redvbooks Chapter 624: Half an Inch of Blade!
Chapter 624: Half an Inch of Blade!
Shanks took the first half step back.
Shamrock on the other side didn't chase either.
But he raised the famous sword in his hand again.
Shamlock's body swayed in the cold wind.
It was as if something within the body was being suppressed.
The wind and snow piled up a white barrier between the two.
But the next moment.
The barrier was torn apart by Shamrock's figure.
He disappeared from the spot.
When it reappeared, it was already above Shanks' head.
It cleaved down from the sky.
The entire famous sword was enveloped in a jet-black Armament Haki aura.
Shamrock's attack has been spotted!
Shanks' eyes narrowed into slits.
He didn't back down.
He took a big step forward.
Griffin drew a blood-red arc in the wind and snow.
The blade slashes diagonally upwards to meet the attack.
The two famous swords clashed head-on in mid-air.
There's nothing fancy about it.
boom!
At the point where the blades met, a dark red lightning bolt exploded.
The Conqueror's Haki shockwave emanated from the two of them and swept outwards in all directions.
The area swept by the blast wave.
A white storm formed.
Their eyes met again at the eye of the storm.
Shanks' eyes were icy cold.
At the moment of impact, his wrist twitched.
The curvature is extremely exquisite.
Griffin's blade traced along the surface of his opponent's blade.
This sudden change of tactics was too abrupt.
The tip of the knife drew a near-right-angled line in the air.
Continue passing it along this trajectory.
next moment.
Griffin's tip will pierce Shamrock's throat.
however.
The moment the knife tip touched the edge of the black mask.
Shanks suddenly shuddered.
His blade slipped two inches off course uncontrollably.
The long sword grazed the edge of the mask, narrowly missing it.
Only a fleeting glint of light remained.
Click.
A very faint tearing sound was drowned out by the sound of wind and snow.
Griffin only cut off a single sash from Shamrock's shoulder.
At the same instant.
Shamrock's counterattack has already followed.
A vicious backhand slash.
The target is Shanks's Achilles' heel, which he has no time to defend against.
It could happen at the very moment the blade was about to touch Shanks.
Shamlock loosened his grip on the knife slightly.
Extremely difficult to detect.
The attack trajectory deviated slightly.
A tiny bit.
The blade tip avoided Shanks' vital points.
scoff.
The force of the energy only managed to cut a gash about a foot long on Shanks' red coat.
Two top-tier experts.
They clashed at such close range.
They both missed their targets at the same time.
Shanks used the blade of Griffin to parry Shamrock's heavy slash.
The blades rubbed together, sparks flying everywhere.
The firelight illuminated their faces, which were very close to each other.
Shanks looked into the eyes behind the mask.
He lowered his voice.
There was no fervor for fighting.
There is only one kind of suffering that cannot be expressed.
"You're still exactly the same as before."
"Every cut hit a vital spot."
"You'll instinctively pull back."
This statement is not meant to be sarcastic.
It wasn't a provocation.
Shanks is forcing Shamrock to confront something.
Shamulok is not as brutal as those Celestial Dragons.
The instant I heard those words.
Shamlock's eyes, hidden beneath his mask, trembled violently.
He then stared intently at Shanks.
The entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence.
Three breaths passed.
Shamlock let out a muffled groan from deep in his throat.
He didn't explain.
It was just that the energy within his body erupted violently in that instant.
A black, domineering aura surged like a tide, flowing down his arms and into the blade.
With an overwhelming aura, the shockwave forced Shanks back several meters.
Shanks' feet plowed two furrows into the frozen ground.
My body swayed for a moment in the strong wind before I regained my balance.
But Shamrock stood still.
The long blade in his hand trembled slightly.
He didn't take advantage of Shanks' unstable footing to launch a fatal attack.
Shanks regained his balance.
Holding the knife with one hand.
Griffin's knife tip was pointing diagonally at the ground.
He didn't take advantage of Shamrock's opening to launch a counterattack.
His gaze was fixed on the other person's posture.
As brothers.
Shanks was naturally very familiar with Shamrock's every move and habit.
He noticed a strange detail.
Every time Shamlock fought him!
It seems everyone is focused on Im's situation!
And if anything unusual happens on Im's side!
Shamlock unconsciously focused his attention in Im's direction.
He wasn't simply focused on that side.
More like it.
Waiting for an instruction.
A signal that will determine his next move.
Just now.
A dozen or so eyes in the rolling black clouds behind Im.
Several enormous eyes, emitting a dark red light, slowly rotated.
Cold and indifferent, devoid of any emotion.
Those gazes swept over the ruins on the east side.
The same instant our gaze swept over it.
Shamlock's body trembled violently.
No hesitation.
He turned around immediately during the battle.
His eyes were fixed on the direction where Im and Loki were fighting.
The long blade in his hand hung limply at his side.
Shanks could sense it.
Shamrock was stretched to his limit.
Then they can launch a surprise attack from any location.
Shanks did not launch a sneak attack.
He just watched Shamrock's back.
A moment later!
Shanks spoke.
Are you waiting for her to look this way?
These words struck like a thunderbolt.
Shamrock's tall, upright figure froze instantly.
He exuded an aura of dominance due to extreme tension.
However, Shamrock maintained his posture with his back to Shanks throughout.
He did not answer.
But the violent fluctuations in his body had already given him away.
Much later.
Shamrock then spoke.
"You left the Holy Land too early."
"Shanks."
"You would never understand."
"There are some commands in this world."
"No one can refuse it."
This sentence is filled with endless exhaustion.
There is also an unfathomable despair.
Shanks listened to that desperate voice.
His eyes shifted from helplessness to a hint of coldness.
"If the order cannot be refused."
"Then we'll use our knives."
"Cut off the person who gave the order."
Shanks' voice wasn't loud.
But there was light in his eyes.
however.
Before Shamrock could respond.
A sudden change occurred.
The dark clouds behind Im began to churn violently.
In the dark clouds.
One eye slowly turned.
It emitted a black energy!
In an instant!
It landed solidly on Shamrock's back.
boom!
Shamrock's body began to change!
next second.
Shamrock's eyes had completely lost their struggle and clarity.
Instead.
It was a deathly, emotionless darkness.
He was like an exquisite puppet controlled by silken threads.
The movements were stiff, yet frighteningly fast.
Turn around.
The long blade drew a near-perfect semicircle in the air.
The blade sliced through the void.
Dark demonic energy, mixed with violent crimson lightning, flickered wildly on the blade.
This time.
The cold blade tip was aimed precisely at Shanks' vital spot for the first time.
They didn't hold back.
This strike.
It's a true killer move.
Shanks stared at the blade pointed at his heart.
He felt an unprecedented power from it.
But the red-haired man showed no sign of panic.
Instead, a chilling coldness surfaced in his eyes.
Standing in front of him.
He is no longer the brother who could silently control his strength.
Rather, it is a killing machine driven by an absolute will.
Shanks didn't retire.
Not even half a step.
He took a deep breath of the icy, bone-chilling air.
Hold Griffin firmly across your chest.
The blade emitted an eerie red glow.
hum!
next moment.
An indescribable, violent, and domineering aura.
It erupted from Shanks' body in an almost frenzied manner.
The dark red, domineering lightning resembled a ferocious dragon.
It tore and spread outwards along Griffin's blade.
The sky over the entire eastern battlefield was split in two.
Half of it was a silent, pitch-black demonic aura.
The other half is a raging, dark red lightning.
The storm between the brothers completely collapsed under the clash of their domineering auras.
An inevitable battle to the death.