One Piece: Starting with just a sword, the crew relies entirely on slashing.

The old man found Wang Zhe and the other two's reactions amusing and was immediately seized by a playful impulse. He instantly covered his arms with Armament Haki and unleashed a powerful burst of Conqueror's Haki.

Under this imposing aura, Wang Zhe and the others instantly tensed up, as if they were being targeted by a ferocious beast. As for the four people, A, B, C, and D, they were already drenched in sweat, constantly gritting their teeth and resisting.

Suddenly, the aura vanished, seemingly slowly coalescing on the old man's arm, gradually forming crackling black lightning. The mysterious old man clenched his fist and slowly raised it, looking so weak and powerless, yet the surrounding space seemed to be compressed, making it suffocating.

"Hahahaha, you little devils of the new era, feel the true Conqueror's Haki!" The old man laughed heartily, exerted force with his legs, and leaped high into the air. His originally slow fist suddenly swung out like a cannonball, making the air emit a sharp explosion.

Before Wang Zhe and Sikong Zhen could make a move, Meng Tian, ​​a veteran of many battles, subconsciously reacted and stepped forward without hesitation. He bent slightly, the end of his spear deeply embedded in the deck behind him, while his left shield was used to block in front of him with all his might.

"Rumble rumble rumble~"

A huge explosion and a series of collisions rang out. Meng Tian and his spear tore through the deck and were forced backward. Huge cracks appeared on the hull of the Zhishang, making it look like a dandelion swaying in the wind, as if it was about to disintegrate at any moment.

Seeing the crimson shield that lit up Meng Tian's body, the old man's smile deepened. He became even more interested in Wang Zhe and his group. "Things seem to be getting more interesting. Is it alright, little fellow?"

"Fight to the death, never retreat..."

Meng Tian gritted his teeth and replied. At this moment, his blood was surging, and he was feeling very unwell, having lost most of his strength. If he hadn't activated Blood Demon's Wrath beforehand, he would probably have suffered serious injuries.

The old man laughed heartily again, "Haha! Let's go again!" As he spoke, he swung his fist again, attacking Meng Tian like an arrow released from a bow.

Just as Meng Tian was about to grit his teeth and continue to resist, Sikong Zhen stepped forward.

"Yin and Yang clash, thunder shakes a thousand miles!" Sikong Zhen directly activated Thunderous Might, using his invincible body to block the old man's attack in mid-air, and then instantly used Thunderclap to teleport in front of the old man, continuously launching elbow strikes.

"disease"

"Following the thunder and lightning"

"Using force to control force"

"Thunderbolts Through the Sky"

Faced with Sikong Zhen's bizarre resistance and a series of elbow strikes, the old man, while admiring the attack, also felt immense pressure, constantly swinging his fists to defend.

"Where thunder strikes, the winds and clouds will surely change."

Sikong Zhen found an opening and seized the opportunity to unleash a barrage of lightning strikes, blasting the old man back a distance.

As the attack landed, Sikong Zhen gasped for breath. Although the bonus from the six divine equipment made his attack extremely destructive and powerful, he could not sustain it for long since he had only reached level four.

The old man on the other side was also in a bad mood. His hair was standing on end from the electric shock, and his clothes were tattered, with only his shorts remaining intact. The old man did not feel embarrassed. Looking at Sikong Zhen's condition, the smile in his eyes became even stronger.

"You brats are truly terrifying. In terms of attack power alone, you're already on par with those three little monsters. It's just a pity; young people need to train more, hahaha."

"Don't worry, the old man is just a little bored. You should take a rest."

"Hey, you over there with the sword, what's with that look in your eyes? Do you want to dance too?" The old man said with a rather teasing tone, looking at Wang Zhe's sullen expression.

"It was just a small defeat..." Sikong Zhen was almost exhausted and felt somewhat unwilling.

Wang Zhe, who was initially very nervous, relaxed after hearing the old man's words, though the old man's tone still made him somewhat displeased.

"Senior, do you think you're some kind of tyrant? In that case, I'd like to see how you make me dance." As Wang Zhe spoke, he gathered the power of thunder in his legs and, mimicking Lao Da's lightning-fast dash, rushed towards the old man at lightning speed. The famous sword Siming in his hand instantly burst into a blazing light, which was the passive effect of the Grandmaster's Power that was triggered.

As the distance drew closer, Wang Zhe mobilized almost all his strength, and his famous sword, Siming, slashed fiercely at the old man.

Although no Armament Haki was used, the old man still sensed the extraordinary nature of the attack thanks to his powerful Observation Haki. He felt a deadly danger and dared not be careless. He mobilized all his Armament Haki to gather in his arms to defend himself, and even added Conqueror's Haki to his arms.

"Clang!"

"Tingling—"

The sounds of metal clashing and the crisp, melodious cracking of metal rang out one after another, and Wang Zhe and the old man were both forced back.

"Nani? Masaka!" The old man's expression was one of shock. He could clearly sense that Wang Zhe's attack hadn't used any domineering aura. Yet, a gruesome wound had appeared on his arm, and a trickle of blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth. His aura had also weakened, but at this moment, he felt no negative emotions, only fervent joy. His gaze towards Wang Zhe shone with an eerie light, as if he were looking at a priceless treasure.

On the other side, Wang Zhe also retreated rapidly, but he felt good overall. His hands were sore and numb, and he also had some pain. This was because he was essentially killed at full health, and the activation of the Famous Blade was equivalent to being revived at full health.

While secretly delighted, Wang Zhe couldn't help but complain inwardly after feeling the pain in his body, "Damn it, what's going on? Did this old man build a Thornmail? Are you kidding me? I can't even take him down with my armor penetration and critical hits. Luckily, I have the Blade of Despair."

The pain in his body and the numbness in his hands intensified, and Wang Zhe's hands began to tremble, but he quickly stopped it, after all, he was only at level four at this point.

Although it had been confirmed that the old man did not have much ill intentions, one should not be complacent. With this in mind, Wang Zhe once again raised the famous sword Siming with difficulty, bluffing.

"I could spend the whole day with you."

The old man looked somewhat taken aback upon hearing this; how could he not have noticed Wang Zhe's condition? Although he was in a rather bad state, he was still in a playful mood, his smile returning as he waved his hand.

"Put some effort into it, I can manage."

Wang Zhe felt a little embarrassed. Although he wanted to shout, "I've never seen such a request in my life!" and then slash with his knife, the pain in his body and the numbness in his hands seemed to be telling him, "I can't do it!"

Seeing the old man's disheveled appearance, Wang Zhe decided to put on an act for a while longer, a provocative smile appearing on his lips.

"You think you're the Fire Cloud Evil God?! You really like cosplay, senior? This is One Piece! Show me your Garp impersonation skills, are you even from my hometown?"

"Imperial Jade Liquor?"

"Odd changes, even remains the same?"

"Do you love the way you refuse to kneel?"

The old man's words reminded Wang Zhe of characters from some movies and TV shows before he traveled back in time, so he asked a long string of coded questions.

In the air not far away, two old men who had already arrived near the battlefield were having a heated discussion.

The dark-skinned old man looked furious. "That old bastard! What a promising talent! He beat him senseless like that. I'm going to teach him a lesson this time!"

The fair-skinned old man quickly rubbed his forehead and tried to dissuade him, "Why are you still so impulsive? That old guy knows what he's doing. I really don't understand you two. How come you're still the same after all these years? It's really a headache."