One Piece: King of the World from White Town

After doubling his strength, Abel rushed directly towards the enemy.

"The speed is good, but not to the point where I can't react."

"When I was his age, I would probably be killed in a single encounter. Where did the Don Quixote family find such talented people?"

The major made this assessment in his mind, then swung his sword to block.

With a clang, sparks seemed to fly when the two weapons collided!

"Not only is the speed fast, but the strength is also..."

As soon as the fight started, the major was visibly taken aback.

But even though he was surprised, his hands did not show any sign of letting up.

In just a few seconds, the two exchanged more than ten moves.

Parry, dodge, counterattack, attack, and attack again...

Hit, stab, chop, cut, hang, lift, chop, pick...

Abel put into practice what he had learned and launched a violent attack without stopping.

His solid foundation in swordsmanship is enough to make countless people present feel ashamed!

Moreover, his sword skills were not rigid. His rich experience in fighting enemies and his varied sword skills were truly astonishing!

In just a short moment, the major's expression changed from relaxed at the beginning to solemn.

Because he discovered a fact that made him extremely uncomfortable, that is, if he only competed in swordsmanship, he would most likely not be a match for the young man in front of him!

But at the same time he also discovered his own advantages.

Although it was somewhat shameful to do so, he could not care less.

Keng!

Abel was about to stab the enemy's lower abdomen with a dagger in his hand, but he saw the opponent's long sword falling down and taking his head directly.

As the saying goes, an inch longer means an inch stronger, and an inch shorter means an inch more dangerous.

Assuming the speeds are similar, the result will inevitably be that the opponent's long sword will hit you first.

So instinctively, Abel immediately retracted his dagger and barely blocked the opponent's powerful blow.

Because he was in a hurry to defend, he failed to relieve the force properly and couldn't help but take a step back.

This retreat completely lost the initiative!

The major relied on his adult physical advantage, long arms and long sword, to control the distance and constantly force Abel to defend himself.

Although this approach may seem like bullying the weak, it is very effective.

Moreover, this is on the battlefield. Once we have picked up weapons, there is no distinction between adults and children.

Abel was not angry either. He just defended calmly, and then suddenly swung out a flying slash.

Shura Aurora Slash!

Because the timing of the release was too abrupt, the major, although he had been on guard against this move, was unable to completely dodge it in the end, resulting in a deep wound on his left arm that could be seen to the bone.

The muscles on the major's face twitched for a moment, then he endured the pain and chopped down again.

However, this time, Abel did not dodge or parry as usual. Instead, his left hand inexplicably grasped the blade of the dagger, as if using it as a scabbard, and performed a sword-drawing slash!

puff!

At the last moment, Abel's head tilted to the side, and the long knife cut directly into his shoulder and got stuck in the bone.

Fortunately, the gourmet cells in his body have completed two evolutions, greatly enhancing the density of his bones, otherwise he might have been split in half.

In contrast, the result of his choice of exchanging injury for injury seemed unsatisfactory.

The dagger in his hand only left a shallow wound on the opponent's lower abdomen.

"You are too impatient. However, you have such strength at such a young age. You are indeed qualified to be proud of yourself. What a pity..."

The major, who thought he had already won, couldn't help but smile a winner, and pretended to feel sorry for Abel in order to maintain his own image, just like he did to Senior before!

Although he admitted that Senior was a real man, he would not give up the chance to chop him from behind.

To put it bluntly, the words of praise of "real man" are more like the winner's pity and charity to the loser.

And it is the same at this moment.

But Abel was ready to tear up the other party's crappy script!

Chapter 114 Oh, Justice

"What a pity? It's a pity. It's a pity that you're dying."

Abel replied with disdain, then he put the blade on his shoulder and charged at the opponent again.

The major didn't expect Abel to suddenly become so reckless. Although he held down the long sword in his hand, he couldn't stop him from moving forward.

You have to know that the sound of a knife cutting through bones is so painful that it is unbearable just to hear it!

But Abel seemed to be unaffected at all. He stepped forward expressionlessly and stabbed out with his dagger!

Because in the White Walker state, the sense of pain is reduced by 90%.

Nine out of ten are gone, leaving only one point, so naturally I don’t feel much.

Seeing this, the major quickly put away his knife and stepped back, then attacked again, trying to use the same trick again.

But Abel seemed like a different person. He did not dodge or evade the attacks. He ignored them as long as they were not fatal. He started to exchange injuries with them like a madman.

If you get stabbed, stab yourself back!

If you can't kill me, I'll kill you!

The ferocity was so terrifying that the major, who soon had several bloody holes and wounds on his body, was a little shocked.

Obviously, he was the one who had the advantage every time, but he couldn't help but feel a little fear towards the little kid in front of him!

