Day after day, time passed by in a hurry, leaving no trace behind.
For the past month, Luan Liang had been doing odd jobs. Although it was odd jobs, it could also train his physical strength. Sometimes, he would think about training with Shanks.
Roger's pirate group must have entered the second half of the Great Sea Route and begun his final journey to conquer the entire Great Sea Route.
In a year and a half, Roger would conquer the entire Great Sea Route and be known as the Pirate King.
This was something that One Piece's history could not change. Luan Liang had never thought of changing the entire history of One Piece. Otherwise, the world would be in chaos.
Luan Liang walked into the warehouse with a pile of discarded samurai swords in his hands. He gently placed them on the ground and wiped the sweat off his forehead.
The current sabers were still too inferior, especially those that were not famous. They weighed at least 20 pounds, and some even weighed 50 pounds. During training, it was even more terrifying that they had to tie heavy iron blocks to the swords.
To make the sword weigh more than a hundred pounds was to train the body crazily, because only by strengthening the arms could he better train the speed of the swing.
Unfortunately, Luan Liang knew that he only knew the basics. If he wanted to truly master it, he would need a good teacher to teach him.
"Newcomer, you're really enthusiastic.”
A voice came from the door, causing Luan Liang to turn his head and take a look. They were all disciples of the Kendo Gym. They were all in groups of three to five. It was the same in all eras.
However, these people were not friendly to him at all. Luan Liang glanced at them and did not say anything. He only lowered his head to tidy up his sword and did not raise his head again.
"Hey, our boss is talking to you.”
Behind the strongest man stood two skinny fellows, who roared aggressively. Unfortunately, Luan Liang's hands didn't even stop moving.
The man who was called boss frowned. This was the first time he was looked down upon like this. He was someone who had a chance to become a Great Sword Hero, although it was only his own wishful thinking.
"Kid, do you know who's the leader here?”With a cold face, the boss's expression was very ugly. He gave himself a thumbs up and said with a cold expression,
"Obediently call me old man and kowtow to me. I can protect you.”
Clenching his fist, he aimed it at Luan Liang. His expression was very obvious. If he didn't scream, he would be beaten up.
Luan Liang's hands paused for a moment. He didn't raise his head, but he picked out two wooden swords from the weapons he had arranged with both hands. He turned around and threw out one.
The other party caught it steadily. He frowned and said with a cold expression,
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Since you want me to call you boss, then let's have a competition. The stronger one is the boss.”
Luan Liang tightly gripped his wooden sword and pointed it at the other party, frowning.
"Huh?" The muscular man seemed to have heard something very laughable. He laughed loudly and tightly gripped the wooden sword in his hand. His face darkened as he said,
"Brat, you're too arrogant. I'll do as you wish, but don't blame me if you accidentally break your bones.”
"You should be talking to yourself.”The corners of Luan Liang's mouth unconsciously curled up. His cold smile made the other party shiver. For a moment, he thought that he would lose.
However, how could it be possible? He had cultivated for five years, and the other party had only been here for a month to do odd jobs. How could he be stronger than him, who had cultivated seriously?
Moreover, he did not want to lose face in front of his underlings, so he agreed.
The two of them came to the square. Private fights were allowed here. Of course, the way of fighting was only allowed to be resolved by sword techniques.
Luan Liang stood there and looked at the man in front of him who was also holding a wooden sword. His straight body did not waver at all.
There were many people around him. Even the one-eyed master of the Kendo Gym sat at the side, watching the show. He put his hands into his sleeves and sat calmly on the steps.
The surrounding Sword Dao disciples pointed and discussed.
"Isn't this guy new here? He's only been here for a month and he's already stirring up trouble.”
"He's really courting death. The other party is the top expert here. Doesn't this newcomer want to die?”
Most people didn't have high hopes for Luan Liang. A newcomer still dared to challenge a disciple who had cultivated painstakingly for several years. This was simply a joke.
As if he was encouraged by the voices around him, the corners of the mouth of the man who was staring at Luan Liang with a wooden sword curled up as he laughed and said,
"Brat, it's too late for you to beg for mercy now. Otherwise, if your arm or leg is broken, you won't be able to practice the sword for the rest of your life.”
"Are you done chattering?”Luan Liang's expression was very cold as he impatiently called out, one hand tightly gripping the wooden sword in his hand.
"F * ck, you're courting death." The man was so angry that his lungs were about to explode. All the handymen dared to be so rude to him in front of his master.
This was an insult to him, an insult to his pride.
He raised his wooden sword with both hands and shot forward like a gust of wind.
As expected of a person who had cultivated for five years. His speed was indeed very fast, causing Luan Liang to be unable to react at all. If he wanted to compete with the other party in sword arts, he definitely could not.
However, he had his own swordsmanship. Since he couldn't dodge, he would take it head-on. It was very easy for him to use a wooden sword to slash the other party's wooden sword.
Most importantly, he had the ability to absorb the life force of all kinds of materials. He could transfer the life force of the iron saber to the wooden sword. When he had just arranged the sword, his body had already stored the life force of a sharp blade.
All he needed to do was to give this life force to the wooden sword.
Seeing that Luan Liang didn't move and only raised the wooden sword in his hand to chop at him, the arrogant man's face was filled with a smile, an ugly smile.
Without any hesitation, he slashed at Luan Liang's sword.
In disbelief, he split the thin wooden sword in Luan Liang's hand into two. Instead, the wooden sword in his hand was easily cut into pieces.
The wooden sword in Luan Liang's hand was as sharp as tofu. It was no different from a real sword. How could a piece of wood not shatter when it was cut by steel?
Luan Liang's sword slashed through the wooden sword in the other party's hand and headed straight for the other party's head.
The man who had been cultivating for five years felt a sense of terror from the wooden blade. He knew that if it hit him, his head would definitely explode.
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