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

This different kind of pressure was completely different from the oppressive feeling he got from that monster, Alucard.

He knew that when a person performs an action, many related muscles in the body are mobilized, and experienced combat personnel can even judge whether the opponent's next attack will be a punch or a kick, and whether it will be a left punch or a right punch, by observing the slight changes in the height of the opponent's shoulders.

He suspected that the guy in front of him was 'predicting' his movements in a similar way.

But how can someone so young have so much combat experience and such good eyesight?

Father Anderson was puzzled, but after taking a deep breath, he changed his fighting style, forcibly controlling the muscles in his shoulders and other parts of his body to ensure that each of his attacks was sudden enough and could not be predicted in advance.

To his surprise, the other party merely curled the corners of his mouth slightly upwards and once again accurately parried the musket in his hand.

It was as if his every move, including his thoughts, had been seen through.

"Are you surprised? I can see right through your every move and reaction."

Abel suddenly spoke with a smile, causing Father Anderson's expression to darken.

"We're getting a little bored, so let's play a game."

"In your eyes, I'm reading your actions through these eyes, right?"

"Then I'll close my eyes. If you can make me move half a step or cause me even the slightest harm within a minute, I'll give you ten minutes to escape. Yeah, including those waiting outside."

"If you lose, how about I borrow your identity?"

"If you don't speak, I'll take that as your agreement. So... the game begins."

As soon as he finished speaking, Abel actually closed his eyes and even lowered his weapon.

Father Anderson, feeling underestimated, was grinding his teeth to powder. He was as furious as a man-eating lion, and the two gunswords in his hands were almost blurring into shadows.

He'll make that kid pay!

Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell!

Swish swish swish swish swish...

With each attack, he aimed for the opponent's vital points, without considering anything else or even thinking about escaping.

But Abel seemed to have awakened a third eye; even with his eyes closed, he effortlessly dodged every attack from Father Anderson, and it looked so easy and effortless that he didn't even move a step.

He would only casually extend his weapon to block when he was truly unable to dodge or unwilling to move, and each time it was perfectly timed.

He even managed to keep the countdown going despite Father Anderson's relentless barrage of attacks?!

"30 seconds have passed, you have 29 seconds left."

"Keep trying, you're almost there, 15 seconds left."

"10, 9, 8, 7..."

"What a pity, you really didn't live up to the opportunity."

Outside, Father Anderson's three students—Enrico Maxwell, who had previously mocked Accardo's owner as a sow, Heinkel Wolf, a female assassin wielding dual pistols, and Sister Takagi Yumie, a bespectacled nun holding a samurai sword—were all watching the battle intently through the factory window.

They never imagined that someone as powerful as Father Anderson would one day be unable to even touch the hem of a person's clothes under a full-force attack.

“I think Father Anderson needs us,” Heinkel Wolf said first.

Because Father Anderson was wearing a communication device, they had heard all of their previous conversations.

“I agree.” Yumie Takagi drew her katana and nodded.

Then both women looked at Enrico Maxwell.

However, Enrico Maxwell was very hesitant at this moment. His intuition told him that even Father Anderson was no match for him, and he should not risk his life. He should retreat immediately and then think of a way to deal with the situation.

In that very moment of hesitation, the countdown inside ended, followed by a loud bang.

A figure crashed through the wall and landed heavily not far in front of them.

Upon closer inspection, they recognized Father Anderson, the very priest they were about to help!

"Father Anderson..."

"do not come!"

Father Anderson, who was coughing up blood and struggling to get up from the ground, immediately stretched out an arm to stop them.

"The enemy before you is far superior to you. The battle that follows is beyond your control. Leave here immediately and return to the Vatican!"

Enrico Maxwell and the other two were taken aback. It was the first time they had ever seen their teacher so tense, serious, and...crazy.

"Is this all the ace of the Thirteenth Division of the Vatican's Traitors is? To be honest, I'm very disappointed."

"Wait until I'm dead before you say such things!"

Father Anderson once again chose to charge forward. He did not believe that his opponent was invincible. He believed that the ability to predict his actions must have a flaw, but he just had not been able to find it yet.

Such a dangerous creature absolutely cannot be left unattended.

Even if it costs him his own life, he will find out the enemy's weakness!

This time, however, he didn't notice that the katana in the other person's hand had been stained black...

"Dual Sword Style: Vajra Yaksha!"

Swish!

puff……

The two figures passed each other in an instant.

Then, a large amount of blood spurted out in front of Father Anderson. His entire right arm had disappeared, and only the hilt of the gun and sword in his left hand remained.

He was just a hair's breadth away from being cleaved in two diagonally.

It was his modified body, which could withstand bullets, that saved his life and prevented him from meeting such an end.

But it doesn't seem to make any difference.

Having suffered such severe injuries, with the enemy still lurking nearby, he was practically left with only one path: waiting to die.

poof...

Father Anderson collapsed to the ground, blood flowing freely.

The three people who hadn't had time to escape were all stunned.

This is a complete and utter crushing defeat in terms of strength!

Who is this guy?

Is it a monster?

What should we do?

Run away?

Should we rush up and fight him to the death, and rescue Father Anderson?

Before they could even figure it out, Heinkel Wolf couldn't withstand the immense pressure and, amidst screams, frantically pulled the triggers on Abel with both guns in his hands.

bang bang bang bang bang...

"Go to hell, go to hell, go to hell, go to hell... Please, just die!"

Chapter 764 The Sacred Relic: Helena's Sacred Nail

"Don't……"

Enrico Maxwell instinctively reached out to stop his companion.

But the next moment, scalding blood splattered onto his face.

Then what came into view was a headless corpse still following its life instincts, pulling the trigger.

Even after all the bullets were used up, the body collapsed and did not rise again.

Heinkel Wolf's head rolled right to his feet, staring at him with wide-open eyes.

"Ahhh!"

Enrico Maxwell was so frightened that he kicked the head at his feet away and kept backing away, almost tripping over it.

Upon seeing her companion killed, Yumie Takagi's eyes immediately turned red. The gentle, bespectacled nun who was usually so kind vanished in an instant, replaced by a ruthless berserker named Yumie!

Yumie's katana was like a venomous snake, precisely targeting Abel's head before flicking out its tongue.

This can be described as the pinnacle of Mei Jiang's strikes since her awakening!

Both the force and the angle were just right.

Furthermore, the target was completely unprepared, with almost every part of him vulnerable.

But... is that really the case?

Swish!

Yumie's determined strike came down heavily, but it passed through the illusion and only struck air.

At that moment, she was completely stunned.

Then the hairs on his body stood on end, and he began to tremble uncontrollably under the influence of that murderous aura.

puff!

Abel, who had vanished from Yumie's sight, reappeared mysteriously behind her, coldly and ruthlessly thrusting out a knife and precisely piercing her heart from behind.

"What a headache. I was hoping to use my papacy status for a couple of days, but before I knew it, almost all of them were dead."

"Hey, you over there, you'll definitely cooperate with me, right?"

Abel released the knife from his left hand, leaving it to keep Yumie's body company, then looked around, seemingly somewhat helpless.

Enrico Maxwell knew he had no right to refuse. He didn't want to die; he couldn't just die here meaninglessly. So he would agree to whatever the other party asked him to do next.

But just as he was about to agree, his pupils suddenly contracted violently, and he looked in terror at Abel's back.

What was behind Abel?

Corpse?

That's right!