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"Bang." Will plunged into the ruins that had just been crushed by Sabo.
Just now, Weir kicked Sabo away and seriously injured Sabo. This retribution came too quickly.
Will sat up from the ground, his mind feeling dizzy.
The surroundings were a bit dark, and ghosts flashed by. Weir's punch was really heavy.
After recovering for a while, the double image in front of me disappeared, and my vision returned to normal from red.
"Which bastard attacked me?"
Will stood up staggeringly and dusted off his head.
A wisp of blood flowed down his forehead, leaving a dark red mark on Will's face.
"Click~." This crisp sound made Weir's pupils tighten and he subconsciously touched the place where he was hit just now.
With his touch, several pieces of the broken mask fell into his hands.
A corner of the 'Red Dress' mask was actually broken.
This was the first time that Weir saw the "Red Dress" shattered. Several pieces of broken armor fell behind the palm of his hand, rising into a light red mist that spread in the air and disappeared in an instant.
This kind of damage can be recovered, but it requires a lot of physical strength, so Weir did not choose to recover.
There was a dull sharp pain in his cheek and chest, which made Will frown.
The location on the cheek was the injury suffered just now, while the location on the chest was burned by Marco. It may be due to the recurrence of the old injury due to the attack just now.
Although he was knocked away, Will kept holding on to the 'blood' in his hand. This was instinctive.
"Boom." He kicked a big hole in the ruins, and Weir slowly walked out of the ruins.
Looking in the direction of Fujitora, there was a tall but white-haired old man standing next to Fujitora.
"Garp?"
Weir was puzzled for a moment as to why Garp would choose this sneak attack to attack him. This was not in line with Garp's style at all.
While Weir was wondering, he suddenly noticed a blood stain in front of his feet, which was left by Sabo.
Weir suddenly realized that it was because he hurt Sabo.
For Garp, Sabo should be like a grandson.
Judging from the fact that Garp knocked him into the ruins, his guess may be accurate.
And the sudden departure of Monkey D. Dragon just now is probably related to Garp.
This made Will not only think that if Garp trained dragons like Luffy, then maybe as long as Garp was in the navy, the dragons would not dare to compete head-on with the navy.
That¡¯s the father, that¡¯s the master, that¡¯s the shadow of childhood. Anyone with a little bit of conscience will not resist Garp.
"Garp, you are so old, your fists are really hard."
This is the first time that Weir has experienced Garp¡¯s Iron Fist. He and Garp had not fought directly before at Hot Springs Island.
"Arrogant brat, even if you change your appearance, I will still recognize you."
Garp, whose fists were full of armed domineering aura, slowly walked towards Weir.
Of course, Weir was right. Although his current condition was very poor, with new injuries and old injuries, and the "red dress" was about to pass three minutes, he also walked towards Garp.
Although Weir is in a bad state, his fighting spirit is very high. As for whether he can win, we still have to fight.
Without the restraints of Fujitora's "gravity field", Weir's speed recovered.
Weir's blood-red pupils left a red light in place. Because the speed was too fast, the red light stretched very long.
He didn¡¯t choose to fight Garp head-on. Needless to say, Garp¡¯s ability to fight head-on is absolutely incredible.
Coming to Garp¡¯s back, Weir slashed with his sword. He used all his strength with this sword, and his ¡®blood¡¯ cut through the air, making a whimpering sound, as if a banshee was roaring.
Garp¡¯s reaction was also beyond Will¡¯s expectations. He didn¡¯t turn around, but put his palms on his shoulders.
"Ding."
Weir slashed with his sword and struck Garp's palm. The next scene left Weir stunned and unforgettable for the rest of his life.
Garp actually grabbed the 'Yixue', and the powerful slash caused sparks to fly several meters high. Garp actually used his armed domineering force to resist his slash.
This is not what surprised Weir the most. Garp, an old navy man, actually clung to the "Yixue".
Weir¡¯s mood at that time can only be described in three words.Content, that is ¡®Mom sells batches¡¯.
Since Weir became somewhat successful in swordsmanship, no one has ever grabbed his sword with bare hands.
He also didn¡¯t expect that Garp could actually withstand his slashing attack with the strength of his armed domineering force.
Garp held the ¡®Yixue¡¯ tightly with one hand, bared his teeth and smiled, and at the same time, he took the lead and hit Weir in front of him with a big sandbag.
The cold wind of the fist is roaring. If you are hit by this punch, the battle will basically be over.
Garp¡¯s attack was not fast, but powerful and heavy, but Weir had a feeling that no matter how he avoided it, the punch would land on his face.
Since it was no longer possible to dodge, and the ¡®Yixue¡¯ was still caught, Weir made a quick decision and chose to resist.
This hard resistance, of course, is not a hard resistance with your face.
From holding the sword with both hands to holding the sword with one hand, Weir's left arm turned black, and thunder and lightning also attached to it.
"Electromagnetic gun."
Will¡¯s left arm, shining with orange light, collided with Cap¡¯s sandbag-sized fist.
"Boom." The impact of the fist sounded like a thunder.
Weir and Garp retreated at the same time, but what made Weir depressed was that the old guy Garp still didn't let go of his "blood". It seemed that he was also a little afraid of his swordsmanship.
If Garp doesn¡¯t let go of the ¡®blood of will¡¯, Will can¡¯t let go either. If he lets go of the ¡®blood of will¡¯, not only will the weapon fall into the hands of the enemy, but the ¡®red dress¡¯ will also be released immediately.
Just like that, both of them were holding the same weapon, resisting the reaction force of the attack just now.
The difference is that Will is holding the hilt of the sword, while Garp is holding the tip.
A stream of blood gushes out from Garp's palm, not only because Garp's posture when holding the blade with his bare hands is wrong, but also because Weir's sword is covered with stronger thunder and lightning.
Under the conduction of lightning, Garp's hair immediately stood up, like an angry hedgehog, but even so, Garp, the stubborn old man, still did not let go.
"Boy, don't even think about escaping."
Because there was a wound on the palm of his hand, Garp endured the severe pain of having his life force absorbed, and punched Weir again, with a determined attitude.
There was a smile on Weir's mouth under the mask. He liked this feeling of life and death, and this kind of unrelenting opponent.
"I have more than one sword."
Weir held the hilt of the "Yixue" sword with both hands. The "Yixue" sword flashed from one sword to two swords.
Garp was stunned for a moment, maybe a little confused, how could one sword turn into two swords.
Of course, Weir would not give Garp time to think. He held the hilt of a 'blood' sword in each hand, pulled it sharply to both sides, and then pulled it back hard.
¡®Yixue¡¯ opened and closed in Garp¡¯s hands like a pair of big scissors.
There was a painful expression on Garp's face. He no longer dared to hold on to the 'blood' and immediately let go.
If Garp doesn¡¯t let go, Weir is confident that he can cut off a few of the opponent¡¯s fingers. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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