Ghost of the Pirate

Another top-notch combat power at the lieutenant level.

"Wang Zhi, former member of the Rocks Pirates, do you really want to wade into this muddy water?"

Wang Zhi, who was drinking and eating meat, paused.

"You know me."

"Of course, you survived the battle in the Valley of the Gods ten years ago. I thought you would hide your name, but I didn't expect to meet you here."

Wang Zhi's originally relaxed and contented expression slowly retracted.

He put down the jug in his hand, knowing that since the other party knew his details, but still had the courage to face him, his strength must not be weak.

"Well, it seems that this time it is a loss-making business. But I have a principle, as long as I do business, no matter whether it is a profit or a loss, I will continue to do it until it is done." Wang Zhi said with a straight face. Said angrily.

Seeing that he had no intention of quitting, Zhang Tianming didn't bother to start the fight anymore.

Quietly, the Death Scythe appeared in Zhang Tianming's hands. With a touch of his feet, the hard marble bricks instantly shattered, and his whole body shot out.

He raised the death scythe, the sharp blade shone with a faint green light, and slashed at Wang Zhi suddenly.

Wang Zhi looked at Zhang Tianming who was attacking, and smiled, his body was immediately covered by armed domineering.

When a death sickle slashed on his body, but with the armed domineering and armor protection on his body, the blow did not hurt him.

That Wang Zhi also took advantage of the situation and threw the wine bottle in his hand towards Zhang Tianming's face, Zhang Tianming avoided the wine bottle with his head.

Just when he was about to fight back, he saw that Wang Zhi's arm sank down and hit his shoulder, and then pressed down with all his strength.

Zhang Tianming was half-kneeled on the ground under the pressure of this huge force. Fortunately, he used the death scythe to support his body in time, otherwise he would have been crushed directly to the ground.

The two of them used a move in an instant, but Zhang Tianming's overall combat power was still a bit weaker, and he was directly suppressed by the big pirate Wang Zhi.

He struggled with all his strength, but still couldn't escape Wang Zhi's oppression.

"Hey, boy, although your strength is good, it is wishful thinking if you want to find a bargain in my hands."

"Hmph." Zhang Tianming snorted coldly and turned on Void, and his body disappeared without a trace in front of Wang Zhi. When he reappeared, he had already appeared at the entrance of the main hall.

"Are you a natural fruit ability user?" Wang Zhi looked at Zhang Tian who disappeared and reappeared, with an extremely unhappy expression on his face.

"Even so, you won't be able to escape my grasp today." Then Wang Zhi moved his feet, swaying his figure like a giant bear, and quickly rushed towards Zhang Tianming.

Although Wang Zhi was huge, his speed was not slow at all, and he was in front of Zhang Tianming in the blink of an eye.

And Zhang Tianming had already made preparations. When Wang Zhi rushed in front of him, the death scythe was fully charged, and a move of the death flame slashed out, slashing at Wang Zhi with astonishing sharpness.

The distance between the two was too close, and it was too late for Wang Zhi to dodge at this time. Seeing this, he crossed his arms in front of him, trying to block Zhang Tianming's fierce blow with his iron arms. .

The moment Death God Flame Slash collided with his arm, a violent explosion occurred.

Wang Zhi's body like a giant bear was sent flying, smashing through the wall of the hall and flying outside.

Zhang Tianming cast a ghostly figure, followed Wang Zhi who flew upside down like a shadow, and kept slashing with the death scythe in his hand.

Zhang Tianming understood the principle of taking advantage of his illness to take his life, so the death scythe slashed at Wang Zhi's body without hesitation.

No matter how powerful Wang Zhi's armed domineering spirit was, he couldn't resist Zhang Tianming's continuous slashing attacks, and seven or eight wounds appeared on his body in just a moment.

And the king finally adjusted his figure, and without looking at the wound on his body, he kicked a kick with a sharp angle with his thick right leg.

This kick hit Zhang Tianming's chest, kicking Zhang Tianming flying, interrupting his attack.

His kick was so powerful that he kicked Zhang Tianming several tens of meters away before he stopped.

Zhang Tianming held the death scythe in his left hand, and coughed for a while while covering his chest with his right hand.

Zhang Tianming looked up at Wang Zhi, who was staring at him with blood red eyes.

Wang Zhi had a ferocious smile on his face: "Boy, your strength is really good, and you actually hurt me like this, but that's it, do you know why I was able to escape in the battle of the Valley of Gods? Because I am best at What matters is the legwork."

His feet stopped, his body was as light as flying, and he jumped into the air. His body was like electricity, and his movements were swift, like a fleeting image, and he came to Zhang Tianming in the blink of an eye.

Wang Zhi raised his leg and swept across, like a heavy whip, hitting Zhang Tianming's lower body one after another, each blow was more powerful than the other, forcing Zhang Tianming to retreat again and again.

All of a sudden, Zhang Tianming had no strength to fight back, and was kicked by Wang several times.

Fortunately, Zhang Tianming used his soul energy to prop up a protective shield around his body, otherwise he might have been beaten and disabled at this moment.

Wang Zhi kicked out his legs quickly, as fast as lightning, shooting afterimages one after another, making a whirring sound, and setting off gusts of wind, which made people feel terrified.

Soon Zhang Tianming was forced into a corner by him, Wang Zhi saw the right time, and kicked his chest, Zhang Tianming quickly held the death scythe across to block the fierce kick.

Then Wang Zhi swept across with one leg again, kicking Zhang Tianming flying.

Having been kicked so many times, Zhang Tianming knew in his heart that he was not Wang Zhi's opponent, so he took advantage of his kick to accelerate and fly outwards, taking the opportunity to open the distance.

Wang Zhi looked at Zhang Tianming who was flying upside down, but he didn't press any further, he stood where he was.

"How about the boy? Is my strength okay? Don't think that you are a devil fruit capable person, just think that you are a strong person. The real strong person in this world is much stronger than you landlubbers."

In fact, Wang Zhi looked down on devil fruit ability users from the very beginning, thinking that they are all opportunists, and it is foolish to pin all their strength on devil fruits.

Therefore, for decades, he has been using gymnastics as the basis, studying hard and practicing hard to enhance his own strength.

Feeling the injuries in his body, Zhang Tianming looked at Wang Zhi and said, "You are really unexpected. I thought you were a powerful fighter with your body type, but I didn't expect you to have such powerful legs. Surviving the battle in the Valley of the Gods, there is indeed a way."

"Hahahahahaha, it's too late for you to flatter me now, kid. I said I won't let you go, not to mention you already know my identity, so you must die today."

"It's too early to say this, it's not certain who will win the battle."

Finally, Zhang Tianming took a deep breath, mobilized the soul energy in his body, and poured it into the death sickle in his hand.

The Death Scythe shone with a gray light, and the dark green blade exuded the breath of death.

At this moment, the hairs on Wang Zhi's entire body stood on end, and he felt the approach of death.

Knowing something was wrong, he hurried his feet, and with a bang, a big hole appeared where he was standing.

And he rushed towards Zhang Tianming like a rocket, but his movements were still a step slower.