In the spacious hall, two figures stood opposite each other.
Zhang Yang looked at the figure who was facing him sideways, his eyes filled with surprise.
Although he was still a little immature and looked very young, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, and his signature hairstyle made Zhang Yang recognize him at first glance.
Jorakol. Mihawk!
The future world's greatest sword hero, Hawkeye!
This future number one sword hero whose name would shake the four seas and the great sea route still looked very young.
He looked like he was in his early twenties, but in fact, he might be even younger.
In front of Hawkeye stood a stiff corpse that was only skin and bones.
His pair of dim eyes were lifeless and deathly still.
His clothes had lost their color from being soaked in the sea water. He held a pitch-black, cross-shaped black knife in his hand.
The Supreme Swift Saber Twelve Skills, Black Saber…Night!
Hearing the footsteps behind him, Mihawk frowned and subconsciously glanced over.
Swoosh!
At this moment, the corpse standing opposite him disappeared.
There was only water left on the empty ground!
Clang!
The pitch-black Night Blade and the bright blade collided, sending sparks flying everywhere!
Mihawk's pupils contracted slightly, and the sharp blade in his hand cracked when Black Blade Night touched it.
"What a sharp blade!"
Although his Good Fast Saber was in good condition, it was still inferior to this peak Great Fast Saber, which was at the top of the famous sabers.
Clang!
Frowning, he blocked the black blade from behind!
Clang! Clang! Clang!
In the dim hall, the light produced by the clash of metal weapons flickered.
The dried corpse holding the black blade circled Mihawk at an unimaginable speed, slashing continuously.
His terrifying physical strength seemed to be endless.
"His movements are too stiff, as if he's being controlled by something.”
Zhang Yang shook his head as he looked at the speed of the dried corpse. This guy was completely relying on Black Blade Night's sharpness, speed, and strength to fight.
In terms of how powerful his technique was, it was probably only at the level of an ordinary swordsman.
It seemed powerful, but in fact, as long as it revealed a slight flaw, it would be instantly killed by Mihawk.
At this age, Mihawk already had the strength of a Sword Grandmaster.
Bang!
Mihawk's eyes flashed sharply as he dodged the black blade that swept across his waist.
Puff!
A blue slash cut through the corpse from below, cutting it in half.
"Did we win?"
Mihawk looked at the famous knife in his hand that was already covered in cracks.
This old friend who had accompanied him for more than ten years had already completed his mission.
He looked at Zhang Yang who was standing at the side, looking at him warily. He was dressed in a black suit and had short hair. He had the aura of a high-ranking person.
Mihawk felt a slight pain between his eyebrows. This guy was not an enemy on the same level as the dried corpse he had just killed.
"Don't be happy too early."
Zhang Yang shook his head and reminded Mihawk, who was still on guard against him while bending down to pick up the Black Blade from the ground.
What did he mean?
Mihawk's eyes flashed with doubt. In the next second, his eyes widened and his body quickly retreated.
Swoosh!
The cold black blade cut off a strand of hair from his forehead.
Mihawk's eyes were filled with fear, and his back was already drenched in cold sweat.
The corpse holding the black knife slowly got up from the ground. The two broken pieces of the corpse were pulled back together by a mysterious force.
"What kind of monster is this?"
Mihawk's eyebrows twitched. He was cut into two, but his body could still move freely.
Could it be that this guy couldn't be killed?
"It's just killing a puppet. If you want to completely kill this fellow, you have to first kill the mastermind behind the scenes.”
"The mastermind?"
Mihawk looked at Zhang Yang in confusion.
"How long do you want to hide? A half-dead old man?"
Zhang Yang snorted coldly and stomped on the ground, causing the second floor of the cabin to shatter.
The two of them directly fell into the space of the third level.
"Hehe, I didn't expect you to discover this place. Are pirates so outstanding these days?”
A gloomy laughter echoed in the dark space.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Balls of green light appeared in the surroundings.
Corpses!
What he saw was an entire cabin filled with corpses. Thousands of corpses filled the entire third floor.
The pirate ship was dozens of times larger than a normal large warship, and the interior was filled with corpses.
All kinds of corpses, navy, pirates, ordinary people, rich people…
All the corpses of different occupations and ages stared at the sky numbly.
"Hiss ~"
This hair-raising scene immediately made Mihawk suck in a breath of cold air.
