Chapter 8: Swing the Sword!

The warm sea breeze blew Fu Zhi's hair, under the sun, Fu Zhi was naked, and the sweat gathered into streams, sliding from Fu Zhi's marble-like muscle texture, and the brilliant skin exuded a bronze light under the sun, and the crystal sweat plated Fu Zhi's bronzed skin with a layer of fluorescence.

In Fu Zhi's hand, a black heavy sword with Fu Zhi's waist as thick as Fu Zhi's waist roared in the air, sending out gusts of wind. The black heavy sword in Fu Zhi's hand was very large, and according to Fu Zhi's observation, this black heavy sword was at least more than two meters and weighed between five hundred and eight hundred catties. Of course, this is just Fu Zhi's inference.

Shanks and Bucky are both twelve years old at this moment, a twelve-year-old child should generally be about one meter five, Fu Zhi's height is about the same as Shanks and Jabba, and from the perspective of appearance, the three of them should be the same age, this black giant sword is at least two heads taller than Fu Zhi, so Fu Zhi deduced that this black giant sword is at least two meters or more. And this giant sword is not the heaviest giant sword.

In Reilly's room, Fu Zhi even saw a two-meter-wide giant black sword, and when Fu Zhi thought of the two-meter-wide heavy sword, he couldn't help but think of what Reilly said to himself.

"There are eleven heavy swords here, one is heavier than the other, your task is to use the eleventh heavy sword flexibly, and when you can wield the eleventh heavy sword, I will teach you how to become a unique swordsman"

"Break? Master, this can't be, right? Fu Zhi was a little surprised by Rayleigh, swinging a sword, which is impossible in Fu Zhi's world, the sword itself is for faster attacks, so the sword is double-edged, which will greatly weaken the obstacles in the air, although the heavy sword is very dull, but in terms of quality, it is far superior to the thin sword. Swinging a sword is extremely incredible in Fu Zhi's eyes.

Rayleigh didn't speak, but walked to the giant sword that was two meters wide and at least seven or eight meters long, in front of the huge giant sword, Rayleigh's figure was so small, Fu Zhi stretched out his hand, and raised the heavy sword in front of him with only one hand, and then easily waved it twice in front of Fu Zhi, a strong and irresistible wind blew Fu Zhi directly, Rayleigh looked at Fu Zhi who was blown down again, and said disdainfully.

"Impossible? Look at it. A black light flashed in front of Fu Zhi, Fu Zhi couldn't even see what was happening in front of him, a strong sense of crisis suddenly came to his heart, and before Fu Zhi could react, a powerful force that made Fu Zhi desperate hit Fu Zhi from Fu Zhi's front.

"Bang! Thundered!! Fu Zhi slammed directly into the wall, and the wooden wall behind him let out a desperate scream under this force, and in less than a second, the palm-wide wall was reduced to pieces, and Fu Zhi fell into the sea with him.

A mouthful of blood spit out of Fu Zhi's mouth, and he looked at the Jackson in the distance with a pale face. There was a sharp pain in his internal organs, and at this moment, Fu Zhi felt as if he was about to die. Then, Reilly took Fu Zhi, who was like a dead dog, back to the room, which had been destroyed, and there was nothing in the whole room except for the huge scratches and the heavy swords.

There, Fu Zhi saw his first goal in the One Piece world! A broken sword that is much longer than Fu Zhi even in width, with a clear fracture, glowing with black iron, the cold aura that belongs to the heavy sword can be felt from afar.

When Fu Zhi left Reilly, his face was solemn, and he said word by word, "Leave this broken sword to me, I will, completely smash it!" ”

So from that day on, Fu Zhi had an extra heavy sword in his hand, there were no fancy moves, Fu Zhi's heavy sword only had one move, that is, - swing! In addition to eating and sleeping, Fu Zhi repeats an action every day, that is, swinging a sword.

On the first day, Fu Zhi's palms were ground into a bloody blur, and his arms were swollen as thick as his small legs, and he almost felt pain in his heart when he touched it. Even with Uncle Hua's treatment, Fu Zhi still hummed on the chuang all night.

The next day, Fu Zhiqiang endured the pain in his arm, and once again ground his palm into a bloody blur, and his arm was even more swollen.

On the third day, Fu Zhi was still continuing......

On the fourth day, Fu Zhi could barely use the heavy sword in his hand flexibly, but he was still far from being broken.

Day 5, Day 6, Day 7......

Until the fifteenth day, it was raining heavily outside the window, Bucky was lazily nestled in the quilt, quietly enjoying this rare leisure time, Shanks was doing some physical training in the room, and looked out the window from time to time,

Fu Zhi stood quietly in front of the storm alone, holding a one-meter heavy sword in his hand, although this length is too short for any adult, but for Fu Zhi, who is twelve years old and only one and a half meters tall, this is definitely a big guy.

Thunder and lightning shining in the sky, under the whistling wind and rain, Fu Zhi's figure is so small, around the Jackson, there are countless waves more than ten meters high, Fu Zhi's short figure is so small under the waves, in the wind and rain, Fu Zhi held the heavy sword in his hand with both hands, closed his eyes, as if an old monk was settled, quietly rooted on the deck of the Jackson.

Fu Zhi closed his eyes, ignoring the wind and rain in front of him, under the light of thunder, Fu Zhi's mind kept coming up with the hundreds of thousands of heavy swords he had swung in the past fifteen days. Fu Zhi's mind kept coming up with the heavy sword he had swung out.

Suddenly, Fu Zhi opened his eyes, and a huge wave more than ten meters high, like a whistling beast, roared in the sea, roaring and rushing towards the Jackson under Fu Zhi.

The giant sword in his hand flickered, his legs were as light and sensitive as a cunning rabbit, his cervical vertebrae were like a big dragon linking the entire body, and the heavy sword in his hand drew a jet-black light in the air.

"Bang!!" The huge wave in front of him was directly cut by the strong wind swung by the giant sword, looking at the huge wave that was cut off in front of him, Fu Zhi frowned, thought for a long time, and closed his eyes helplessly.

Is it speed? Fu Zhi asked himself incomprehensibly, but then he was denied by Fu Zhi, his sword completely coincided with the surrounding environment, and it was definitely the most suitable angle, the most suitable speed, and the most suitable strength in the environment just now, but why are all the conditions the most perfect, that is, to keep swinging this heavy sword?

Fu Zhi doesn't know, doesn't understand, why he does it so perfectly, but he keeps wielding this heavy sword, is it because he doesn't have enough grasp of the environment, or is his own perfection not perfect?

In the room, Roger and Reilly quietly looked at Fu Zhi who was contemplative on the deck, Roger drank rum, looked at Reilly with a calm face on the side, and asked curiously

"What do you think of that sword just now?"

"It's good, whether it's timing, or strength and speed, it's the right fit." A flash of approval flashed across Reilly's face.

"I think so too, to be honest, you have accepted a good apprentice, I am jealous" Roger took a sip of wine depressedly, fifteen days, without any killing, to be able to comprehend swordsmanship to such a realm, can be called a demon!

Looking at Fu Zhi outside the window, Roger's eyes flashed with a hint of hesitation that even Reilly didn't notice.

To kill, or not to kill!!