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

He condensed the sword energy, which could spread for thousands of miles, into a deep white line with extremely dangerous sharpness, and it collided with Figo's giant fist!

It cleaved through the flowing Armament Haki of the Emperor's Flame! It pierced through tough flesh! It pierced into Figo's bones!

Blood splattered everywhere, but Figo remained unfazed, his arm trembling: 'The power of the Longarm Tribe.'

Suddenly, a second joint sprouted from his massive, thick arm, twisting eerily to dodge the sword energy before it could penetrate further. From the side, it slammed into the unsuspecting Demis's face with a thunderous roar! Blood and teeth splattered as Demis was sent flying, only to be stomped on by a gigantic foot mid-air!

Boom—

The sound of bones shattering rang out!

Countless thunder spheres exploded in the void, causing the surrounding hills to collapse and plunge Demis into the abyss.

Figo followed closely behind.

Thunderclaps continued!

A moment later, Demis's furious roar echoed through the sky: "Where did you come from?! There is no barbarian like you in the Eastern Universe Sea!"

……

'He's from a small town.'

A thought suddenly popped into Ana's mind, but she almost didn't say it aloud.

Her expression turned strange for a moment, then she changed the subject and explained: "This is why the king who ignites the flame with his body is considered the strongest among the conventional ways of igniting flames. Although Demis's swordsmanship is clearly at a similar level to his body, he is firmly suppressed when they fight, and all kinds of sword moves are useless against him."

There's a saying that when facing a physical powerhouse one-on-one, if your strength isn't at least one level above theirs, the sooner you run away, the better. You'll always get injured and exhausted before they do, and you can't win a prolonged battle.

Compared to you, you're a disgrace to the king of physique. With your innate talent, you shouldn't have used your body to ignite; even using domineering energy might have made you stronger.

Roger chuckled dryly. "What can I do? Besides, I've been practicing 'illusory fire' for 10 years and my body can ignite flames. I should be alright, right? Of course, I can't compare to old man Figo..."

"Didn't he teach you those strange martial arts techniques?" Ana asked again, waving her arms to make the shockwave in front of her forget about them.

“It’s something we can’t learn,” Roger said.

Ana nodded slightly, not surprised.

The technique of simulating alien attack methods was too bizarre; she had never heard of it in her decades of wandering the stars, and Demis was clearly not on guard.

But that's all...

"Dimis is different from the other two. He also lit the lamps on his body the second time. He is very durable. If this continues, it will take several days to determine the winner. The demons could come at any time, and Dimis may also flee to the starry sky at any time."

Although you are a disgrace to the physical kings, you are still capable of intervening in their battle. If you seize the right opportunity, a single strike can influence the course of the war.

"Such a sharp tongue, constantly hurling insults. The old healer Ana was much easier to get along with." Roger coughed and exchanged glances with Jabba and the others beside him.

"Uh, I don't think it's necessary."

Ana: "Hmm?"

"The old man probably hasn't taken it seriously yet."

"……Um?!"

Roger reached up and scratched his forehead. Those who knew Figo well knew that for Figo, who could disguise himself as the king of the three races, transformation was just a basic skill.

That shouldn't be considered a skill, it's just a normal attack, and as for skills... it seems like I haven't used them much yet?

……

Having taken precautions, Demis severed the giant leg that had grown two joints, and stood amidst the rubble, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

His white sword robe was stained black with mud, just like Demis's gloomy face.

Giants, fish-men, long-armed people, long-legged people, furry people... with so many unique races, what exactly is this thing?!

However, as Ana said, he is, after all, a king whose body can ignite the flames, extremely durable, and capable of self-healing. Even if he has just been beaten crooked and had his teeth knocked out, he can grow them back, only consuming a little energy, so he is not worried now.

I just feel a little suffocated.

Shouldn't most barbarians with physiques like that be conscripted by the Celestial Dragons to fight against the demons? How come there's one here?!

And it's the Celestial Phenomenon Sword!

I'll show you what true swordsmanship is!

The longsword whistled as it sliced ​​through the air, leaving several afterimages in the sky, as if one had multiplied into ten, before Demis made a horizontal cut.

In an instant, a chessboard appeared, and the sword shadows and sword intents that were condensed and did not disperse merged and expanded, flying out with Demis's third slash!

