Chapter 9: Broken Sword!?

The rain was still falling, and the whole sea showed its anger vividly in this sudden storm, the howling wind, the huge waves that almost destroyed the ship.

Fu Zhi was like a straight javelin, quietly looking at the weather in front of him that seemed to destroy the world, and fell into deep thought.

Bucky was still asleep under the covers, and Shanks was helpless about the lazy guy. Truth be told, Bucky's talent is high, and his ability to split the fruit is also non-powerful, but it corresponds to the old saying "There is no such thing as the strongest fruit, only the most powerful." ”

Bucky, talented, lucky, everything, but, just lacks perseverance.

Putting down the heavy instrument in his hand, Shanks looked out the window at Fu Zhi, who was deep in thought, and a trace of deep jealousy flashed in his eyes. For the man outside, Shanks admired him very much, but he was more jealous. Fu Zhi's talent is very high, and Shanks has never seen a person's perception and potential so strong. It can be said that with Fu Zhi's talent alone, even if he eats and waits for death, his achievements in the future will be at least similar to Shanks himself. It's a hopeless talent.

You will never believe that the moves and techniques that others need years, or even decades to comprehend, can be fully mastered in the hands of Fu Zhi in just a day or two. Shanks still remembers the first time he saw Fu Zhi, when Fu Zhi was panicked and embarrassed, and that panicked look was so ridiculous.

However, only fifteen days later, this Fu Zhi, who could have been killed with a little bit of force by himself, was already able to fight with him, and it could make Shanks feel quite stressed. And Bucky, except for Fu Zhi's first day, successfully knocked down Fu Zhi, and from then on, in front of Fu Zhi, he will always be a defeated loser.

And what makes Shanks even more jealous is that Fu Zhi's perseverance, Shanks never thought that a person's training could reach such a terrifying level, like a robot that doesn't know tiredness, never stops, never gets tired.

Fu Zhi has to go to the infirmary at least three times a day for training, and each training requires weight contact. Every night Fu Zhi returned to the room with his scarred body, and there was never a night when Fu Zhi's body was intact. The overload of training made even Shanks, the "watchman", feel terrified.

Cruel to the enemy, not really fierce, the man who is cruel to himself is the most terrible man.

The rain hit Fu Zhi's face, looking at the waves on the sea.

"What should I do?" Fu Zhi looked at the heavy sword in his hand, frowned and fell into thought.

Raising his hand, he didn't need to watch at all, Fu Zhi could accurately smash a giant wolf that was about to rush onto the deck just by sensing the surrounding sea breeze.

Fu Zhi has practiced this level of swordsmanship thousands of times, but no matter how hard Fu Zhi tries, the heavy sword in his hand will always be so hard, without any sense of brokenness, but a feeling of becoming harder and sharper.

Looking at the roaring waves, Fu Zhi frowned, and waved the heavy sword in his hand irritably, a silver-white lightning slashed through the sky, the black heavy sword in Fu Zhi's hand seemed to have an incomparable sharpness at this moment, and several waves more than ten meters high were cut in half under this sword. The severed seawater, as if the duckweed without roots and stems, lost all its strength and fell from the sky to the deck.

Looking at the waves in front of him that were cut into two pieces and lost all power, Fu Zhi was stunned for a moment, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

The sea is an environment, a small world on its own. The waves are the most perfectly formed products created by the sea and the wind and rain. The waves are perfect for the great sea, and the sea is perfect for all the heavy swords that have been swung before.

There is nothing wrong with your own slash, it's not that your attack is not perfect, but that the angle is different, or the height is different.

If you want to wield the heavy sword in your hand, what you need is not to simply grasp the timing, but to destroy, to take yourself as the central point, you don't need to fit the surrounding environment, you don't need to grasp the timing of the moves, because we are equal, I don't owe you anything, so I don't need to change because of you.

All the assimilation, in fact, is a kind of assimilation, a kind of chronic assimilation, this is a very dangerous assimilation, you have to blend in, but you can't lose yourself, blend in, blend into the surroundings, blend into this storm, you will not be yourself, but this sky, you will become strong, but you can never become stronger, because your world has been blocked by yourself.

As the Zen master said: Look at the mountain is the mountain, look at the mountain is not the mountain, look at the mountain is the mountain.

Before Fu Zhi integrated into the surrounding environment, he saw that the mountains were the realm of mountains, which was just like when Fu Zhi had just stepped into the society, he desperately learned various means of survival, interpersonal communication, and constantly integrated into this society. In this realm, the mountains are mountains, because they can't understand it, because they can't see through it, so the mountains are still mountains.

Fu Zhi integrated into the surrounding environment, at this time, the mountain is no longer a mountain, which is equivalent to Fu Zhi's success in life, at that time he was already full-fledged, sleek, for interpersonal communication, all kinds of accidents, can do not be surprised, there is a world in his heart. At this time, the mountain is no longer a mountain, because I have become one with the mountain and have seen through. But at this time, is the mountain or yourself?

As for the third realm, the mountain is the mountain, jumping out of the blockade of the mountain and independent of the mountain. It is a state of mind similar to a third-person vision. Between integration and independence, in the face of anything, there is a kind of disconnection of oneself, with one's own judgment, and will not be disturbed by any external factors. What I want, is what I do.

In fact, the heavy sword in your hand can be broken at any time, the key is whether you want to smash it, and if you realize it, it will be broken, and you can't realize that even if the power is ten million times greater, it will still not shatter.

The waves hit again, this time, Fu Zhi still repeated the sword swing that he had practiced thousands of times before, and his grasp of the surrounding environment was almost the same as before, but Fu Zhi had a feeling that this time, this sword was going to break.

"Boom!!" A huge roar exploded on the sea, at this moment, this roar, even more than the thunder in the sky, on the right side of the Jackson, within a hundred meters, the choppy waves became calm in an instant, and the calm sea even reminded people of mirrors. But the calm sea lasted less than a second before it was disturbed by the tumbling waters beneath the surface.

The heavy sword in the "click" hand let out an imperceptible shen_yin, and then with a straight smile, it turned into pieces of iron.

In the captain's room, Roger looked at the broken iron under Fu Zhi's feet in shock, and his eyes suddenly became firm: "Reilly, I think this apprentice of yours can bring new air to this world under my last madness!" ”