Chapter 132: Sword Twenty-Three Techniques—

Reiatsu, which had been flooding the surrounding area, suddenly retracted above Sode no Shirayuki in Rifan's hands. A column of cold fog rose from where Rifan was to the air, covering a large area near him.

Everything shrouded in the mist range was covered with a thick layer of ice.

"Hey, hey! That's too exaggerated right—, damn! What kind of power is this!"

Shiryu's eyes widened. With his Observation Haki that can predict the future, he saw the picture of himself being directly frozen after rushing into the ice.

It seemed that Rifan was in an invincible state in that icy water.

"Gravity Blade— Raging Tiger!"

Issho condensed his devil fruit ability, and a horizontal gravitational sword aura was slammed.

However, as soon as this attack approached the cold field where Rifan was located, it was directly frozen and collapsed!

"Even gravity can be frozen?! What kind of ice is this!"

Issho sighed in shock.

"Hey, in this icy field, that guy Vista who is quite close to Rifan will surely die, right?" Shiki said.

"Rifan's chill avoided Vista, that guy should be fine." 

"But Rifan's initial cold attack was enough for him to eat a pot for a while."

"Now, what we should consider is how to break through Rifan's cold field."

"Miss Nami, would you like to try your swordsmanship?"

With that, Shanks looked at Nami who was standing not far from them with a smile on his face.

"Hmph, why don't you attack first?"

Nami snorted coldly, apparently not intending to listen to Shanks' opinions.

"Sure enough." Shanks shook his head. "Sure enough, we still have to attack."

However, at this moment, the cold air surrounding Rifan suddenly shrank.

It disappeared in less than a second, and even Sode no Shirayuki returned to its original state. 

Click–

The ice that had frozen Vista shattered and he fell from the sky.

Rifan casually stretched out his hand to catch Vista, who was trembling from the cold and had multiple frostbites on his body and then threw him at Shanks.

Seeing the flying Vista, Shanks quickly reached out to catch him.

"Hey, Vista, you are all right.

"I..im okay!" Vista trembles and wants to stand on the ground, but directly down on the ground because of his barely conscious legs.

"W…what happened? w…what happened to me just now?"

Vista cast his gaze to Rifan, a faint gleam of fear flashed in his eyes.

"Well, you are actually killed by Rifan in a second." Shanks smiled, "But it's not a shame. If Rifan hit you with the attack just now, you might be dead."

"But I don't know why he put his Sode no Shirayuki away."

Aside, Mihawk frowned and shouted to Rifan:

"Rifan, what do you mean, are you not going to use your Zanpakutō?"

Hearing that, Rifan shrugged and said with a smile: "After all, it is a fight for the title of Juggernaut. It seems not appropriate to defeat you with the sword's ability."

"So, I plan to change it."

After completely liberating Sode no Shirayuki, Rifan found that he could easily kill anyone present with Sode no Shirayuki's absolute zero.

But in this way, even if he gets the reward of [Indestructible Flesh], the title of Juggernaut, the world will blame the weapon in Rifan's hand.

This is not what Rifan wants to see.

"Does that mean you want to defeat us by only using a sw–"

Before Mihawk finished what he was about to say, suddenly, he found the Tensa Zangetsu in his hand shivering violently, as if some power was attracting it. 

Swoosh–

Sword shadows flew past Mihawk, and he was surprised to find that the swords of Shanks and others standing next to him had automatically flown towards Rifan.

Is it the[Ten Thousand Swords Returning To The Sect]?! Just thinking of this, Mihawk could no longer control the Tensa Zangetsu in his hand.

Tensa Zangetsu broke away from Mihawk's hand, cut through the air and quickly came to Rifan's side, and the swords of the others stood side by side behind Rifan, becoming one of the countless swords that suddenly appeared beside Rifan.

The scene in front of him made all the swordsmen in the world open their eyes wide, and they all clenched their swords involuntarily.

The sword is equivalent to the second life of a swordsman. If you can't even hold your own sword, can you still talk about challenging others?

At this moment, the swordsmen asked themselves whether they could hold the sword in their hands when facing Rifan.

The answer is no. Mihawk and others can't even hold their swords, let alone them.

In the duel arena, Mihawk and others looked at Rifan with gloomy faces.

Their swords are gone, how can they fight like this? Should they concede defeat?

"Well, it seems that capturing the sword in your hands does not allow the golden list to judge that I won."

Rifan, who did not hear the announcement of the golden list, stroked his chin.

"In this case, let me hurt you a 'little bit'."

Hearing Rifan's words, Shiki and the others immediately became alert and were greeted by Rifan's[Ten Thousand Swords Returning To The Sect]technique.

That was the sword technique that even cut Kaido into bones abruptly, and none of them dared to be careless.

Shiki, Shiryu and others even stepped back and hid behind Nami.

In their opinion, standing behind Nami, at least Rifan will not launch an attack too violently.

But soon, they discovered that their movements had become sticky as if space was preventing them from moving.

"Don't get me wrong, I don't plan to launch ten thousand swords against you." Rifan's mouth curled up,"instead of ten thousand swords technique, what you have to face is my Sword Twenty-three technique."

When the voice fell, the nine players on the list, including Shanks and Rayleigh, completely stopped their actions, and their faces still kept expressions of astonishment.

Everything around them became stagnant as if the pause button was pressed.

In this space, Rifan passed by everyone as if walking in a leisurely manner.

A few seconds later, after Rifan used the Sword Twenty-Three technique, a blood flower burst out of the hearts of everyone on the scene except Nami.

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[Tl/n: Sword Twenty-Three is a sword technique that can freeze time and turn the enemy into meat on the chopping board, basically without the power to fight back.]