Pirate's Swordsman

Chapter 194 Arriving at Whiskey Peak

"I pick my feet every day, can you please stop being disgusted?"

A smell of stinky salted fish spread around the bald man. The mustache glared at him with disgust, then turned to the figure in the corner and shouted: "Hey that kid inside, I remember you said, you He’s a swordsman, right?”

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The figure was huddled in the corner with iron chains on his hands and feet. He seemed to be quite depressed. When he heard the shouting, he only slightly raised his head and glanced at the mustache, but did not answer.

The mustache didn't care about his attitude. He chuckled. After rummaging through the haystacks sleeping behind him for a while, he actually pulled out a long sword. Then he saw him throw it hard and throw the sword to the figure. before.

"Here, take it." He chuckled, "Since he is a swordsman, he should be much stronger than us. Use this sword to cut off the shackles and save us."

"Hey, where did you get the sword?" The bald man and several people next to him looked at him in surprise.

"I found it." Mustache took out a silver spoon from his pocket with a proud look on his face. "Originally, I wanted to dig a tunnel secretly and escape, but it turned out that it was too hard underneath. It took me almost a month to dig. Less than five meters."

"I was about to give up a few days ago, but I accidentally found a package underneath. I don't know who hid it, so I finally dug it out." Mustache shrugged, and continued, "It's a pity that it's not a treasure. , there is only one sword, but now, it should be the best, not even gold can compare with it."

After hearing this conversation, the figure in the shadow, that is, Ross, finally reacted. He moved his body, spent a lot of effort to get to the cell door, hooked the sword in with his feet, and then bent down Picked up the sword.

His eyes fell on the sword.

This is a broad blade in the traditional sense, with dirt on it, and a rough shape, suitable for the kind of swordsmanship that opens and closes. Ross's swordsmanship is more delicate, so he didn't care about it at first, and even felt that this sword Compared with the sword that was snatched away by Brock before, there is really a huge gap.

But soon, after brushing off the dust and looking at it carefully, Rose's expression changed.

His opinion was indeed correct. This sword was very different from his own.

Because this sword is so good.

"Twenty-one Skills of the Great Knife"

After confirming again, Ross' breathing became a little heavier. As a senior swordsman who has been practicing swordsmanship for more than ten years, he had never seen such a good blade. This made him quickly confirm the identity of this sword. Level, "At least a good sword of the level of a fast sword. If placed on the market, it would be worth at least 200 million beli, which is more valuable than a devil fruit."

This kind of thing would be dug up by a gangster in a dungeon.

And it finally fell into his hands

Ross's expression became serious. He looked at the man with the mustache. After thinking for a while, he said seriously: "This sword is very valuable and I want it very much. But since you found it, after I use it, , I will definitely return it to you.”

"Why, is it still a good sword?"

Mustache was stunned for a moment. He obviously didn't know much about swords, but he quickly waved his hand nonchalantly, "Hey, don't talk about this now. Hurry up and use that sword to rescue us all." "

"Ah."

Ross nodded. In fact, his treatment was relatively poor among these people. He might not eat even half a catty of food every day. His sluggish state just now was almost unbearable. If he hadn't firmly believed in his heart, he would not be able to escape. Delump and the others will definitely bring Captain Schiano back to save themselves if they go out. Maybe they will all fall down long ago.

Now that he has hope at this time, he can only suppress this feeling of weakness and fight hard. It is not a problem to be imprisoned like this. After all, the small garden is quite far away from Whiskey Mountain. If it is in summer, It would be too tragic if he died before Captain Nuo arrived.

Without saying another word, Ross raised his sword and dropped it. The iron chain between his feet suddenly exploded with sparks, and the extra white marks on the chain were clearly visible.

"Have the opportunity"

Rose's eyes lit up. The chain holding him was not too heavy, and it seemed to have been aged. It was rusty and corroded in many places. Seeing that his slashes were effective, he immediately struck down several swords.

Twenty or thirty attempts passed in the blink of an eye. Finally, under the expectant gaze of everyone, the iron chain between Rose's legs finally broke. Then Rose followed the same method and spent about the same amount of time, carefully wrapping his wrist again. The chains were cut off.

"awesome"

"Come on, brother, we all have high hopes for you."

The prisoners cheered, and Ross smiled, but his attention became more concentrated. He lifted the sword in his hand and his eyes fell on the solid iron railing in front of him, which was several times thicker than the chain.

This is the real difficulty, and it is also a hurdle for the swordsman.

Unable to move forward, he could only stay here and starve, praying in his heart that Xia Nuo's rescue would come soon.

Once he has passed, not only will he and his fellow prisoners be saved, but more importantly, he will also be able to cut through steel with his sword skills, thus becoming qualified to be called a swordsman and no longer hinder his own captain.

"Do your best, Rose."

Ross, a young man who has just turned twenty-five this year and is the captain of the First Division of the Gale Pirates from the Capital of Seven Waters, holds the hilt of the sword tightly and roars in his heart.

The setting sun is gradually setting in the west, the fire clouds are spreading wantonly, the sky is filled with glow, and dusk is approaching.

After sailing for nearly half a month, the big ship flying the flag of the Gale Pirates finally saw the shadow of Whiskey Mountain not far ahead.

Delump, who was at the helm, was the first to notice. He immediately raised his head excitedly and shouted to Xiano who was sitting upright on the observation deck: "Captain, we are here."

"Oh"

Xia Nuo was there closing his eyes to rest, thinking quietly in the sea breeze, perfecting his wind-controlling swordsmanship. When he heard this, his eyelids suddenly moved, he opened his eyes and looked into the distance. Sure enough, they found that under the mountains shrouded in sunset, a city emitting gunpowder smoke appeared in sight.

"Accelerate and prepare for a forced landing."

By this time, when it came to controlling and commanding his subordinates, Xiano was no longer the rookie he had been when he left Barati Restaurant. He gently dropped down from the watchtower and calmly ordered, "Let Daniel pass the order." , All combatants, be ready for battle. Gunners and snipers will be in position immediately. If you encounter a clear hostile target, report to me immediately."

"Yes"

There was a voice of response immediately on the ship, and the atmosphere of the battle suddenly became high, and everyone's face was slightly excited.

There was no tension or fear at all. Although the enemies seemed to be numerous and powerful, they believed in their captain more than this.

The swift swordsman, Xia Nuo.