One Piece: King of the World from White Town

A sudden attack by such a vampire army, with a population of only a thousand, would be enough to overwhelm a small country in one night.

After all, who normally stocks silver weapons?

Is it because you have too much money to burn?

Apart from the Vatican, which has a year-round reserve of this stuff, no other country would use precious silver to make swords and bullets and distribute them to soldiers.

"We must find and eliminate these NC remnants as soon as possible, otherwise the whole world may be plunged into war again."

Father Anderson's face was solemn, but he did not forget that there was a battle waiting for him that would determine the winner and decide his life or death.

Although he was very grateful for the timely information provided by the other party, since this kid was determined to die, he would not show mercy.

Giving it your all is the greatest respect for them!

When Abel pulled out the two samurai swords he had prepared in advance and stuck in the wall and pointed them forward one after the other, Father Anderson's attack also arrived.

Two sharp blunderbusses slashed at Abel's neck and stabbed at his heart.

It’s fine if you don’t make a move, but once you make a move it’s a sure kill!

but……

"The killing intent is good, but it's too slow."

Abel arrived first after starting later. He drew his sword in an instant and accurately knocked away the two muskets and swords in Father Anderson's hands.

The tremendous force shocked Father Anderson and made his palms numb.

You know, he is not an ordinary human being. He is a special cyborg who uses technology beyond science to transform his body.

The body can even defend against ordinary bullets.

Both his speed and strength are far beyond that of ordinary people, otherwise he would not be able to fight those monsters.

But after just a brief fight, he realized that the opponent's speed and strength were still superior to his!

"Is this guy also a reformer like me?"

The moment Father Anderson took off his weapon, he rolled backwards five times and quickly distanced himself.

Then he swung his hands and held two more gun swords in his hands.

In fact, the gunsword he used was not simple either. It was made from blessed pages of the Bible. There were as many gunswords as there were pages in the Bible.

"I was careless just now, but I will never do that again next time."

Flying gun sword!

Father Anderson quickly threw out the two muskets in his hands, then two more, and two more!

After launching six consecutive attacks with the flying gun sword, he then started close combat with two gun swords in hand.

Abel stood where he was, swinging the long sword in his hand easily, blocking the thrown gun swords to the side, and then just right blocked Father Anderson's crazy attack that was like mercury pouring out of the ground.

With his Observation Haki fully activated, he could even "see" Father Anderson's attack moves a few seconds later.

So the scene looks particularly weird.

At first glance, it seemed as if Abel was performing a delicate block, but if you looked at it for a while longer, you would discover a shocking fact.

That is, as the defending party, we can always get into position in advance.

Just like they had rehearsed it beforehand, Father Anderson was extremely cooperative and took the initiative to move forward, allowing the other party to successfully parry.

Chapter 763 Play a Game

"how so?!"

Father Anderson became more and more frightened as the fight went on, his previous confidence having long since vanished.

The opponent seemed to be able to predict his movements in advance and did not fight back. He would just get into position every time and wait quietly for him to bump into him.

He felt like a prey caught in a spider web, unable to escape no matter how hard he struggled.

This different kind of pressure was completely different from the oppressive feeling that the monster Akado gave him.

He knew that when a person performs an action, he mobilizes many related muscles in the body, and people with rich combat experience can even judge whether the opponent's next attack will be a punch or a kick, a left fist or a right fist by observing the slight changes in the height of the opponent's shoulders.

He suspected that the guy in front of him was "pre-reading" his actions in a similar way.

But, at such a young age, how could he have so much combat experience and such good eyesight?

Father Anderson was very 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 every move he made was sudden enough and would not be predicted in advance.

However, to his surprise, the opponent just raised the corner of his mouth slightly and accurately blocked the gun sword in his hand again.

It was as if all his actions, including his thoughts, were seen through.

"Are you surprised? I can see through all your actions and reactions."

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

"It's a bit boring, so let's play a game."

"It seems to you that I am predicting your actions through these eyes, right?"

