Chapter 272： Shanks: Give me a face and let me go!

Chapter 272 Shanks: Give me face, let me go!

"So you think I am asking for your opinion?"

"Um?"

Shanks blinked, stepped quietly on his right leg, and took a small step back as if nothing had happened.

"Are you inviting me, right?"

Adrian gave a gentle smile that was harmless to humans and animals.

He raised his right hand, and accompanied by a wave of ripples, the Demon Blade·Second Generation Guitou pulled out of the void and was held in his hand.

"You did ask in that tone just now, right?"

Shanks asked this sentence nervously, and at the same time he opened his left leg and took a step back again.

"Before you become the captain of the pirate, let's do some handyman duties for a while."

Adrian gave a chuckle and swung his sword up.

"I have been a trainee crew member for more than ten years!"

"Do you know how I spent the past ten years?!"

"I am now the captain of the Pirate Group!"

Shanks argued a few times, and finally stopped backing.

At the same time, a sharp meaning flashed in his eyes, and he also pulled out the saber around his waist to face the demon sword in Adrian's hand.

Clang!

The moment the faintly faintly aura of the demon sword Guiche crossed and collided with the ordinary sailor scimitar, there was a crisp sound.

Shanks' arm trembled slightly, and he gasped.

"This guy has a lot of strength!"

The white ghost in front of him was not much different from his body, and his height seemed to be, but when the demon knife in the opponent's hand smashed over, the strength contained in the knife was as unstoppable as a mountain collapse and a crack.

Clang!

The demon sword ghost sword collided with the sailor's scimitar several times, and the crisp and fierce golden and iron clashing sound continued to explode in the air.

In just two breaths, Shanks had already fallen into the wind.

"It is indeed a new monster with a reward of more than 1.6 billion Baileys!"

Shanks sweats slightly on his forehead, and his breath is a little unstable, but there is not much panic in his heart.

An enemy more powerful than the White Ghost, Shanks had seen many since he was on Roger's ship, and he had also seen many swordsmen who were much more powerful than the White Ghost.

not to mention……

"I'm afraid Bai Youling is just playing around..."

Looking at Adrian, who looked complacent, Shanks gritted his teeth slightly, and the other party clearly didn't look at him in this way.

but……

Which adult can get angry with a child?

Adrian was in a relaxed mood, tapped the deck with his toes, and shook his wrist slightly as he rushed forward. The demon sword slashed at Shanks’s left shoulder blade from top to bottom.

Shanks was holding the handle of the Sailor's Scimitar, holding the blade of the Demon Sword from the bottom up.

Unexpectedly, the Demon Sword Guiche suddenly rolled over, the angle shifted, and it swiped down the edge of the sailor's scimitar, and slashed directly on the unprotected blade.

"Let go!"

Shanks’ pupils contracted slightly and made a decisive decision, discarding the long knife in his hand to preserve his wrist.

The sailor's scimitar was picked up by a ghost and flew into the air. After turning a few times in the air, it fell diagonally.

Originally Shanks thought that his long knife would go straight through the deck.

Unexpectedly, there was a sound of "tuk". The tip of the sailor's scimitar hit the wooden plank made of dry branches of Archi Vine. It only knocked out a shallow mark, and then there was a flat slap. Lie down on the deck.

at this time.

Adrian waved his left hand, and the majestic spiritual pressure in his palm instantly converged, condensing into a pale white whip emitting bright white light.

He shook his wrist, and accompanied by the howling wind, the pale white whip pierced the air and drew it directly to where Shanks was standing.

A faint red light flashed in Shanks’ pupils, seeing the color domineering open, and clearly predicting the movement trajectory of the Reiki whip.

After that, he burst out with force under his feet, and rushed to the right, hoping to avoid the whip.

Want to avoid ‘punishment’ so easily?

I booked a small handyman?

Adrian smiled at the corner of his mouth, slightly **** the palm of his left hand, and the Reinforcement Whip violently jumped out a few meters of extra length, and quickly extended to Shanks's position with lightning speed.

Snapped!

Like a thunderbolt, the Spirit Pressure whip slammed Shanks' body, pulling out a long trace of damage to the white and green striped round neck and short sleeves of his upper body. Below the hole was the skin that was rapidly congested and swollen. Whip marks.

