Pirate: I Loaded The Game Panel

"So you think I'm asking for your opinion?"

"Um?"

Shanks blinked, quietly opened his right leg, and took a small step back as if nothing had happened.

"You are inviting me, aren't you?"

Adrian showed a gentle smile that was harmless to humans and animals.

He raised his right hand, and along with a wave of ripples, the demon sword, the second generation Guiche, was pulled out of the void and held in his hand.

"That was indeed the tone of your inquiry just now, wasn't it?"

At the same time that Shanks asked nervously, he took another step back with his left leg.

"Before you become a pirate captain, let's work as a handyman for a while."

Adrian chuckled lightly and swung his sword up.

"I have been a trainee crew member for more than ten years!"

"Do you know how I have lived these ten years?!"

"I'm going to be the captain of the pirates now!"

Shanks argued a few times, and finally stopped backing down.

At the same time, a sharp meaning flashed in his eyes, and he also drew out the saber from his waist and faced the demon sword in Adrian's hand.

clang!

At the moment when the ghost sword Guiche exuding a faint breath collided with the ordinary sailor's machete, a crisp sound suddenly sounded.

Shanks' arm trembled slightly, and he gasped.

"This guy is so powerful!"

The white ghost in front of him is not much different in size and height, but when the demon knife in the opponent's hand slashes over, the strength contained in the knife is unstoppable like a landslide.

clang clang!

The demon sword Guiche collided with the sailor's machete several times, and the crisp and passionate sound of gold and iron clashing continuously exploded in the air.

But in just two breaths, Shanks was already at a disadvantage.

"As expected of a monster rookie with a bounty of more than 1.6 billion Baileys!"

Shanks sweated slightly on his forehead, and his breath was a little unstable, but he didn't panic too much.

An enemy more powerful than the White Ghost, Shanks had seen a lot when he was on Roger's ship, and he had also seen many swordsmen who were much more powerful than the White Ghost.

not to mention……

"I'm afraid the white ghost is just playing around..."

Looking at Adrian with a calm expression, Shanks gritted his teeth slightly, the other party's behavior was clearly not looking at him.

but……

What kind of adult would be angry with a child?

Adrian was in a relaxed mood. He tapped the deck with his toes, and shook his wrist slightly as he rushed forward. The demon knife slashed towards Shanks' left shoulder blade from top to bottom.

Shanks was holding the handle of the sailor's machete, holding the blade of the demon knife from bottom to top.

However, unexpectedly, the demon knife Guiche suddenly rolled over, the angle shifted, and the blade slashed along the edge of the sailor's machete, slashing directly to the unprotected knife.

"Let go!"

Shanks' pupils shrank slightly, and he made a decisive decision, abandoning the long knife in his hand to save his wrist.

The sailor's scimitar was picked up by the ghost and flew into the air, and after flipping in the air for a few times, it fell diagonally.

Originally Shanks thought his long knife would go straight through the deck.

But I didn't expect the sound of "Tuk", and the tip of the sailor's machete hit the wooden plank made of the branches of the red branches of the Alchiman, but only made a shallow mark, and then flattened with a snap. Lie down on the deck.

at this time.

With a wave of Adrian's left hand, the majestic spiritual pressure in the palm of his hand instantly converged, condensing into a pale white whip emitting a gleaming white light.

He shook his wrist, and with the whistling wind, the pale white whip cut through the air and slashed directly to where Shanks was standing.

A faint red light flashed in Shanks' pupils, and the domineering look turned on, clearly predicting the movement trajectory of the spiritual pressure whip.

Then, his feet burst out with strength, and he swooped to the right, hoping to escape the lash of the long whip.

Want to avoid 'punishment' so easily?

The little chores I booked?

The corner of Adrian's mouth was smiling, the palm of his left hand exerted a little force, and the Reiatsu long whip suddenly jumped out several meters of extra length, and quickly extended to Shanks' position with lightning speed.

Snapped!

Like a thunderclap, the Reinforcement whip slammed on Shanks' body, pulling out a long tear on the white and green striped round-neck short sleeves on his upper body. Below the hole was the rapidly congested and bulging skin. Whip prints.

