I guarded Impel Down for a hundred years in the pirate world.

Now everyone's physique is what ignites the flame. Even if he believes Figo is still stronger than him, the gap won't be as big as before. Figo alone probably can't defeat a sword saint in a short time. When the second sword saint arrives, things could easily change.

But then Roger heard another rumbling sound! This time, the sound came from a small hill a hundred meters high in the distance, and that hill was rapidly collapsing and disintegrating!

The reason for the collapse was that a figure shot into it like lightning!

"Oh, from a small place."

Roger, who was still trying to figure out what was going on, suddenly heard Ana let out a cold snort.

Chapter 150 Figo Now

The clouds and fog in the sky dissipated.

Only Figo remained standing.

No, it can't be that bad, can it?!

When they finally understood what was going on, the Roger Pirates' jaws nearly dropped.

The very first clash was enough to determine who was stronger? Roger quickly calculated in his mind. The Eight-Armed Sword Saint's strength was probably comparable to his own. If he could be easily defeated by Grandpa Figo, it would mean that his 16 years of adventure had been in vain.

The memory of being 'bullied' by Figo, who was posing as the king of the three races, resurfaced in my mind. Could it be that after all these years, the gap is still so large?

Did the Eight-Armed Sword Saint get careless?!

The swordsman disciples in their flowing white robes shared the same thought, calling out in alarm for their master.

Immediately following, a deafening explosion rang out, and the collapsed hill was shattered. They were overjoyed to see Sword Saint Guansuo take flight again, but the next second their hearts sank deeply.

"Retreat! Ask your master for help!"

With a hint of surprise on his face, the Eight-Armed Sword Saint issued the command. The next instant, Figo appeared above him, delivering the same kick that clashed with his six swords, sending the Eight-Armed Sword Saint flying straight down!

Boom—A bottomless abyss-like crack spread, and the earth within a radius of several miles trembled and shook!

The Eight-Armed Sword Saint plunged dozens of meters into the ground, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his face showed even greater shock.

Where did this guy come from? His six arms are nowhere near as strong as his one leg?!

And the terrifying toughness of this weaponry... has it already ignited a second flame?!

Both of them lit lamps with their bodies, but he and that guy in the straw hat were practically not the same kind of creatures!

Of course, lighting a lamp is not the same as lighting a lamp. Lighting 700,000 physiques is lighting a lamp, and lighting 1.7 million physiques is also lighting a lamp!

Physical fitness: 1743568

Level 6, Starry Night Lamp!

For the giants, whose average lifespan is 350 years, 100 years old is just the beginning of their maturity. Although the rewards for capturing them have decreased significantly in recent years, this growth and development alone can bring an increase of about 30 to Figo's already huge population!

And it's not just about physical fitness.

Armament Haki: 924443

Level 5, Top-tier Armament Haki user (Can ignite lamps, 71% success rate; Armament Haki randomly decreases by 0-29 upon failure to ignite).

After his physique was ignited, Figo was able to train and improve his physical abilities, such as Armament Haki, from a high level. In addition, the redundant physical enhancement brought by his N-rank and R-rank was also used by Figo to train his Armament Haki. He is very close to rank 6!

However, when one's physical strength reaches 92, the success rate of lighting the lamp is already 96%, while the success rate of Armament Haki is only 71%. Obviously, lighting the second lamp is much more difficult than lighting the first one, and it is also somewhat related to the physical strength of the first lamp.

Therefore, Figo has not yet attempted to ignite the second lamp of Armament Haki, prioritizing a cautious approach.

But the current intensity is sufficient.

Physical fitness and weaponry have the greatest cumulative increase.

One plus one equals more than ten!

After killing Im, he spent another 36 years in Qinghai before finally entering the starry sky. He tested his skills against a Star Sea Sword Saint and was quite satisfied with the result. He flexed his wrists in the air and then chuckled as he pounced on the Eight-Armed Sword Saint on the ground.

The Eight-Armed Sword Saint had stood up and looked at Figo's figure with a hint of fear.

Don't come any closer!

But as the two drew near, the Eight-Armed Sword Saint's fear suddenly subsided, and he once again unleashed the sharpness of his towering sword, drawing out the last two swords!

A guy who only knows how to panic when facing a powerful enemy can never become a sword saint. The fear just now was partly genuine surprise, but more of it was a tactic to lure the enemy.

Even if you can see the difference in skill, you must not easily admit defeat; that is the spirit of a swordsman!

'Eight Swords Style - Thundercloud Storm!'

Of the last two swords drawn, one was enveloped in lightning, and the other in a hurricane. As the other six swords were swung, the power of the lightning and the hurricane suddenly expanded. Blazing plasma swirled upwards with the gale, seemingly capable of turning everything to dust; the surrounding soil was scorched, the air twisted, and it surged toward the approaching Figo!

At the same time, two childish voices rang in Figo's ears: 'Daddy, Daddy...'

Are you using us to fight again?

'Could you please not put us back in our sheaths? It's so dark...'

'How silly, you're afraid of the dark...'

Is this the Sword Spirit Blade? Or are these two demon children? Figo wondered to himself.

His right sleeve suddenly burst open, and his arm expanded to over ten meters long and several meters thick in an instant. His massive muscles bulged out and were enveloped in an armor color that resembled flowing imperial fire, shattering the air.

