Save the world from Luffy

"Boom"

The doorway behind everyone was suddenly blocked by a heavy slab of mechanism. The slab more than half a meter thick looked like that...

Thin as paper...

The people present hardly took the trivial matter of "cutting off" the back road into their hearts.

"Luffy, I need to take a step first."

Brook held the cane in his hand and stared at Hogback, who was hurriedly fleeing escorted by the zombies.

"That swordsman is the carrier of your shadow?" Seeing that the zombie warrior, wearing a samurai robe with a sword on his waist, quickly disappeared outside the gate, Luffy asked Brooke sideways.

"Yes."

Nodding lightly, Brook walked peacefully in front of the swarming zombie army,

Then his body shook slightly, and in the blink of an eye he crossed a distance of tens of meters and came to the gate.

"Nose Song Sanding·Arrow Tail Slash!"

Brook put the double-edged sword into the sheath, and there were nearly twenty zombies in the straight path that flashed past, but when he took the sword into the sheath, there were multiple tragic cut marks on his body.

"So fast...."

Sauron murmured softly as he watched the slash that was as fast as thunder and lightning, which was invisible to normal people.

"What a surprising skill."

Even if he had broken through the limits of human fitness, Sauron could only see a vague phantom passing by the fallen zombies with dexterity and lightness beyond imagination.

He had never seen the light of the sword, nor had he seen how Brook made the sword.

Bringing lightness and swiftness to the extreme, Brook, who is left with only the skeleton, has an extremely light body that surpasses humans, and his sword skills have gone to an extreme.

Unlike Sauron's skill, strength, and skill, Brook's route is skill and spirit.

The two have their own advantages and disadvantages. Sauron thinks that there is a big difference in speed, but in other aspects, or overall strength, Sauron has stronger self-confidence.

"If you want to go, follow along." Luffy pushed the swordsman a bit. "A look at different styles of sword skills should be more inspiring."

"Then... Sanji, Frankie, you two play slowly, I'll take a step first."

Restrained to clear the field with a knife, and the desire to fight around the corner, Sauron stepped on the moon step and shoved across a distance of tens of meters and left the room, chasing Brooke away.

"Come on, you two."

Mary Ann has spread out the picnic tablecloth, boiled tea on the small stove, fried chicken, potato chips, dried fruit, popcorn, and restarted the soy sauce. The cute pet group and the four-member theater are waiting for it. The beginning of the play.

"Really only the two of us?"

Sanji and Frank looked at each other, but the army of zombies that had been in front of them would not give them time to chat.

The wind is coming!

Frankie kicked off the battle.

With the high-speed spinning kick, a crimson flame ignited on Sanji's leg.

Devil foot!

2V167, a short movie about beating little zombies with a good viewing experience, started. The melon-eating group leisurely drank tea, and talked and gave pointers.

And outside the gate.

On the forest bridge connecting the mansion and the castle, the zombie swordsman stopped and drew the black and red patterned sharp blade on his waist.

"Want to challenge me again?"

The zombie swordsman looked at Brooke calmly, as if looking at a corpse. The skeleton without flesh and blood was not much different from the bone lying in the grave.

"You know very well that you can't beat me."

Brook didn't say a word, but silently drew out the sword, the blade pointed directly at the zombie swordsman.

"Even so..." Brooke rubbed his body, and the snow-white blade only left a hint of cold light to show his existence. The plain spurs showed Brooke's determination.

The sound of sword fighting tore through the quiet night, and the breeze brought by the incomparable sharpness made the weeds on the roadside instantaneously shorter, and the cut surface was smooth as a mirror.

The gusty stabs were dazzling, and the zombie swordsman with the black and red sword in his hand was easily attacked by Brooke.

With Brooke's own shadow as the source of power to drive this body, the swordsmanship of the same origin should be evenly divided, but this is after all the swordsmanship used by Brooke.

Drifting on the sea for decades, Brook was immersed in loneliness and all kinds of good or bad nightmares.

Only the fine wine of Binks can give his lonely soul a little comfort and encouragement, allowing him to stay awake during the long, indistinguishable time passing by.

Let him feel that he is really still alive, even if he becomes a skeleton, he still lives as a human being...

In contrast, Brooke's swordsmanship hasn't made any progress in the past few decades, and it's not wrong to even regress.

He who used to be, who used to hold a sword, is not the skeleton of today.

He used to be a man of flesh and blood.

The loss of flesh and blood allowed him to have a lighter body, but it also made him lose the strength of having flesh and blood.

Going to extreme lightness is a good thing, but it is also a bad thing.

The fundamental change made the former swordsmanship have such a dissonance when it was used, which Brooke had never discovered.

And this zombie swordsman, while inheriting Brook's dexterity, his body now has relatively complete flesh and blood, not a skeleton with speed and power.

Even if he loses slightly in lightness, in terms of overall strength, he completely crushes Brook.

In the eyes of the zombie swordsman, Brook's approaching extreme swordsmanship looks like a kid's joke.

This kind of light and flamboyant swordsmanship, which seemed a little inconsistent because of no difference with the previous ones, was impossible to outperform him. Even if he had one hand, the zombie swordsman would never lose.

In the last encounter, he flew Brook's double-edged sword and completely defeated him, but now, the ending is still different.

"Yohohohoho"

The zombie swordsman let out a deep laugh, that blow was faster than a blow, and a stab that was heavier than a blow made Brooke tired of parrying, like a cat and a mouse, a blow that was hard to resist. The blade of Brooke flew him to the trunk of the forest bridge.

Gasping for breath, Brooke, who even started to smoke, leaned against the tree trunk and gasped. The double-edged sword pierced into the ground, supporting his light and bony body.

"It's over... right." Holding the knife and pointing the blade at the ground, the zombie swordsman said calmly to Brook: "How about confessing your failure?"

But Brook, who was transformed into a skeleton, slowly straightened his waist, helped the trunk to stand up hard, and pulled out the bones stuck in the trunk.

"It's like a phoenix..."

"Or, is it a skeleton? You shouldn't have the strength to get up."

The zombie swordsman shook his head gently.

"It's almost time for you to stop acting completely, so that you never come back to regain the shadow."

"It's really a pity that I can't kill you directly. After all, I still need your shadow to maintain action."

"How about letting me chop off your parts with a good arrow tail?"

The rather ironic words seemed to sting Brooke's heart. Even if he felt that his skeleton was about to strike, he still forcibly stood up straight, leaning against the tree trunk to prevent himself from falling.

"You obviously... don't know anything."

There seemed to be anger ignited in the hollow eye sockets, and Brooke's sword-holding hand trembled.

"This is the common name of my companions who admired the speed-cutting stunt I used when I was born in the Kingdom's surprise troops-Banderoru Town Soul Song."

"Nose Song Sanding·Fish Tail Cut! This is the name my companion gave me!"

"Even if you have my character and tricks, but you who have forgotten your thoughts and feelings do not deserve this name!"

Brook drew the double-edged sword from the ground and staggered forward half a step.

"Yo ha ha ha"

There was disdain in the laughter.

"In that case, you who are the deity, come and try to crack the swordsmanship of my fake."

He turned the blade over, "This is your last chance."

One skeleton, one zombie.

It is difficult for the two to be directly called human beings and walk towards each other calmly and firmly.

It seems to just walk away peacefully.

Then they passed each other and stopped with their backs to each other.

"Nose Song Three Ding——"

"Slash at the tail of the arrow!"

But it was the zombie swordsman who said the last three words, and the light of the sword, which was so close that it could not be seen by the naked eye, came after all...

It's late...

PS: After all, I still failed to make up what I owed before--