'A barrage of swords!' A net of slicing sword energy enveloped Figo, who was charging from afar, its momentum seemingly tearing through space, aiming to shred Figo!

Figo's right arm swelled up once again.

We've pretty much tested the flexible application of racial power in actual combat, so what's next...?

'The Giant's Arm.'

'The Ninth Form of the Six Styles - Cannon Fist!'

boom--

This time, Figo did not directly clash with the sword energy with his fist. Instead, he used his unique technique to send a solid rectangular shockwave out from the huge fist.

Unlike a regular punch striking a cannon punch.

That small rectangular shockwave was incomparable to the pressure it could exert in giant form!

The pillar of light, several meters long and wide, looked powerful and indeed was, perfectly showcasing Figo's immense strength!

The massive shockwave and sword energy collided, easily annihilating Demis's killing move.

Demis's second sword strike still needs to gather power.

Figo, however, was able to throw another punch!

Cannon Fist! Cannon Fist! Cannon Fist barrage!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Impossible?! Such a huge fist can actually unleash such an attack?! And even fire it in rapid succession?!

Demis raised his sword to block the attacks, but the shockwaves carried him as he blasted down mountain after mountain. He was suppressed by the relentless attacks and unable to move!

After dozens of punches, Figo clenched his fists tighter, and there were changes in his arms.

Fishmen, Giants.

Bloodline fusion, the arm of the fish giant!

Fishman's Arm - Tenfold Cannon Punch!

boom--

The dazzling shockwave destroyed everything!

In one fell swoop, the mountains and terrain stretching for hundreds of miles ahead were flattened! At the center of the impact, Demis's eyes bulged out, he screamed, vomited a mouthful of blood, and suffered numerous broken bones. He was almost unconscious from being crushed by the indescribable terrifying force!

The sky spun deeply inward, and the cumulonimbus clouds were washed away completely!

Figo, who was chasing after Demis, casually brandished his sword in the air twice, causing the thunderclouds to reassemble.

Why not try integrating the fur-bearing tribes as well?

The arm of the furfish giant.

Ten times the power - Lightning Cannon Fist!

Crack! A thunderbolt struck, turning Demis's face as pale as his white hair!

Then play the music, then dance!

Chapter 156 Being a Swordsman

Sword God Mountain Dojo.

The aftershocks of the battle, hundreds of kilometers away, continued to affect this place. Even though Demis's disciples and grand-disciples kept trying to salvage the situation, half of the dojo had already collapsed.

Anyway, the apprentices have already been evacuated.

They simply gave up, floating high in the sky, watching the battle in the distance with awe. The battle was so intense; was that Celestial Swordsman really a swordsman on the same level as the Sword Saint?!

Only a few swordsmen with the eighth rank of swordsmanship, close to the level of sword saint, looked in that direction with a slightly puzzled expression. They felt that the collision did not seem like a battle between two swordsmen. Could it be that the Celestial Phenomenon Swordsman was skilled in using a broadsword? But the one he was carrying was not it.

"Hmm, it seems to be moving this way?"

One of the swordsmen suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

The others immediately realized that the battlefield was indeed gradually shifting towards them, and their expressions changed slightly.

"What... should we do?"

"How could the Sword Saint allow the battlefield to shift this way? The Celestial Swordsman who volunteered to fight over there doesn't seem to be the type..."

Two minutes later, a piercing scream finally made them understand the reason!

"Nicole! Nicole! Help Grandpa!"

"...It's the Sword Saint?!"

The group exchanged glances, their faces turning deathly pale.

Is the Sword Saint at a disadvantage?

Even... how could that be?!

Who is Nicole?

Soon, a blood-red blade flew out from the collapsed dojo and shot past, making it clear to the swordsmen who Demis was calling for.

Is Nicole the name of Blade & Soul?

But why didn't the Sword Saint carry it with him before, but instead... is calling for it now?

Their hearts sank.

Silence fell, and no one could utter a word.

……

In the distance, amidst the collapsed mountain peaks.

Demis's robes were completely shattered, and like Figo, he was naked from the waist up, his body stained with blood. He was breathing heavily, trembling as he warily watched Figo, and then vomited a mouthful of blood.

This means that his physical strength, which has been ignited, is no longer able to keep up with the development of his injuries, and he has suffered a severe injury that is difficult to heal in a short period of time!