Because he could see that the little devil was not trying to scare him, he just wanted to see who would give up first and fall down first.

"If we keep fighting like this, I will definitely win! Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

Perhaps it was the slight fear in his heart that made the major a little angry and embarrassed, so he lost his mind and stared at Abel, ready to fight to the end.

After all, the wounds left on Abel's body were much more serious in comparison.

But suddenly he began to feel unbearable and severe pain all over his body. The pain even distorted his face and deformed his attacking movements.

Taking this opportunity, Abel directly swung away the long knife in the opponent's hand, and then quickly withdrew.

"It's time to get going."

Abel shook off the blood stains on the dagger. There was both his blood and the opponent's blood.

The poison of the plague has spread throughout the opponent's body through the wound.

This also means that the outcome was already determined when Abel first injured the opponent.

The reason why he was willing to fight with the opponent to the end was to avoid any variables and to lay the groundwork for possible battles in the future.

"Ahhh! You actually coated your weapon with poison!"

The major cried out in pain, and at the same time, horrifying white spots had appeared all over his skin without him noticing. They were still spreading, and it would not be long before they would all merge into one.

When that time comes, it will be the day of his death!

"Poison? I just smeared my own blood on the weapon."

"It hurts, right? Many people in Frevans were like you now. They experienced endless pain and eventually died."

"So you should feel honored to experience what it feels like when PerkinElmer's disease strikes!"

When Abel, covered in blood and looking like a demon, said these words in a calm tone, many people present were extremely shocked.

Because anyone who is not an idiot can hear what he really wants to express from his words.

Even when many female sailors looked at Abel's terrible appearance again, what was revealed in their eyes was no longer disgust and disdain, but sympathy and pity.

Of course, Abel didn't need any of that.

"Impossible! Frevans has been burned to ashes, and everyone is dead. How could you be from Frevans?!"

"Besides, Perlite Disease is not contagious at all. You can't fool me. Give me the antidote!"

Faced with death, the major had obviously lost his composure and could no longer maintain his previous composure. He was still loudly rebuking and refuting what Abel had just said.

By the time he realized what a fool he had done, it was too late.

Because there are some things that, even if everyone knows it, they cannot be said openly.

Especially as a navy!

Abel immediately revealed an extremely sarcastic smile, "Ha, it turns out that Perkin Elmer disease is not an infectious disease at all."

"Don't you navy men always claim to be righteous?"

"When Frevans was blocked and so many people were left to die, why didn't you stand up and tell everyone the truth like you did just now?"

"When the people of Frefans took up arms and started to resist because they wanted to live, when everyone was slaughtered and their homes were burned down, where were you? Why didn't anyone come to protect them?"

Faced with Abel's questioning, no navy could give him an answer.

"Oh, justice..."

I don’t know how many sailors were left speechless or even ashamed by Abel’s words.

Especially that last sarcastic chuckle, which was really lethal.

The beliefs of many people have been shaken!

In this strange atmosphere, the major still failed to get the so-called "antidote" and died in endless pain.

"I'm sorry, I really don't have the antidote, and I didn't lie to you."

"The original Perlman disease was indeed not contagious, but after I injected other deadly toxins into my body, it seemed to have mutated in some way."

Abel explained it to the dead man, and also to the other members of the family, making up a story for the abilities he had just revealed.

And his current appearance, which is neither human nor ghost, is actually the best evidence.

He had even prepared the witnesses.

Senior, who had helped him buy the toxin, was able to confirm that what he said now was true.

"I am deeply sorry for the tragedy in the white town of Freifans. Our navy learned later that Perkins disease was not contagious, but by then it was too late."

The black-haired, blue-clad female navy officer stepped forward at this time and spoke in a calm tone.

With just a few words, the major's "mistake" was wiped out.

As for whether it is true or not, it is no longer important.

What's important now is to restore morale and not let the reputation of the navy be tarnished, especially since this matter involves the World Government...

"Listen, all navy officers, continue to follow Vice Admiral Tsuru's orders. We must eradicate this cancer of the Don Quixote family today!"

Crane's prestige is naturally unquestionable. In addition, Frevans and the siege of the Don Quixote family are two completely different things and cannot be confused.

So all the navy put aside their previous crazy thoughts, raised their weapons again, and launched an attack again.

Just when Abel killed the major of the naval branch, Mahbais was also killed. He was shot down from the air by the opponent using the Moon Step, and even his shield was shattered.

Having lost his shield, Mahabais crashed into the ground and fainted.

The Don Quixote family has lost another member!

Chapter 115: Let go or die!

The current situation is very unfavorable for the Don Quixote family.

The battle between Doflamingo and Crane has not yet been decided.

The family cadres lost Senio and Mahabais successively. Although their lives were temporarily safe, they could no longer fight.