Pirate: The Strongest Dragon Man

The next day, Ersindic came to the stone platform of the sacred tree again. The iron pile standing on the stone platform was still the iron pile from yesterday, but now the iron pile was covered with slash marks, but it was still not cut off, and its Aoli also showed Ersendik's failure yesterday. As for the mission that could not be completed, Essendik regarded it as a failure.

Ersindic started today's slashing training again. Compared with yesterday's sparks flying, today's first slash showed almost no fire, but there was still an obvious impact sound.

Continue to chop at the iron pile, adjust your breathing, and look for a feeling. The knife comes out, collides, and the blade embeds the iron pile, but it cannot make any progress.But Ersindik still found that feeling, the feeling of cutting through steel.

Instead of continuing to chop down the iron stakes, Essendik faced the sacred tree Adam to rest and adjust himself.Sweat evaporates, breathing becomes steady, and the mind becomes clear and peaceful.

Standing up again, he came to the center of the training platform. Essendik activated his fruit ability. Purple smoke filled the whole body and sank. The evil ghost figure was condensed in front of Essendik again. This time the condensation was much faster than the first time. few.

The blade of the sword was successfully condensed, and a sword light flashed through. This time Ersindik raised his sword to block, and Bai Zhan collided with the shadow figure. There was a sound of gold and iron clashing. It seemed that the shadow figure was very rich, and the condensed shadow blade was even more powerful. Ersindik's White Slash is just the same.

Essendik exerted his strength suddenly, forced the figure back, and raised his sword to chop.The shadow has the same strength, speed, and stamina as Erthindik. Perhaps the shadow can last longer.Therefore, Ersindic can only defeat the shadow in terms of skills. What an incredible thing. With progress in the battle, there is indeed a moment of great opportunity between life and death.

The battle continued, sword blades collided, sparks flew, and the two figures continued to collide.

Under the sacred tree Adam opposite, the Five Old Stars sit in a row meditating, drinking tea, and watching the battle on the stone platform.

"It's such a terrible fruit. I have to work so hard every day. There is no hope." St. William said. He once rejected the fruit's ability. What he believed in was his body and his domineering power.

"If such a battle can be successful three thousand times, it is hard to imagine what kind of strength he will have by then. It is really a terrifying fruit." Saint Peterinan said, as a martial arts master, he I know that it is incredible to be able to defeat myself every day with sudden technical inspiration like Ersindic. As far as Saint Peterinan is concerned, it is great luck to be able to defeat himself once.

"I hope he can succeed, three thousand times, and he must be in the best condition to fight every day. It seems that this kid consumes a lot of Adam tree sap?" St. Fordus Ross said with a smile.

"As long as he is alive, he will always have the sap of the Adam tree to use." Saint Mohanda said. He didn't care about the sap of the Adam tree. He wanted to know whether Essendik could reach the end, the devil who once rejected him. What is the power of the fruit, and how does it compare to the first generation Onikiri in my hand?

"He'll survive today," St. William said. "I'll teach him domineering skills tomorrow." After saying that, he closed his eyes and meditated.

"If you want to win, I wonder what he can gain by killing the shadow?" Saint Nicholas said. He felt that killing the shadow would definitely be effective.

On the stone platform, Ersindik's breathing was a little rapid. He was fighting an equally matched opponent. Every move and every move was done with all his strength and he could not be careless.There was another sword fight, the two retreated, Essendik held his breath, stepped forward and charged, slashing with his sword, his movements were agile, and the sword blades collided.When the shadow hit, the shadow blade of the shadow broke, and Ersindik beheaded the shadow with a single blow.

The purple energy of the shadow dissipated and returned to Essendik.This time Ersindik felt his body.It is indeed different. His body seems to have become twice as strong. No, this is only temporary. Until the next time the shadow body gathers the power to fight again, Ershidik summons the shadow body. After defeating the shadow body again, Ersindik will still have strengthen.This kind of strengthening is almost permanent, because if the battle is defeated, there will be no Erthindik.

Before Essendik could think too much, a voice came over.

"Saint Ersindic, what abilities did you gain after defeating the shadow?" St. Nicholas asked.

"Strengthen your body until you defeat the shadow body next time. After the power of the shadow body is condensed, you will summon the shadow body and defeat the shadow body. Maintain the strengthening of the body." Ersindik said vaguely.

For these old men, Essendik only expressed awe for their strength and status. The strong do not need the so-called status, power, and money. They only need to hold the sword in their hands. But Essendik does not think that he is now He is a strong man. He is just a well longing for water. He has two ways to go. Beg God for mercy and rain. The other way is to desperately extend downward, deepen his depth, expand his well mouth, and go Find the water source below and fill yourself up.

Ignoring the old man anymore, Essendik began to return to the training of cutting iron stakes. In the battle with him just now, Essendik relied on a flash of feeling to cut off the shadow blade and kill him. shadow.

Ersendik slashed with his sword, and the iron pile flew up with a bang. Ersendik cut off the iron pile for the first time, and the corners of his mouth raised. It was this feeling of becoming stronger that was intoxicating, fascinating, and impossible to extricate himself from.

The training of chopping iron stakes continued, and the goal was to cut through the wooden stakes silently, just like when he used the white sword to chop down wooden stakes.

At the end of a day's training, the body is doubled and strengthened during training. Compared with the previous one, this is equivalent to twice the training progress.

Ersindic went to the medicinal bath. The most indispensable thing every day was the medicinal bath. There was no way around it. The high-intensity training and a life-and-death showdown every day were extremely terrible for physical and mental consumption.Without the medicinal bath of Adam tree sap, no one can guarantee that he can maintain the best condition every day to face the evil ghost.Therefore, only the Celestial Dragons living under the Holy Tree Adam can truly possess this Devil Fruit.

While Ersendik was challenging the shadow, training, and taking medicinal baths, the three Boya sisters at home stayed in the bathroom.

Boya Hancock looked at his smooth back in the mirror, crying and laughing sometimes.The three little sisters caressed the smooth skin on each other's backs.

Boya Hancock looked at his back. His white back had no trace of his ears. He had really washed away the mark of slavery and became a real, free person.Looking at the white back, Boya Hancock thought of the boy's figure again, thinking of the cold and handsome face, the cold eyes, the cold and proud back, the coldest figure, which really warmed her heart.

A warm tear slipped from the corner of Hancock's eye, and he was saved, the real salvation.

"Sister, do you really want to stay here?" Boya Marigold asked.

"Well, I'll stay here to serve you, sir." Hancock said, willing to become Ersindik's maid.

"Sister, I'll stay with you."

"No." Hancock said without any doubt, "You should leave here. You have devil fruit abilities. Be careful and you can survive. I want to stay here." When he said the last words, Hancock said again He looked at his back.

The two little girls knew that they had no ability to resist. They were grateful but even more afraid of the cold boy.