Save the world from Luffy

Chapter 354 A Victory Not a Victory

This woman has a problem!

absolute!
There was an elusive weirdness hidden under that sweetly smiling face.

It seems to be admiring the fight, once Luffy moves beyond the line set in her heart, this smiling big sister will strike mercilessly.

The knuckles that seem to have no fireworks, the burst of power will never lose to a large-caliber sniper rifle, and the armed domineering has been cultivated to the point where it can be used to fight the enemy. The gun hits the elemental body just right every time.

Luffy was not allowed to resort to shameless long-range strikes, nor was he allowed to fly into the air to dodge, let alone escape. She just wanted to watch the bloody fight like that of a colosseum.

The disregard for life has turned into appreciation for death. This big sister who doesn't know how long she has lived seems to have some unique evil tastes.

【The older you get, the more perverted you become. Since the human world can't satisfy your desires, why don't you go to the heaven to wander around, maybe you can meet some birdmen with wings, it's so much fun to play with. 】

I was complaining like this in my heart, but it seemed better than breaking the rules and starting a 1V2 battle, a 1V1 duel.

Luffy had no choice but to accept that part of his advantage was cut off. It was more comfortable than the two of them going together, but he still had to put in a lot of thought to guard against the spectators who were admiring the fight.

Melee combat is not what Luffy is good at, at least in front of this level of powerhouse, the melee combat foundation learned from Kapna has not been sublimated into his own skills.

Since going to sea, from the actual weapon-colored slashes unleashed, to the thunderous birth of the Zanpakuto's power, to the thunderous roar of the Thunder Fruit, Luffy, who has become accustomed to long-range methods, rarely sharpens his combat skills. Although Physically strong, melee combat is indeed a shortcoming.

The old man in front of him is an assassin who is good at close combat and has superb knife skills. He is best at entanglement at very close range. The scimitar like a snake is extremely sharp. That special ability makes every wound a drag. A heavy burden to deal with.

This other kind of assassin is good at playing with opponents. Watching the prey lose too much blood due to the wounds of different depths, and the vitality of life is stripped away, this manipulative and playful dealing with it, enjoying the feeling of the arrival of death. For him, it is the highest art and the most satisfying enjoyment for him.

Especially today, as the final battle performed by sacrificing all life and burning himself, this special prey made him tremble with joy.

Compared with Luffy, other people are too fragile. They are so fragile that they will become cold corpses within three to five minutes of losing blood. Before they can taste the magnificence of the warmth that sprinkles the earth, the prey will fall down unbearably.

But this little monster
A distorted smile appeared, and a deep cut was cut on the tongue licking the blade, tasted the taste of his decaying blood, and the strange flush rose again.

"You are mine, perfect prey"

"Thank you very much for allowing me to fulfill the extravagant dream I have never had in this life at the last moment. I will die without regrets."

On Luffy's back, there was an extremely long scar across his shoulders to his waist, and the gushing blood had already made the land in the port a bit viscous.

The constant infusion of life force forcibly maintained the collapse of the body, and the blood of a dozen or more people has been sprayed out, even the most stinky slaughterhouse can't compare to this place.

"You're so disgusting. Why don't you just die? You're going to burp your butt anyway. You'll die early and be born again."

Taking advantage of the short interval, Luffy cut off his left arm with a knife, and there was still an indelible scar on the new body, which was exactly the same as the broken left hand. It was cut by the magic sword with the highest level of serious injury buff, and it was difficult to heal the wound by any recovery method, and even regeneration could only be slightly suppressed.

"Hehehe, why are young people so angry? It's not worth it to be angry with me, an old man who is dying."

"I'm curious."

The strange figure turned into several phantoms, the extremely tricky knife light was accompanied by the splash of blood, and there were few intact parts of the prey in front of him.

"You are very special, and you excite me very much. No matter how strong you are, when you are hurt by me, the only thing waiting for him is death."

"I'm dying, so, before I die, let me see the magnificent beauty that the moving glory is extinguished, please."

The old man stopped, sheathed his scimitar, then clasped his hands together and prayed devoutly.

"I've heard of the fruit of the operation, right? I know you know Luo."

Two rays of light shot out from his slightly closed eyes.

"Then you should be familiar with this too."

"pat~"

The old man snapped his fingers.

"Superman is the fruit of trauma, a wound that will never heal."

"This is the real thing! ROOM Slaughterhouse!"

The spherical barrier was stretched, and the scimitar was unsheathed again.

"I don't know how much blood you can shed"

The space that is exactly the same as the fruit of the operation also has the same ability.

Luo can complete arbitrary cutting and splicing of objects in this space. This is the highest operating room built by the fruits of surgery.

And the space created by the fruit of trauma has inherited all the abilities of the fruit of surgery, with only one difference.

The root of the operation fruit is to save people, although it can kill people, but his essence is not like this.

The false name of the slaughterhouse can be fully interpreted in the space at this moment.

Using the power of the fruit will quickly consume physical strength, especially the space movement. When Luo transported the children in the ROOM slaughterhouse that covered most of the island, he almost exhausted himself. He was a young man with great energy.

As an old man whose life was about to burn to the end, he couldn't support long-term teleportation. On the eve of his premonition that he was going to die, he finally launched the final ultimate move.

"You can't kill me."

The vitality of 12 miscellaneous fish was collected in the fishman island. Although it is miscellaneous fish, the total amount is astonishingly high. Continuous teleportation and slashing will make flesh and blood splatter. It should not be an exaggeration to say that it is the ultimate haste. In a small space, the old man's speed has reached the extreme that it is difficult to react.

Regeneration beyond the limit has reached the point of inhumanity, so what about wounds that cannot heal, abandon the body, regenerate the broken body, and fight the permanent injury with new life, not to mention 12 pigs, even [-] meat pigs Well, killing head to head with this machete is not something that can be done in a short while.

The blood has filled all the horizons, and waving the spiral sword, the slashes that are denser than the squall are being resisted with difficulty. This is the cruelest teacher, teaching Luffy how to turn his own rapidity into Ling Lie's killing move.

Although it was unintentional, what doesn't kill me will only make me stronger after all.

The life force consumed like flowing water not only indicates that Luffy, but also that the fire that burns to the end cannot last for a long time.

"Pity"

The barrier of the slaughterhouse dissipated, and a regretful sigh sounded.

"Who made me a monster?"

The shaved left arm grabbed the old body, and the spiral gun pierced through the heart that gradually stopped beating.

This is not a victory, but a winner is finally produced.

"There are really enough monsters in this world."

The lifeless body was abandoned, and outside the dissipated barrier was a hell filled with wailing souls.

The gate of the underworld has been opened, and the icy coldness of the underworld that devours all life vitality surges out of it. The several soul giants that appeared before dispersed, only a huge figure with disheveled hair and a materialized soul armor howled angrily.

The heavy fists smashed on the projection of the gate of the underworld one after another, and the collision between the soul and the underworld burst out fireworks tainted with death, which were pale cold flames.

"The man escaped with the woman."

A piece of the swordsman's ghost armor was missing, and the continuously flowing ghost energy surged, slowly repairing the scars on the armor.

"Then, go back."

Looking at Brook who was being pulled away by Sauron with a rope, the skeleton exuding the breath of death that no one should enter could no longer fight at this time.

"But your injury"

Before the swordsman could finish his words, the human figure that was already bleeding out like a spring of blood leaned on his shoulder wearily, as if he was snoring.

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