"Should I call you Locks?”
Zhang Yang squinted his eyes and looked at the end of the pile of corpses. There was a throne made of bones.
A tall and thin man sat on a blood-red bone throne with his legs crossed. He supported his chin with his palm and looked at them with interest.
That arrogant and domineering face was exactly the same as the bounty on Locks that Zhang Yang had seen before.
Zhang Yang let out a cold humph. His [Conqueror's Haki] condensed into a dark red tiger. It leaped over the countless corpses and pounced towards the man.
Boom!
A long spear emitting a thick aura of death pierced through the domineering tiger.
The terrifying impact caused the corpse sitting on the throne to fall back.
"A dead guy dares to play tricks!”
"This is the first time I've seen such a powerful Conqueror's Haki.”
A ball of black fog emerged from the fallen corpse and condensed into a similar but blurry figure on the throne.
The figure in the pirate captain's uniform looked at Zhang Yang with interest.
"Is it strange that I look like this? Why am I still alive even though I'm already dead?”
"Not at all."
Zhang Yang rolled his eyes and two ice thrones appeared behind him.
He sat down.
“……”
Locks stared at Zhang Yang for a while, not knowing how to respond.
This guy was poisonous.
"You really don't know how to respect your seniors. I'm the ability user of the Fruit of Death. My body is already dead, but with the death aura on these corpses, I'm living in this world in another way.”
Locks was talking to himself. Obviously, he was a chatterbox villain who liked to tell others about his awesomeness before fighting.
Fruit of Death?
Why did it feel like Brook's Yellow Spring Fruit?
The high-level fruit of the Yellow Spring Fruit?
It should be a kind of Devil Fruit of the Nature Element.
Looking at Locks, who was completely condensed from the aura of death, Zhang Yang's instinct told him that he should not be able to hit it with normal attacks.
"Why are you telling me all this?”
"I can feel that you are very strong, so let's make a deal.”
Locks looked at Zhang Yang and grinned.
"Help me kill people, the more the better. As a reward, I will grant you the power of eternal life!”
"Eternal life? Did you drink too much?"
Zhang Yang sneered. There were many ways to achieve immortality in One Piece's world.
The longevity surgery of the surgical fruit, the lifespan transplant of the Soul Fruit, the mechanical transformation of the body, the ability user of the Netherworld Fruit, and the pure gold that could extend one's lifespan.
If he wanted to live on, there were too many ways.
Did he need someone to give him something like this?
Locks 'expression did not change. He thought that he did not believe him.
"You don't believe me? That was true. After all, this kind of thing was too far-fetched.”
A ball of green energy emerged from the corpses in the air.
"Death and life are closely related. I have the Death Fruit, so I can also turn death into life. This ball of life force can extend your lifespan by 20 years.”
The green Life Force floated in front of Zhang Yang.
"Then you can use this ball of life force to turn me into a dead person anytime, anywhere? Just like that puppet?"
Zhang Yang reached out his dark red palm and crushed the [Power of Life] in front of him.
This thing looked tempting, and in fact, it could indeed increase one's lifespan. However, it was completely a trap.
The consequence of fusing someone else's power into one's body was that with a single thought from the other party, one would become a puppet controlled by someone else.
Locks had never wanted to cooperate with him. From the beginning to the end, his goal was to turn him into a puppet that he could completely control.
This fellow had the same personality as him. They both had a strong desire to control things and did not like to let things go out of their control.
How could such a person find a partner?
Either submit or die!
"It seems that the negotiations have broken down. Next…"
The regretful expression on Locks 'face gradually became unbridled, and a thick aura of death surged out.
"I can only kill you here!”
"It should have been like this a long time ago. What's the use of talking so much nonsense? This sea has always been…the strong are respected!”
Zhang Yang's lips curled into a grin, and the dark red color of the Overlord pressed forward as if it was real.
The two colors of power collided, and the shockwaves spread like ripples. Dense spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the Adamwood hull around them.
After ten years, he collided with the previous generation's overlord of the sea.
Zhang Yang's aura was high and aggressive, like a raging fire, full of aggressiveness.
Survival of the fittest.
The winner advanced triumphantly!
The loser bowed down!
"Locks, let's see who is the true king of this sea!”
The Overlord Battle began!
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