The person is wearing a straw hat, and starts with the power of words!

This is the basement level.

Zoro, Sanji, and Usopp have finished their battle.

Zoro and Sanji had just stepped into the underwater tunnel with a tattered rag covering the battered Usopp.

"You two hurry up! Don't dawdle!" Usopp ordered from his bedside.

"Stop pointing fingers!" Zoro roared.

"I'm seriously injured! Seriously injured! I'm covered in wounds! All my ribs are broken! At least six!" Usopp shouted.

"Anyway, there are still plenty of roots, it's fine! You're really just dragging people down!" Sanji said.

"By the way, do you want to know the secret of my new weapon, the Helmet Bow? Let me explain..." Usopp came up with something on a whim.

"Shut up! Or I'll let you run away on your own!" Zoro roared.

"But all my ribs are broken... at least ten!" Usopp said, putting on a pitiful look.

"Why don't you just say you broke all twelve roots! Then we could bury you right here!" Sanji said.

“I was thinking of saying…” Usopp stopped mid-sentence.

Zoro and Sanji, who were running at full speed, stopped at the same time.

"Hey...did you hear that?" Zoro asked.

"That sounds like Sima Di's voice... So Sima Di calls himself Laozi?" Usopp remarked.

"Is Emperor Sima in danger?" Sanji asked in shock, letting go of his grip.

Usopp fell to the ground with a thud.

"Hey! Sanji! I'm seriously injured! Can't you be a little gentler?"

"Who cares about you!" Sanji yelled, then looked around. "Where was Sima Di's voice coming from?"

"It should be from behind, right?" Zoro also let go.

Paji——

Usopp lay completely flat on the ground.

“But we just came from up there! We didn’t see Sima Di!” Sanji said.

"You bunch of idiots! If it's not up there, then go down! Who said there's only one level underground!" Usopp yelled in pain, taking the opportunity to insult their intelligence.

Clearly, all three of them thought that Sima Di's voice came from somewhere, rather than directly into their minds.

Zoro and Sanji both nodded after hearing Usopp's words, and then... ran straight towards the stairs.

"Hey! Someone, take care of me! I'm seriously injured! Seriously injured!" Usopp shouted as he got up, put away the cloth covering him, and then ran wildly behind Zoro and Sanji.

"You can get up now!" Zoro yelled at Usopp behind him.

"It's all because of you heartless guys! Once I find Sima Di, I'm going to tell on you! Tell on you!" Usopp roared back defiantly.

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second lower floor.

Brad looked in Sima Di's direction with a half-smile.

Sima Di was lying on the ground not far away, his fate unknown.

"The screams... stopped... No way, is this guy dead? I knew someone like him couldn't possibly be worthy of the title of the tenth generation."

Zi Busheng was startled and quickly ran to Sima Di's side to check his breathing with his hand, then breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems he's just unconscious."

"Just unconscious? Tsk, boring." Brad said dismissively. "Bro, let's ignore that guy and get back to our business."

Zibu looked at Brad, "You'll let her go, won't you?"

"Although I dislike that woman, I will do whatever Bu Sheng says... except for killing you, of course."

Brad's smile was both sweet and eerie.

"I understand... then go ahead and do it." Zi Busheng spread his hands, completely unprepared.

However, no sooner had Zibusheng finished speaking than he felt something grab his leg.

Looking down, he saw that it was Sima Di, who had already woken up.

“Such a foolish thing as surrendering... is never suitable for a clever guy like you.” Sima Di spoke with great difficulty, and his eyes were even more blurred.

"Hongxin! Are you alright?" Zibusheng quickly helped Sima Di up.

"I can't say I'm fine... after all, I still can't stop those memories from looping in my mind." Sima Di said with a muffled groan, his hands gripping his neck tightly.

That madman... bit his own carotid artery again.

Brad saw Sima Di regain consciousness and was shocked, shaking his head repeatedly.

"Impossible... You, you actually... resisted the influence of Spirit 073..."

"What? So surprised? Does this mean I've beaten your game, the final boss?" Sima Di forced a smile.

Brad pursed his lips and carefully examined Sima Di once more.

To determine whether Dong Yi was truly qualified to be the eleventh Spade, they conducted a series of tests. Brad's spiritual influence was one of those tests.

It took Dong Yi several hours to reach the level Sima Di is at now, and it took him three whole days to completely eliminate the influence of the spiritual infiltration.

And what about this Sima Emperor?

From the moment I left until now, it hasn't even been three minutes!

"It passed. It passed perfectly."

Although Brad was unwilling, he had no choice but to tell the truth.

"But what good is that? Look at you now! You have no offensive power whatsoever! You can barely even stand up! The only thing you've done by waking up is to watch the death of the Purple Clan right before your eyes!"

After Brad finished speaking, Sima Di took a long time to reply.

Then, in her nightmare, Horta poked her eyes out again.

"I... I won't, I won't let that happen." Sima Di reached into his pocket.

Brad was instantly alert upon seeing this.

"Ha, don't worry, don't worry. It's not a lighter or anything. It's just a seashell."

109 Well done!

Sima Di took out a strangely shaped seashell.

“Shell? Are you still not awake?” Brad said.

"Although you are very capable, your knowledge is still far from sufficient..." Sima Di smiled and pressed down on the seashell.

"Imbuing with Spirit".

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew out from the seashell, and then, to the astonishment of the other two, it transformed into a wind sprite.

"What is this thing? Is it your ability?" Brad stared at Sima Di, his evil aura rising, ready to launch an attack at any moment.

"This...this is a creature entirely made of wind. I personally call it a wind spirit. Its attack method is quite similar to the gale you just created, but it can also use wind blades and wind cleaves. I think this guy is probably even better at manipulating wind than you are," Sima Di explained with a smile. "Oh, by the way, besides wind, I can also imbue fire, earth, water, and the like with spirits..."

What should have been a peaceful standoff turned into a one-man lecture on the Five Elements by Emperor Sima.

Brad initially thought the woman was talking about her abilities, so he listened patiently. However, the more Brad listened, the more uneasy he felt. Foundation Establishment, Purple Mansion, and Ascension? He wished this woman would ascend to immortality immediately!

"Enough! You're just trying to stall for time! I'm telling you, no one's coming back to save you! They only have eyes for Robin right now! They don't care about you!"

Brad roared, and the evil energy once again condensed into a jet-black scythe.

"I've changed my mind! Tenth Generation! Hell is the perfect place for you!"

Sima Di slightly raised his hand, and the wind spirit stirred up a gust of wind.

“It’s no use! This level of wind won’t affect me!” Brad roared.

"And what about Jianfeng?" Sima Di asked with a smile.

"what?"

Before Brad could understand, a gust of wind suddenly arose behind him, along with the wind sprite.

"Three-Sword Style? [Unintelligible]!"

"A sure-kill? Duck? Cicada?"

"Three-Sword Style?"

"Devil's Wind Kick????≯??"

Sima Di looked at Brad, who had been instantly killed by these three before he could even react.

"So weak...that's why I got beaten so badly by this guy...Sanji and Zoro are just too strong..." Sima Di muttered to himself.

The moment Brad fell to the ground, the effects of the spiritual infiltration wore off. Although he still had a slight headache, it was no longer a big deal for Sima Di.

"Me too! Sima Di! Me too! My strength is too great... This is also a problem~" Usopp waved excitedly.