One Piece: One Hundred Ghosts at Night

The quaint dojo of the past has now been reduced to ruins.

On top of the ruins, two figures loomed in the ashes.

A tall figure stood erect on the ruins, holding a long knife in his right hand. A figure hunched over, squatting half-crouched, teetering on the edge of collapse. Only the knife in his hand could keep him from falling to the ground.

After a while, the ashes slowly dispersed, and the figure gradually became clear.

The middle-aged man looked at the squatting old man and said with a playful smile,

"Father, is that my little junior brother?"

"You are really filial, much better than the unfilial son like me."

"So, I can rest assured that there will always be someone to take care of you in hell, so that you won't be too lonely. Goodbye, father."

After saying that, he raised his long sword as if to chop.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man felt a lifelong chill in his body.

There was no time to think about the reason, and he quickly retreated backwards.

Immediately afterwards, a strange knife suddenly appeared where the middle-aged man was standing.

As the sword appeared, it was followed by a slender figure wearing a gray feather fabric. It was none other than Lu Liang, who had just received a slash from the middle-aged man.

Lu Liang appeared where the middle-aged man was standing. He looked at Hongji in his hand. He could only sigh regretfully for not cutting the middle-aged man. Then he looked at the middle-aged man and said to him,

"Hey, don't get me wrong. I'm not that filial. I still want to go to hell with a bad old man. But if the old man is down there alone, it really won't work if there's no one to take care of him."

Speaking of this, Lu Liang looked at the middle-aged man with evil intentions, showed a little evil smile, and then said,

"Why don't you let me send you down to get ready? When the old man can't stand it anymore, I will go down to find you."

After speaking, Lu Liang nodded with satisfaction, as if he appreciated his idea.

"You are the one he chose to inherit the Shiyu Cangyan style. You can take my blow and control Hong Ji freely. It seems that he is not blind yet."

Facing Lu Liang's ridicule, the middle-aged man not only did not get angry, but seemed to appreciate Lu Liang very much.

"Kid, what do you think? With your talent, you shouldn't tie yourself to this false "strongest sword". Follow me and I will polish you into the best sword."

The middle-aged man stretched out his left hand and invited Lu Liang.

At the same time, he looked at Lu Liang with bright eyes.

It has to be said that the middle-aged man's heart was moved, just like when the old man saw Lu Liang unconscious on the raft.

Perhaps even Lu Liang himself doesn't know that he has a talent that makes countless swordsmen and great swordsmen in the world jealous.

For the talent of the sword.

Regardless of the structure of the body's muscles, the structure of the bones, it is not an exaggeration to say that the entire body is made for the sword.

For others, practicing swordsmanship requires years and months of hard training, but for Lu Liang, apart from his physical fitness and understanding of the way of the sword, nothing can hinder Lu Liang from attacking the strongest swordsman. .

If you must compare, take a certain road-crazy green algae-headed swordsman who has not yet been born.

As a swordsman who is jokingly called "the author's son" by readers, his talent, will, and diligence are all top-notch.

So for Lu Liang, willpower and hard work may just be excellence, but in terms of talent, it can be called a god's talent.

Hong Ji, a murderous sword that originally hurt others and herself, voluntarily became Lu Liang's property. Even after being used as a decoration by Lu Liang for the past three years, there was no change at all.

This is the side manifestation of Lu Liang's talent.

It’s no wonder that the middle-aged man was attracted by such a talent. This is like the future leader of the "Isshin Gym" seeing Zoro for the first time.

Facing the middle-aged man's invitation, Lu Liang could only look at him strangely, and then turned to look at the old man. At this time, he only had one thought in his mind:

"Should I say that he really deserves to be a father and son?"

Looking at the middle-aged man who was originally shouting to fight, Lu Liang responded to his invitation with a dumbfounded expression. ,

"I reject."

Hearing Lu Liang reject his invitation, the middle-aged man's face turned slightly ugly, but he still asked without giving up,

"why."

"Of course the "Shiyu Cang Yan Style" I practice is obviously the strongest swordsmanship school. Why should I follow you?"

"The most powerful sword is just a lie. Don't you understand?"

Hearing the middle-aged man's question, Lu Liang looked at the middle-aged man impatiently.

"Annoying guy, what I think is the strongest is my business. Since I think "Shi Yu Cang Yan Ryu" is the strongest, then it is the strongest."

There was strong confidence in his words.

Having said this, Lu Liang no longer planned to talk nonsense with this middle-aged man.

As soon as Lu Liang finished speaking, he rushed towards the middle-aged man at lightning speed.

"clang"

The two knives collided with each other, and then Lu Liang waved Hong Ji at an extremely fast speed.

For a time, the incessant sound of weapons clashing could be heard.

The two people fighting together were constantly anxious about each other, and the sword lights and shadows turned into countless afterimages, which was evident from the speed of their sword swings.

In the process of continuous attack, Lu Liang alternately used the attack patterns of the three styles of "Shi Yu Cang Yan Flow": May Rain, Liu Ke Rain, and Xiao Tu Rain.

Sometimes Wuyue Yu alternately switches attack lines and methods with his left and right hands, making the middle-aged man tired of coping. When a flaw appears, he turns to Liu Keyu and uses any part of his body to knock out the knife and stab the middle-aged man.

When the middle-aged man either dodged or knocked away Hong Ji, he recovered Hong Ji at an extremely fast speed. Then Xiao Tuyu rushed towards the middle-aged man at high speed with a knife in his backhand and struck out with a fatal blow.

The whole process went smoothly without any pause, just like it should be.

The high-intensity battle lasted for five minutes.

Then it ended with a touch of bright red color.

The two of them took a few steps away and looked at each other.

"Kid, I underestimated you."

The middle-aged man who had always looked like he had a winning chance showed signs of fatigue for the first time. Apparently, even he still felt tired after the five-minute high-intensity battle.

Not only that, but at some point, a bloodstain appeared on the middle-aged man's face that had been shaken for years.

Undoubtedly, the bright red just now came from the middle-aged man's face.

Lu Liang, on the other hand, was looking at the middle-aged man with a calm face. The scarlet blade pattern on the demon sword he clenched in his right hand seemed to be slowly dancing, as if he was attracted by the taste of blood. The suppressed ferocity was mobilized.