The Kind Apophis

Points of light were cast in the bright lobby.

A man with a bun on his head, a scar at the corner of his eye, and wearing a dojo training uniform sat on his knees at the top, a sword placed across his knees, his eyes slightly closed, not reacting to the noisy commotion outside.

It wasn't until tiny footsteps sounded from far and near that the man in the lobby abruptly opened his eyes, his sharp gaze having the appearance of a fine mane leaping in the air.

"Sword of Thunder, Eric!" Apophis stood in the doorway, his tall form shielding him from the sun, giving him an invisible oppressive presence.

Eric grabbed the sword on the ground into his hands and looked at the scarlet pupils under his opponent's ghostly mask and also took a deep breath, "After waiting so many days, I almost thought you wouldn't find me. But now it seems that you didn't disappoint me, Red Swordsman, Apophis!"

Seeing Apophis silent and just standing there quietly, Eric's eyes narrowed. Was this arrogant guy looking down on him?

"Is it the track record in Paradise that's making you a little blind to reality? Apophis." Eric said in a deep voice, "You know, this is a New World, and guys like the ones in Paradise who call themselves swordsmen are here, but they're not even first-class swordsmen."

"Even they are both swordsmen. There is still a difference between the strong and the weak, between heaven and earth. You better ..."

"I know I'm so much better than you, but I won't let go of the water even if you can't stress it enough," Apophis interrupted coldly.

"Ahem ..." Eric nearly choked on his breath, "Are you playing dumb for me, asshole? I mean, I'm the strong one in this fight, and if you don't want to perish here, you'd better get the hell back to Paradise and play with your overgrown family!"

"Strong ..." Apophis said coldly as he lightly treads on the ground, "Ambushing and sneaking around underground doesn't look like the proper foundation of a strong man, does it?"

"How do you know ..." Eric turned pale and then said in a cold voice, "I don't know whether to praise your courage or despise your stupidity for not running when you found out!"

Said Eric, yelling at the top of his lungs, "Stop hiding and come out, all of you!"

Boom!

The floorboards exploded, and a steady stream of troops emerged, roughly estimated to be at least four or five hundred, crowding the empty lobby.

These new people appeared, either fierce or laughing, guns spinning in their hands as if the word "evil" was written on their faces.

"These guys, they don't look like they're from the dojo, do they?" Apophis asked softly.

Without waiting for Eric's answer, a large man with a cross face and a machete in his hand stepped out and said, "We're not as stupid as the slavers in Paradise who let you live free knowing you hate our line of work!"

"Since you're going to come to us sooner or later, we might as well be the ones to send you back to hell beforehand."

Another lady pirate with heavy makeup came out with a "coquettish smile" and said, "Moreover, it's your fault for being so ruthless and killing so many swordsmen. Otherwise, Sir Swordsman Thunderbolt wouldn't have risked his reputation to cooperate with us."

"Huh?" Eric snorted, "If you hadn't gone too far, I wouldn't have done such a disgraceful thing, and to hate, you'd hate yourself for being so cruel and atrocious!"

Apophis tilted his head. Most of the swordsmen he had killed had been misnamed losers who had let him have a little fun, and he had let them live.

After all, it's too much waste to harvest all the leeks in one wave of this thing.

Of course, such misunderstandings have always been too much for him to explain.

"No matter how much crap there is, it's still crap!" Apophis said indifferently.

"You think we're going to be like that bunch of trash in Paradise? We represent the true dark side of the sea! Asshole!"

"Do it and kill him. This arrogant stance is infuriating to look at!" The slaver with the machete said coldly.

The words fell away, and powerful fire poured down towards Apophis.

In this sea, firearms are always the best means of attack when the numbers are overwhelming.

Unless one has a body of steel like the BIG-MOM, no one can completely ignore the damage from guns, as strong as Whitebeard, who was still taking a lot of damage from guns in the War on the Best as usual.

However, the red mist suddenly oozed out around Apophis's body. After those bullets entered the range of the blood mist, as if they had experienced a long time, when they touched Apophis's body, they were already turned into a cloud of iron shavings and scattered in the wind.

If the previous sword potential was just the instinct of the soul hooking up the Seven Stars Sword, then after realizing the use of faith, Apophis had been able to manipulate his sword potential correctly.

Zoro was the Samsara Ghost, which cut off everything, then he was the monstrous sea of blood that corrupted everything.

"What the hell is this?" A bunch of slaver-recruited pirates was staring at him, Devil Fruit?

The blood mist around Apophis's body was spreading, an ominous substance that no one dared to contaminate at a glance, and the pirates retreated into the small space while firing nonstop.

Of course, these pirates were not without fear of death.

"Play God and watch me cut you off!" A few pirates hooted and rushed up, even taking the precaution of wrapping themselves in Busoshoku Haki.

One look at Apophis and he knew that their armed color was probably the weakest Busoshoku that Garp and Zephyr had mentioned. Still, they couldn't even resist the erosion of the blood mist, and by the time they ran to Apophis, they were nothing more than a pile of bones.

However, their performance backfired on those strong men in the slave ship, and it turned out that this bizarre thing could be defended with Busoshoku Haki!

Although the bastards ended badly, that was obviously because their Busoshoku training wasn't up to par, and if Busoshoku were strong enough, they would be able to get close enough to fight that guy.

However, someone got out faster than they did.

"Lightning - Breaking Evil!" As if to cheer himself up, Eric swung his sword with an explosion after covering his body with Busoshoku Haki.

Purple-black thunder wrapped around the sword, and although it was faint, it was solidly cutting through the fog, killing a path from the sea of blood.

Seeing this scene make Apophis' eyes slightly glowed. This guy had also realized the power of the sword. Although his physique and dominance were not considered strong, this sword technique was enough to make up for part of the difference.

Apophis carefully restrained the power in his body, purely using his swordsmanship against the enemy. He was looking for someone to sharpen his swordsmanship. It wouldn't be fair if he accidentally laid a heavy hand and killed his opponent before gaining insight!

He, for one, is such a kind man!