"hiss--"

Shanks gritted his teeth and couldn't help gasping for breath.

This spiritual pressure long whip not only hit his body, but also seemed to have caused his spirit to be whipped with the same degree of force.

The pain that was like tearing quickly spread from the scar where the Reiatsu long whip was drawn.

"It's your punishment for dropping the knife and failing, Shanks."

Adrian rolled up the whip, manipulated it to wrap around the sailor's machete that fell on the deck, and threw it back in front of Shanks.

"Now, pick up the knife and come again."

Adrian dissipated the Reiatsu long whip in his hand, and raised the demon sword in his right hand, Guiche, with the tip pointing to Shanks' position.

What should I do if the reservists I fancy are disobedient?

Simple.

Just get dressed!

Even the superficial uniform is fine.

Shanks was silent, and reached out to touch the new dress that Miss McGonagall sewed for him.

Even when he was just fighting the King of the Sea, he deliberately paid attention not to let the King of the Sea's dirty things stick to this precious new clothes, but at this time it was pulled out by the white ghost with a long hole!

Shanks suddenly raised his head, and under his extremely cold eyes, there was a surging anger buried in it.

"Nice look."

Adrian nodded slightly and commented casually.

"I'm going to get serious, White Ghost!"

After Shanks threw out these words coldly, he bent down and picked up the sailor's machete on the deck.

At this time, he had not yet encountered the famous western sword "Griffin", which was famous for its beauty. This sailor's machete was obtained from the blacksmith uncle in Brive Village!

After the collision with the second generation Guitou just now, there has been a small gap in the blade of this sailor's machete.

Shanks looked at the weapon with some distress, and then clenched his right hand tightly, and the dark and rich armed color domineering emerged from his palm, covering all the blade of the sailor's scimitar.

The next moment, Shanks kicked off the ground and sprinted towards Adrian at a speed that was almost invisible.

And the sailor's machete on his right hand also slashed towards Adrian's left arm with a chilling breath.

Adrian raised his hand lightly, and the blade of the demon knife slashed towards Shanks, forcing him to twist his waist in the air and forcibly roll over to the ground.

But before Shanks could catch his breath, he rolled back and got up.

The demon sword Guiche had already slashed head-on, and Shanks couldn't avoid it. A long and shallow wound was drawn on the right cheek, and the dark red blood continued to seep out.

But this is the moment.

Instead of retreating, Shanks swung forward desperately, taking advantage of the demon's old sword.

The sailor's machete, covered with a domineering armed color, slashed at Adrian's legs.

"God avoid!"

If Adrian took a small step back at this time, he would naturally be able to avoid this move that once shook the sea.

But he just raised his right leg, and the warm and jade-like armament color instantly covered the sole of his right foot.

When time is not available.

Adrian kicked Shanks' sailor's machete and stepped on it directly on the deck, causing the surrounding boards to crack slightly.

"what?!"

Shanks' pupils contracted violently, and he raised his head in shock.

However, it came again.

It is a leather shoe sole that is constantly enlarged!

Snapped!

It was accompanied by a warm nosebleed.

Shanks, who had black shoe prints on his face, was directly kicked by Adrian. After rolling around on the deck for several times, he could figure out the direction of east, west, north and south.

Shaking his head and standing up, Shanks still felt that the scene in front of him was blurred and overlapped.

He first stretched out his fingers and wiped the blood from under his nose.

After some recovery, Shanks looked at Adrian again, gritted his teeth and said, "Come again!"

"yes?"

In Adrian's palm, a Reiatsu long whip condensed again, and it slapped Shanks on the body.

"Failed the second time, Shanks."

Shanks felt the familiar double pain again, blooming from both soul and body at the same time.

He roared angrily and rushed up again.

He groaned and flew out again.

"..."

"..."

"Failed for the 44th time, Shanks."

Huhu——

Shanks was lying on his back on the deck of the Deep Abyss, his original round-neck short-sleeved top had turned into a beggar's suit, his chest was undulating violently like a blower, and he was breathing heavily, almost exhausted.

"Adrian! What do you like about me! Can't I change it!"

"Headman, is this your induction statement?"

Although it is four shifts, it is still 10,000 days.

Hopefully there will be a fifth update soon.