of the majestic rock element, and then the sword fell in the blink of an eye.

Akainu blocked with his sword, but was blown away by the unexpected force. When he looked up again, Whitebeard in the distance had recovered as before.

"You are so stubborn, old fellow!"