The Pirate Incarnate as Thunder

Chapter 606 The chaos ends [-]

Ghost Island, the central battlefield.

"3, 4"

"Boom, boom"

"The birth of a king?"

Koushiro, who had captured Hawkeye's domineering killing power, said to himself with a solemn expression that this outcome was probably something no one had expected.

Even he himself was the same. A few months ago, the young man named "Jorah Kormihawk" was still a rising star who had just touched the path of swordsmanship in his eyes, but now he has transformed into an unrivaled one. King of Swords.

This rate of progress is simply astonishing. Throughout the history of Wano, there is only one person who can compare with it, and that is his ancestor "Ryuma Samurai" Ryoma has been extremely talented in swordsmanship since he was a child. Whenever he competes with others, even if he uses The same moves will be much more powerful.

As an adult, Ryoma competed with various swordsmen in the Wano Kingdom, and won and failed, but each time he made amazing progress. The only difference between the two is that one slays a dragon and the other slays a snake. They are both equally domineering.

"5, 6, 7"

"Pathetic weakling, it's over"

"Be careful"

The moment the strange shadow lifted up from the ground, Koushiro couldn't help but remind him what kind of ability this was.

They were eight twisted black shadows that enveloped the eagle's eyes and distorted all external light. The energy revealed in them was full of malice, resentment, and evil. It seemed that all the malice in the world was concentrated there. Within that dark cage.

Just being outside makes Koushiro chill and tremble. Should he go and help?

"Do not."

Koushiro, who quickly rejected his idea, chose to stay in place motionless. Due to Mihawk's domineering nature, even if he came to save him, he might be regarded as an enemy who disturbed his fight, and he would attack him with a sword.

"Uh-huh, uh-huh"

Even if there is only one solitary head left, even if the other seven severed heads are dripping with blood and the flesh is rotten, as soon as he succeeds, the black charcoal snake laughs wantonly: "How can you, the swordsmen who claim to be orthodox, understand this? Descendants of the Ryoma family who are determined to swallow the world, you have no chance, I am not that fool like Jack."

After sensing that Jack was dead, the black charcoal snake's huge body shrank by more than half at a speed visible to the naked eye, changing from a giant to a body that was about the same height as Whitebeard. Correspondingly, his seven lost heads grew back. The remaining mucus on it exudes a strong egg white smell.

"Yes, Mihawk is still alive."

Koushiro, who witnessed the rebirth of the seven black charcoal snakes, did not take it seriously. Instead, he turned his attention to the deep and dark illusory land. Although he could not sense the situation inside at all, he had an intuition: Mihawk would never do it. Die so easily

"Uh-huh, the legend of Yamata-no-Orochi should be familiar to you who was born and raised here."

The talkative Heotan Orochi looked down at Koushiro, his cold snake eyes filled with absolute confidence.

"A ferocious giant snake that can bring disaster. It has a terrifying appearance with eight heads and eight tails. It feeds on all living creatures and is never satisfied. It is the embodiment of evil."

Koushiro frowned slightly, his pupils suddenly dilated, and he looked at the black area in disbelief: "You absorbed the negative emotions on Onigashima."

"You are so smart, you are worthy of being a descendant of Longma."

The hissing and silent darkness appeared again. Koushiro wanted to move away, but found that his shadow had been entangled with several shadows at some point. No wonder Mihawk didn't hide away.

Without any accident, the black charcoal snake dragged Koushiro into the darkness. After he finished all this, the eight tails disappeared strangely behind him: "It just requires some sacrifices when it is activated."

The difference between the sluggishness of the mind and the only remaining original snake head is so obvious that one can see the difference at a glance. This is the real reason why the Yamata-no-Orochi became the incarnation of evil.

Using emotions as food, swallowing all the darkness, and then returning it to the enemy in the form of blood sacrifice. No one can resist this endless mental torture. Even if they are lucky enough to survive, they will become a mindless walking zombie.

"You bastard, stop looking down on me."

"You said I am weak, how can you fight when my sword is broken?"

"Weren't you very arrogant before? The eyes were good, but the strength was a bit lacking."

"It's too early for you to reach the realm of swordsman"

As Hawkeye walked in the boundless darkness, one after another ferocious shadows appeared in front of his eyes. They were grinning ferociously, baring their teeth and claws, with fire in their eyes. They kept moving back and forth on him, over and over again, seemingly endlessly.

Every time he passes through his body, he will think of those powerful enemies who have experienced failure, setbacks, and pain before defeating them. But, so what?

What has happened, what has been suspected, is not important to the present.

"Since you have already died once, then you must die again, Ye, come on"

In the dark space, the eagle eyes with empty hands bloomed with golden light in their sharp pupils.

When the golden cross light came, the eagle eye that held the black sword again casually cut through the twisted black curtain, and was bathed in the sunshine again: "The past belongs to the God of Death, and the future has nothing to do with me. My swordsmanship only lives in There will be no wavering in the moment.”

"how is this possible"

The eight heads of the black charcoal snake were collectively surprised. Before they could digest this "impossible" fact, the darkness and distortion on the other side also disappeared. Koushiro appeared in the sun and smiled happily, with a harmless look on his face: "Thank you so much. Now, many memories that have been blurry have become clear again. I never thought that dead people can be so lively."

"Two monsters vomit"

The black charcoal snake spit out two swords from its body. It turned back into a human body and fled to the temple quickly. He was at his wits' end against these pure swordsmen, and there was no benefit in continuing to fight.

"pass it to me."

"Yeah, please."

Koushiro immediately agreed to Hawkeye's request and watched his back go away with a smile. He once again clearly remembered the unbearable past, which made him feel both sad and happy.

After all, the family's bushido spirit is not suitable for him. Sometimes if you give up, you may not lose everything and you may also get unexpected surprises.

"Coward, can you escape for the rest of your life?"

"You stinky brat, you don't understand the beauty of this world."

"Beauty is for the living to enjoy. You don't even have the courage to fight. You don't deserve it. The way you run away is so ugly that you are worse than a woman."

"You bastard, say one more thing"

He scoffed at the black charcoal snake that turned sharply and stopped. Veins popped out on its big face, and its ferocious look was beyond words.

"Farewell Nightcrow Hunting."

"Double flow"

A dark shadow flashed past, and the black charcoal snake froze in place without even having time to unsheath his sword. At the last moment of his life, what he thought of was: This guy has become stronger again.

"No, you have become weak. There is no king in this world who can escape."

Hawkeye inserted the black knife back into his back and left without looking back. A thin line of blood cut the black charcoal snake into two evenly from the beginning to the end.

At the ruins around the corner, Hawkeye glanced at the ANBU hidden behind the wall: "Tell Reg to forget it, wait until he survives."

The ANBU member remained motionless until Hawkeye's figure disappeared, then he collapsed to the ground with a sigh of relief. The opponent's aura was so terrifying, his whole body was like a sharp sword rising to the sky, making it impossible for anyone to think of any resistance.