"hiss——"

Shanks gritted his teeth and couldn't help but gasp.

This Reiki whip not only drew on his body, but also seemed to have caused his spirit to be flogged with the same degree of force.

The pain that felt like a tear, spread quickly from the scar drawn from the Reiki whip.

"This is your punishment for discarding your sword and failing, Shanks."

Adrian rolled up the whip, manipulated it to wrap the sailor's scimitar that fell on the deck, and threw it back in front of Shanks.

"Now, pick up the knife and come again."

Adrian scattered the Rei-Press whip in his hand, raised the demon sword in his right hand, and pointed it at Shanks’ position.

What should I do if my fancy reserve boy is not obedient?

is very simple.

Just hit the clothes!

Even on the surface, it’s good to fight clothes.

Shanks remained silent, and reached out his hand to touch the new dress specially sewed for him by Miss McGonagall.

Even when he had just fought with the King of the Sea, he deliberately noticed that the dirt of the King of the Sea was not allowed to stick to this precious new garment, but at this time it was drawn out by the white ghost with a long hole!

Shanks suddenly raised his head, and under his extremely cold eyes, surging anger was buried.

"Not bad eyes."

Adrian nodded slightly and commented casually.

"I'm going to get serious, Bai Youling!"

Shanks shook out these words coldly, bent down, and picked up the sailor's scimitar on the deck.

At this time, he had not encountered the famous Western-style sword "Griffin", which is famous for its beauty. This sailor's scimitar was obtained from the uncle blacksmith in the village of Brive!

After just colliding with the second-generation Ghost Toru, there has been a big gap in the blade of this sailor's scimitar.

Shanks looked at this weapon distressedly, and then tightened his right hand, and a dark and strong armed dominance emerged from his palm, covering all the blade of the sailor's scimitar.

The next moment, Shanks kicked up on the ground and sprinted towards Adrian, so fast that it was almost invisible.

And the sailor's scimitar in his right hand also slashed towards Adrian's left arm with a biting aura.

Adrian gently raised his hand, and the blade of the demon sword ghost swayed towards Shanks, forcing him to twist his waist in the air and forcibly roll over to the ground.

But before Shanks could relax, he rolled back and got up.

The Demon Sword Ghost had already slashed head-on, Shanks could not avoid it, a long shallow wound was drawn on the right cheek, and the red blood kept leaking out.

But this is the moment.

Shanks not only did not retreat, but instead swung the knife forward desperately while the demon sword and ghost were too old.

Covered with armed and domineering sailor's scimitar, brazenly slashed Adrian's legs.

"God avoid!"

If Adrian took a small step back at this time, he would naturally be able to avoid this once powerful move.

But he just lifted his right leg, and the warm and jade-like armed color instantly covered the sole of his right foot.

There is no room for hair.

Adrian kicked Shanks’ sailor's scimitar and stepped it directly on the deck, causing the surrounding wooden boards to crack slightly.

"what?!"

Shanks’ pupils shrank violently and raised his head in shock.

However, it came oncoming again.

is a leather shoe sole that is constantly enlarged!

Snapped!

accompanied by a warm nosebleed gushing out.

Shanks, with black shoe prints on his face, was kicked directly by Adrian, and only after his body rolled on the deck for several laps, he could figure out the direction of east, west, south, and north.

shook his head and stood up, Shanks still felt that the foreground of his eyes seemed to be blurred and overlapping.

He first stretched out his finger and wiped the blood under his nose.

Waiting to recover some, Shanks looked at Adrian again, gritted his teeth and said: "Come again!"

"Yes?"

In the palm of Adrian's hand, a spiritual pressure whip was once again condensed, and it slammed on Shanks' body with a snap.

"Failed the second time, Shanks."

Shanks once again felt the familiar double pain, blooming from the soul and body at the same time.

He roared and rushed up again.

He snorted and flew out again.

"……"

"……"

"It failed the 44th time, Shanks."

Huhu——

Shanks was lying on his back on the deck of the Mingyuan. The original round-necked short-sleeved shirt had become a beggar's outfit. His chest was undulating violently like a blower. He was panting heavily, almost exhausted.

"Adrian! What do you like about me! Can't I change it!"

"Handyman, is this your entry statement?"

Although it is four shifts, it is still 10,000 per day.

I hope there will be a fifth update later.

(End of this chapter)