It also broke through the oncoming thundercloud storm!

"Murloc Arm - Giant's Hammer!"

The unparalleled power penetrated everything, and the fear of the Eight-Armed Sword Saint was crushed back onto his face!

The surrounding mud and sand surged like lava, and the land within a radius of a hundred miles trembled and shook in unison, like a magnitude 10 earthquake, or like the continent was about to sink!

The fist, larger than a human, carried the Eight-Armed Sword Saint straight down hundreds of meters into the ground, spraying blood all the way, bones breaking continuously. The Eight-Armed Sword Saint, whose swordsmanship could ignite the flames, only had a physique of three to four hundred thousand. Apart from his attack power, he was not much more durable than a general-level swordsman. His sword moves were easily broken, and he was even less able to withstand Figo's nearly full-force fist!

When the force of the fist finally subsided, the eight-armed swordsman embedded in the mud was almost as limp as mud, exhaling more than he inhaling!

Six knives lay scattered on the ground.

Meanwhile, the two sword spirit blades hovered in the air, spontaneously and continuously attacking Figo.

The hilts of the two knives also depict the outlines of human faces, a boy and a girl.

"It hurts, it hurts so much..."

Stay away from Dad!

Waaaaah, I'm so scared...

Don't cry, Xiaofeng!

"The mind of a four or five-year-old?" Figo swung his arm to open the two knives, and seeing them flying and slashing at him relentlessly again, a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes.

"The power of the demon race!"

A demonic aura emanated from Figo, and the two swords paused in mid-air with a soft "hmm." Figo seized the opportunity to grab the two scabbards and insert them into the swords.

The sound disappeared immediately.

"Who...who are you?!" The eight-armed sword saint, his aura waning, swallowed a mouthful of blood and finally murmured a sentence.

"Nobody, just someone from a small town."

Figo offered the same explanation, walking over to him and hanging a chain on one of his wrists. He then brandished the two captured sword spirit blades: "As a swordsman, wouldn't turning a demon child into a blade affect your swordsman's will?"

Guan Suo coughed twice, closed his eyes, and didn't try to deny it. He simply said, "You're actually... someone who sympathizes with other races? Unlike other races, the demon race is the only one who can't be considered human..."

"I see." Figo didn't say anything more.

"A small place." At the edge of this bottomless pit, Ana looked down and murmured to herself, a thoughtful look flashing in her eyes. This guy was even stronger than she had expected.

Perhaps... we can borrow his power?

Chapter 151 The Ancestral Sword

[Prisoner: Observation]

[Rank: UR2]

[Status: Detained]

Crime Index: 342

[Participation rate in the arrest: 100%]

[Optional Benefits: Swordsmanship, Illusory Fire, Teaching, Forging, Mind Network, Flying Boat Control, Currency Printing]

[Character Events: ...]

Figo unlocked the chains, but before he could even choose a reward, his brow suddenly twitched.

Another one?

Within the range of his Observation Haki, another figure of considerable strength, comparable to the Eight-Armed Sword Saint, appeared. Presumably, this was another Sword Saint who had received the news and come to ambush Roger. This was truly…

Meituan Waimai, delivered right to your door!

He unlocked the chains, grabbed the unconscious Eight-Armed Sword Saint with one hand and gathered two sword spirit blades in the other, and flew straight up.

Roger had already gone after the elite disciples of the Eight-Armed Sword Saint, while the rest of the Roger Pirates stood in mid-air, excited and awestruck. Although Figo's performance made them feel that their adventures of the past decade or so had been in vain, the fact that the World King, also from the Blue Sea, was so powerful filled them with pride!

"Here you go!" After tossing the Eight-Armed Sword Saint and the two Sword Spirit Blades to Jaba and the others, Figo turned to the direction from which the other Sword Saint had flown, and then vaguely felt that he had forgotten something.

By the way, where's Ana?

Huh? Why are you stealing monsters?!

The second of the three sword saints, the Cloud Piercing Sword Saint Moisang, is speeding towards us from the distance. He and the Eight-Armed Sword Saint are both disciples of the Supreme Sword Saint Dimis of the Sword Star, and their strength is comparable. However, he is a pure human and only uses a sword!

He had already sensed the shockwaves from Figo's battle with the Eight-Armed Sword Saint. Knowing that Roger, whom they were chasing, did not possess such power, he was filled with suspicion and quickened his pace, shaking off his disciples.

Just as they were getting close to the battlefield, the fighting stopped. Just as they were wondering what was going on, a strange woman suddenly appeared in front of them!

With her long, black hair flowing, Ana, hovering in front of the Cloud Piercing Sword Saint, stretched out her right hand straight to his face. The Cloud Piercing Sword Saint's eyes sharpened, and he drew his sword, but suddenly he was momentarily stunned.

As a sword saint, he had forgotten how to draw his sword!

"Once forgotten, all is gone."

boom--

Ana slapped him squarely across the face, and amidst the splatter of blood, Moisan shot straight into the ground!

The pain jolted him awake, and Moisanne was shocked: "What kind of ability is this?!"

At the same time, his sword finally struck out, and a full moon rose into the sky, passing over Ana's body. With its remaining force, it shattered the sky!