Chapter 205
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The cold moonlight shone down on the narrow street. There were a few garbage bags at the base of the stone walls on both sides of the street. They whistled in the wind as the three drunken officers walked in front with their arms around each other's shoulders. Ge Tang walked at the back, his breath reeking of alcohol.
"What a coward!" Ge Tang finished the last mouthful of alcohol in the bottle. The burning sensation traveled from his throat all the way to his body. The image of the warships sealing off the harbor appeared in Ge Tang's mind again. Those ferocious cannons seemed to be aimed at him.
Bang … Crack …
He threw the bottle at the base of the wall and it shattered. The glass shards flew everywhere and tore open the stacked garbage bags. Ge Tang suddenly stopped. His pupils constricted. The stacked garbage bags suddenly exploded. A figure stabbed out from the middle. The silver blade pierced through the night. The blade reflected the moonlight and reflected a pair of cold eyes.
Ge Tang quickly retreated. At the same time, his right hand grasped the hilt of the blade at his waist. He pulled out the blade and slashed forward. Amid the crisp sound of metal colliding, a huge force traveled up his arm. Under the influence of alcohol, his hand holding the hilt of the blade was somewhat numb. He was almost sent flying.
"Damn it!"
Ge Tang stood still and held the blade in front of his chest. He fiercely bit the tip of his tongue. The pain of the needle dispelled the intoxication from the alcohol. He was completely awake. His sharp eyes stared at the person in front of him.
He had a tall and sturdy body. The pitch-black short-sleeved shirt could not hide the iron-like body underneath. There was a scar that almost pierced through his face. He held a military blade with both hands. He gave off a fierce aura.
"Who are you? Why do you want to kill me? " Ge Tang slowly held the hilt of the blade. The blade gently drew an arc in the air and pointed at Fick's chest.
In the distance, the three officers who had almost reached the end of the street seemed to have finally noticed the movement behind them. They all turned around and unsheathed their blades at the same time. They shouted and charged over.
Fick licked his lips. He suddenly turned around and stabbed at one of the officers with his blade. Ge Tang shouted, "Careful!" He quickly tapped his feet. The blade made a clear sound as it slashed diagonally at Fick's back.
The blade that was stabbing at the officer suddenly stopped and retracted like lightning. It was as if there was no force behind the stab. At this moment, it was like a spring that was being pulled back. With a twist of the wrist, it changed its angle and bit at Ge Tang's waist.
At the same time.
The three military blades that were slashing at Fick brushed past his shoulder. The remaining blades were aimed at Ge Tang's throat, chest, and arms. In that instant, Ge Tang's pupils shrank to the size of needles. The hair on his back stood on end. His body suddenly bent in a strange manner. His heels brushed against the ground. It was as if there was a string pulling him back by three inches.
It was this distance of three inches that allowed him to avoid a fatal attack. The blade in his hand drew a circle in front of him. With the clanging of nails, a few sections of the blade were cut off. The blade spun and pierced into the stone wall beside him. A thin crack appeared on the wall.
Swish swish swish …
Blood spurted out. The arm holding the blade was cut off at the root. Four wrists of different lengths were flung in the air. Blood splashed into rings and splattered all over Fick's face. The three officers beside him howled on the spot. Only Fick's lips curled into a sinister smile. The cut off arm was smooth. The wrist that was holding the blade strangely lunged forward in the air. The blade pierced half of Ge Tang's waist.
The cold blade pierced into the flesh, and the dark red blood dyed his clothes. His skin was drenched in goosebumps. Ge Tang's wrist spun the blade, and in an instant, the sharp blade slashed out three times at the strange wrist.
Whoosh!
His wrist hurriedly shot the blood-stained blade towards Fick's arm. After connecting the two halves of his arm, Fick moved his uninjured wrist and slit the necks of the three wailing officers. Then, he revealed a cold and sinister smile as he looked at Ge Tang. "I didn't want to launch a sneak attack in the first place. Now that these three pieces of trash are dead, only the two of us are left. Just nice, I can use you to test my current strength."
"…" Ge Tang covered the wound on his lower abdomen. Blood flowed uncontrollably from the gaps between his fingers. His face trembled. You call this not wanting to sneak attack?
"Are all Devil Fruit ability users this shameless?" Ge Tang gripped the hilt of the blade with one hand and gritted his teeth. A murderous aura erupted from his body.
Fick had only seen two Devil Fruit ability users since he was born. One was Yarlin, and the other was himself. He didn't know if he should answer Ge Tang's sharp question. He chuckled. "It's just a cut. Don't complain like a sissy. Didn't I take a cut from you too? It's fair. Let's kill again!"
Amidst his loud laughter, Fick arched his body forward like a heavy cheetah sprinting. The sharp blade in his hand sped up and stabbed towards Ge Tang.
Ge Tang exerted a little force on his feet, and the wound on his lower abdomen tore apart. Blood spurted out even faster. Only then did Ge Tang notice that there was a sinister groove at the top of Fick's blade. His face turned even uglier. He held the blade in his right hand and swung it in a continuous circle.
* Chi Chi Chi … *
The sound of metal colliding and the sound of a sharp blade slicing through flesh intertwined together. Fick flew out and crashed into the ground. When he got up, his sleeves had been shredded into pieces. He picked up the sword that had fallen on the ground. The blade was densely covered with holes, and the only thing that was in stark contrast was his unusually smooth arm.
"Heh, although I just ate the Devil Fruit and can't use it very well, it's really useful!" Fick was very satisfied with the fruit's ability. Although his development was still at a very low level, he could only split his arm into four parts when he actively controlled it. However, when he was attacked by a sharp blade, his body could be split into many pieces by his passive reaction.
"It seems that Yarlin was right. If this ability is used well, it will be the nemesis of swordsmanship!" Fick licked his lips and said excitedly. "It's amazing!"
Ge Tang stared speechlessly at Fick. His eyebrows were knitted together, and his heart kept sinking. The Devil Fruit's ability was too strange, and it did seem to be able to completely suppress his swordsmanship.
"You don't look too good. Have you lost too much blood?" Fick held the military knife full of chipped teeth. He stomped hard on the wall beside him, and his whole body shot toward Ge Tang like an arrow released from a bow.
Whoosh whoosh … Bang!
The sword shattered into pieces, Fick's body was chopped into two and fell into Ge Tang's arms. The heavy force caused Ge Tang to roll to the ground. The two legs that fell to the ground quickly ran back to his body. One of Fick's hands was tightly gripping Ge Tang's throat, while the other hand was still holding onto a broken part of the sharp blade and fiercely thrusting it down.
Ge Tang's throat was pierced. He looked at Fick unwillingly, and the sullen expression on his face slowly stiffened.
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