However, this was also normal. Although swordsmen did not have a strong physique like those who purely cultivated physical skills, they were definitely not weak. Otherwise, how could they slash out Sword Ripple? The reason was that swinging the sword was also a way to train the body. Especially when one focused their attention and continuously swung the sword, it would bring a great burden to the body.
"How tiring!" Chen Feng lay on the ground, breathing heavily, as if he wanted to vomit out his fatigue.
However, although he was exhausted, Chen Feng still had a smile on his face. Exhaustion had been exchanged for strength. This was something that he could only be happy about.
There was indeed a world of difference between having someone teach him and fumbling around alone. Although it was only a day, Chen Feng could feel the obvious improvement in his strength.
This improvement was not in terms of strength, but in terms of combat. He could feel that if he used his sword to attack now, he would definitely not rely on brute force like during the day. Instead, he could unleash the true use of the sword.
"Dolphin Mingco, one of the Seven Seas of Martial Kings, a powerhouse second only to the Great Generals! I'm still too far away!" Chen Feng muttered as he looked at the ceiling of the prison cell.
When the middle-aged man was teaching him, he also told him who he was going to kill. It was Dresrosa's controller, Doflemingo.
The reason was simple. The middle-aged man was a sword master who had trained his sword in the new world. When he came to Dresrosa, he was told that the middle-aged man was a sword master and wanted to take him in as his subordinate. However, the middle-aged man was unwilling and was severely injured by Doframingo and imprisoned.
The reason why Doflemingo didn't kill the middle-aged man was that he wanted to intimidate the outside world and let people know that those who refused him, even if they were sword heroes, could only wait for death in the prison.
Chen Feng's current strength was obviously far from that of Doflemingo, who was considered a powerhouse even in the Sea of Seven Martial Arts. However, this did not make Chen Feng lose confidence.
Sitting in a corner, Chen Feng cultivated the Saint Weapon Refining Method. As he felt the night fall, the formless starlight entered his body to eliminate his fatigue and injuries, tempering his body. Chen Feng's heart was as calm as water.
"Only with pressure can there be motivation. In this world, Dominguez's strength comes from a famous master. Now, my goal is to defeat Dominguez and make myself stronger!”Chen Feng thought to himself.
- Dividing Line!
A month passed in the blink of an eye. In the prison cell, Chen Feng held the famous saber Blood Rain with both hands and continuously waved it, practicing his sword technique.
Chi chi chi ~!
Every time Chen Feng slashed, the blade would cut through the air, creating a sound of air being cut and creating a gust of air.
"998! 999! A thousand!" Chen Feng silently counted the number of times he swung his saber. Drops of sweat trickled down his forehead and dripped onto the ground.
Whoosh! When he counted to 1,000, Chen Feng withdrew his saber and slowly returned it to its sheath. He then let out a breath of turbid air.
"Waving the saber a thousand times to warm up is enough. We still have to go on stage later, so we can't waste too much physical strength!”Chen Feng's left hand held the blood rain that was sheathed in the scabbard and calmly sat on the ground to rest.
A month might not be a long time for others, but it was extremely long for Chen Feng.
A month ago, after Chen Feng's first battle in the arena, he would go on stage almost every two to three days. In a month, Chen Feng went on stage a total of twelve times and killed twelve people at the same time.
Although the bullfighting arena did not have a rule that said one had to kill the opponent to win, it was almost impossible to hold back in a life and death battle. Once a battle broke out, it was almost impossible for one to survive.
Chen Feng had been living on the edge of life and death for a month. At the same time, he had also survived by killing people.
If not for Chen Feng's frenzied cultivation, his strength would be stronger than before after every battle. He would probably have been killed by stronger and stronger opponents.
However, there was a return to his efforts. In this month, although Chen Feng had almost died, his strength had increased greatly compared to a month ago under the dual tempering of battle and cultivation. It could even be said that there was a difference between heaven and earth.
If Chen Feng's physical fitness was two times that of an ordinary person a month ago, then his current physical fitness was ten times that of before. If converted to Dao power, it would be one hundred.
As for Sword Principle, Chen Feng had completely mastered the basics of Sword Principle. With his current physique, he could even use Sword Principle to slash out Sword Ripple three times in a row. However, after three times, Chen Feng would be unable to use Sword Ripple due to his stamina being greatly depleted.
As for the powerful sword moves, because the time was too short, the middle-aged man did not have time to teach them and died.