"Then I will close my eyes. As long as you can make me move half a step within one minute, or cause me even the slightest harm, I will let you escape for ten minutes. Yes, including the ones waiting outside."

"If you lose, how about you lend me your identity?"

"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent. Then... let the game begin."

As soon as he finished speaking, Abel actually closed his eyes and even dropped the weapon in his hand.

Father Anderson felt that he was being underestimated and his teeth were about to break. He was as angry as a man-eating lion, and the two gun swords in his hands were almost swinging out to create phantoms.

He must make this kid pay the price!

Die die die die die!

Swish, swish, swish, swish...

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

But Abel seemed to have awakened his third eye. Even with his eyes closed, he easily dodged every attack from Father Anderson. And he looked so relaxed, as if he hadn't moved even a step.

Only when he really couldn't dodge, or was unwilling to move, would he casually extend his weapon to block, and every time it was just right.

He could even count down under Father Anderson's fierce attack? !

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

"Try hard, you're almost there and you have 15 seconds left."

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

"What a pity. I gave you the chance but you are really useless."

Outside, three students of Father Anderson, Enrico Maxwell who had previously mocked Accardo's master as a sow, the female killer Heinkel Wolf who used double guns, and the bespectacled nun Takagi Yumie who held a samurai sword were all watching the fight nervously through the factory window.

They never thought that someone as powerful as Father Anderson would one day be unable to even touch the edge of a person's clothes after attacking with all his strength.

"I think Father Anderson needs us." Heinkel Wolf spoke first.

Because Father Anderson was wearing a communication device, they heard all the conversations between the two parties.

"I agree." Takagi Yumie drew her samurai sword and nodded.

Then both women looked at Enrico Maxwell.

But Enrico Maxwell was very hesitant at this time. His intuition told him that even Father Anderson was not his enemy. He should not put himself in danger. He should evacuate immediately and then think of how to deal with him.

And just during this moment of hesitation, the countdown inside had ended, and then there was a loud bang.

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

Looking closely, they saw that it was Father Anderson whom they were going to help!

"Father Anderson..."

"do not come!"

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

"The enemy in front of you is much higher in rank than you. You cannot interfere in the upcoming battle. Leave here immediately and return to the Vatican!"

Enrico Maxwell and the other two were stunned at the same time. It was the first time they saw their teacher so nervous, serious, and... crazy.

"Is this the extent of the trump card of the Thirteenth Department of the Holy See's betrayers? To be honest, I am very disappointed."

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

Father Anderson chose to charge again. He didn't believe that the opponent was invincible. The ability to predict his actions must have flaws, but he just hadn't been able to find them.

Such a dangerous guy must not be left alone.

Even if it means sacrificing his own life, he must find out the enemy's weakness!

Only this time, he didn't notice that the samurai sword in the other's hand had been stained black...

"Two Swords Style: Diamond Yasha!"

Swish!

puff……

The two figures crossed 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 sword in his left hand remained.

Just a little bit more and he was split in half diagonally.

It was his body strength after the modification that could withstand bullets that saved his life and allowed him to avoid such an ending.

But there doesn't seem to be any difference.

Having been injured so badly, and with the enemy still watching closely from the side, he had little choice but to wait for death.

poof...

Father Anderson fell to the ground helplessly, with a lot of blood flowing out.

The three people who had not yet had the chance to escape were all stunned.

This is a complete crushing of strength!

Who is this guy?

Is it a monster?

what should we do?

Run away?

Or should I rush up and fight him to rescue Father Anderson?

Before they could figure it out, Heinkel Wolf could no longer withstand the tremendous pressure. He screamed and frantically pulled the triggers of both guns at Abel.

bang bang bang bang bang...

“Die die die die die…Please, just die!”

Chapter 764: Holy Relic Helena's Holy Nail

"Don't……"

Enrico Maxwell subconsciously stretched out his hand to stop his companions.

But the next moment, hot blood splashed on his face.

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

Until the bullets were used up, the body fell to the ground and could not get up.

And Heinkel Wolf's head just rolled down at his feet, staring at him with his eyes wide open.

"Ahhh!"

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