One Piece: The World King Who Emerged from the White Town

Always remain vigilant, and always be wary of what's behind you.

All the so-called moves actually have only one purpose: to kill everyone that these eyes can see!

This is a Yaksha!

From the start of the battle, Abel, who had been expressionless, suddenly changed his demeanor.

Suddenly abandoning his defense, ignoring the sword that was about to graze his ribs, he swiftly swung his blade backhand to aim for the opponent's head.

The muscular man seemed startled by the speed of the counterattack. His eyes widened in anger, he stomped his feet hard on the ground, and then leaped backward.

He couldn't give up the attack, because his sword strike might not seriously injure the enemy, but the enemy's blade could be enough to cut off his head.

Swish!

The muscular man's shirt was cut open, revealing a faint red line on his chest from which blood flowed.

If I had reacted any slower, I might have lost my head!

Abel had wanted to see what this guy was capable of, which is why he rarely retaliated.

But from this moment on, he was going to get serious.

So he launched his first attack.

In just a moment, the two switched roles.

The strong man, his face grave, could only passively defend himself, struggling to breathe under Abel's volcanic onslaught.

Even with both hands wielding the sword, he gradually began to feel the increasing force building up within him.

What made his eyelids twitch even more was that after the enemy in front of him switched from defense to offense, it was as if he had become a completely different person.

They only attack and never defend; every strike carries a fierce, life-or-death atmosphere, as if they want to perish together!

He has fought against opponents with similar styles before.

But compared to the young man in front of him, the guys he had encountered before were nothing special!

Because only truly fearless madmen can master this kind of fighting style that trades injury for injury and disregards the consequences.

Any hesitation or fear would crumble on its own.

The person in front of me was as cold as an iceberg, his expression and eyes remaining completely unchanged from beginning to end.

Even as he risked his life to fight back, his longsword was already pressed against the man's chest, ready to pierce his heart in the next moment.

The other party remained motionless, as if they had never moved in ages, and the extremely sharp longsword in their hand still fell towards his neck without hesitation.

hide?

Or should we die together?

If this question had been asked ten years ago, he would have definitely pressed on without hesitation and seen who had more courage!

But at that moment, he thought of his beloved wife and his lovely four-year-old daughter.

He hesitated; he couldn't afford to gamble; he didn't want to die!

So he retreated.

He changed tactics on the spot, holding the long sword in his hand above his head.

There was a clang sound!

One launched a full-force attack, the other reacted hastily.

As the immense force of the recoil surged forth, the muscular man's face flushed red, yet he still couldn't completely block it.

With a thud, he knelt on one knee, his arm was bent as the longsword sliced ​​into his shoulder.

Blood splattered everywhere!

At this point, the outcome was already decided.

Abel defeated his opponent using almost no other abilities, relying solely on his unremarkable Yaksha swordsmanship.

"You hesitated with the final strike."

"Fear dulls your sword and robs you of your courage to forge ahead; that is why you failed."

"You are no longer a qualified swordsman."

Chapter 510 Determination, Thunder Destruction Sword!

"You are no longer a qualified swordsman."

As Abel's words echoed in the other man's ears, the strong man's face turned slightly pale.

Given his current state, if he were to relive those three thousand battles again...

Let alone achieving an undefeated record, the most likely outcome is being killed in the first thousand matches.

The ties of family seem to have truly become an obstacle for him, dulling the sharpness of the sword in his hand...

So he laid down his sword and lived a simple yet happy life with his wife.

If things continue like this, perhaps one day in the future he will truly be unable to lift that sword again and completely bid farewell to his past self.

but……

Why ruin his current happy life?

When a swordsman who once chose to lay down his sword picks it up again to protect his family, he may feel unfamiliar with it, and his swordsmanship may become dull.

But the determination to protect one's family will surely make this sword incredibly sharp, sharp enough to cut through iron and steel!

Cyrus's expression, which had been gritting his teeth and persevering, suddenly became incredibly resolute, his eyes filled with determination.

"If we can't defeat them here, Scarlett and Rebecca will be in danger!"

"Therefore, we must win!"

He used all his strength to pull the longsword stuck in his shoulder, and then leaped up from the ground.

He gripped the sword hilt tightly with both hands, pouring all his determination and his ties to his family into this single strike.

Thunder Destruction Sword!

When this sword was swung down from above, it truly seemed as fast as lightning!

Abel chose to respect his opponent's final blow; he neither dodged nor used any other abilities.

It's simply a clash of swords!

He also gripped Qiushui with both hands, and at the moment he drew his sword, a terrifying phantom of a Yaksha seemed to fly out from behind him.

One-Sword Style: Asura Yasha!

Swish!

In an instant, the two figures crossed paths and stood back to back.

With a clang, Cyrus's longsword broke in his hand, and then a deep and long, gruesome wound was slashed across his chest, spraying out a large amount of blood.

thump……

Cyrus, who nearly lost consciousness, fell backward to the ground.

However, out of concern for his family, he used astonishing willpower to prevent himself from immediately falling into a deep sleep the moment darkness enveloped him.

"That last strike was good."

"Swordsman, state your name."

Abel glanced at his shirt, which had a tear in it, and approached the other person with the Autumn Water in his hand.

"Cyrus, a former army commander of the kingdom."

"To possess such formidable strength at such a young age, and with combat experience seemingly honed through countless battles, who exactly are you? What is your purpose in coming here?"

Cyrus spoke slowly, determined to buy time despite his own injuries.

Although Scarlett gave up her status as a princess to be with him.

But that doesn't mean King Riku disowns his daughter.

On the contrary, Scarlett's father was always supportive of the fact that the two of them were eventually able to get together.

It was only due to many other factors that it ended up looking like an elopement, but it wasn't.

So when he encountered danger, Cyrus first fled with his wife and daughter and hid them.

Then he came back to check the situation.

If he can handle it on his own and it's just a minor problem, that would be ideal.

If the situation is serious, he will not return for a long time.

Scarlett would immediately take her daughter to the palace to seek refuge and help!

After all, given Cyrus's pride, it's unlikely he would encounter any petty thieves. If he had to send his wife and daughter to his father-in-law for help, what would he be?

But this time, the opponent he encountered was someone he would never forget.

"So you were once the captain of the kingdom's army, living in seclusion in such a remote place. It seems you were the variable affecting the plan, but luckily we found out early."

"Once you're turned into a toy, everything will be back to normal."

During the battle, Abel kept guessing the identity of his opponent, and it turned out to be true.

The opponent was Cyrus, who had achieved an unprecedented and unparalleled three thousand consecutive victories in the bullfighting arena.

He was later promoted by King Riku to be the captain of the kingdom's army.

He then rescued the princess, winning her heart, and the two married, much to the envy of others.

This guy is arguably the strongest in Dressrosa.

"Turn into a toy?"

"Could it be that all those talking, walking magical toys are...?"

As if a terrible thought had occurred to him, Cyrus suddenly widened his eyes.