Now that Chen Feng's physique possessed 100 Dao Power and was able to slash out Sword Ripples, he could be considered to have some self-preservation strength. In the weak Four Seas, he could even be considered an expert.
"As expected, battle is the best way to stimulate one's potential. Although I have special guidance and hard training in this month, I have been able to grow so quickly because of this period of life and death battles!”Chen Feng thought to himself as he felt his current strength.
However, when he thought of his experiences and battles over the past month, Chen Feng glanced at the empty prison cell and could not help but tighten his grip on Sanguine Rain.
After a week, the middle-aged man finally could not suppress the internal injuries caused by the heavy injury of Doflemingo. He kept vomiting blood and swallowed his last breath unwillingly. Even until he died, the middle-aged man did not tell Chen Feng his name. He only asked Chen Feng to kill Doflemingo at the last moment of his death.
The death of the middle-aged man also made Chen Feng very sad, but it also made him even more determined to become an expert so that he would not die with hatred.
Chen Feng's eyes flashed with coldness as he held onto Xue Yu. The middle-aged man had died. When the soldiers here took away the middle-aged man's body, they had originally wanted to take Xue Yu with them. After all, prisoner sword fighters were not allowed to bring weapons on stage.
However, Chen Feng had long fallen in love with Sanguine Rain after cultivating his sword techniques for the past month. He also knew the benefits of Sanguine Rain for cultivating his sword techniques, so how could he allow Sanguine Rain to be taken away? After forcefully injuring the soldier who wanted to snatch Sanguine Rain away and displaying his strength, Sanguine Rain was kept by Chen Feng.
"As expected, the strong are respected in this world. If it wasn't for the fact that my strength had increased during this period of time, Sanguine Rain would have been snatched away by the other party long ago.”After what happened yesterday, Chen Feng was even more determined to become stronger.
"Now that I have a sufficient foundation in swordsmanship, I don't have any sword moves. Since the middle-aged man has left, it seems that I can only rely on myself!”Chen Feng's eyes flickered as he analyzed his current situation while resting.
The Sword Dao in One Piece's world was definitely a powerful force, but it was also necessary to fully unleash this power. However, Chen Feng had no one to teach him now, so he could only discover it himself.
When he thought of sword techniques, Chen Feng naturally had some understanding of them. Not to mention the various powerful sword techniques he had seen when he watched One Piece's anime on Earth, there were countless sword techniques he had seen on television.
However, he had only seen these things before. Chen Feng had no idea how to learn them.
However, this did not hinder Chen Feng's understanding of sword techniques. Although he did not have any sword techniques, he knew that sword techniques could not be separated from speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness. There were three key points.
With Chen Feng's current foundation in swordsmanship and the life-and-death battles he had been through, he could already achieve these two key points. Now, the only thing left was speed.
As the saying went, speed was the only thing that could not be broken in all martial arts. When one's speed reached an extreme, it would not be inferior to any sword technique.
" Looks like I'll have to find a way to increase my sword wielding speed in my next cultivation. I remember that in my previous life, the main character in the anime Ronin Kenshin relied on his godlike sword drawing technique to defeat countless powerful enemies. If I can also cultivate godlike sword drawing technique and combine it with the power of Kendo in this world, my strength will definitely increase greatly!”Chen Feng thought to himself.
Just as Feng was thinking about cultivating the saber drawing technique, time continued to pass, and it was time for him to go on stage today.
Under the lead of the soldiers, Chen Feng calmly walked out after the iron gate was opened. He walked all the way to the arena. As for the weapon, he did not choose it like before. Instead, he held Sanguine Rain. He was already very familiar with all of this.
"Haha! Was this battle the silver-haired Chen Feng? This time, I'm going to bet a million on him!”
"I want to bet 2 million on him too!”
Just as Chen Feng walked onto the stage, the audience burst into excited cheers.
Chen Feng was no longer a stranger to them when he first went up on stage. After winning twelve arena battles, these rich people and nobles had a sufficient understanding of Chen Feng. They knew that this 16-year-old pirate in front of them was quite powerful.
Under the cheers of the audience, there was a tall man on the stage. He was dressed like a Native American. He had two stripes on his face and a western sword hanging from his waist.
If anyone who knew him saw this tall man, they would definitely exclaim that Diamandi, one of the Top Operatives of the Don Jacques Family, had actually appeared here.
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