Sword of the pirate king

"Why, his knife has obviously been..."

Quentin stared blankly at Noah who had already rushed out of the thorn cage. The black knife that was rolled up by his thorn branches and thrown into the distance was strangely held by Noah at this time. Sombra, what else can there be besides that black knife?
He touched his red nose unconsciously, it hurt like a needle prick.

If Rao G hadn't pulled him at the critical moment, he might have lost half of his head now.

"That knife must have been a trick he played. It's a fake."

Rao said in a deep voice, "This kid's devil fruit ability is very special and involves many aspects. Our information does not necessarily cover all his abilities, and maybe he has the ability to create illusions."

"bingo!"

Noah snapped his fingers, "Just before throwing the knife, I hid the real knife for a moment and made a fake knife with a solid body."

"But I'm curious how you guessed it? The information about the devil fruit alone shouldn't be enough, right? I rarely expose this ability in front of people."

Rao G squinted his eyes and replied: "Of course it's because I saw some flaws. The old man has practiced Diwengquan for many years, and his dynamic vision is extraordinary. He just noticed something wrong and took precautions."

"So that's how it is..." Noah was thoughtful. The special skill of the old man in front of me in memory was Diweng Fist. Its speed could even exceed the dynamic vision of human beings, making people unable to react at all. The most important thing is that he must have strong dynamic vision, no wonder he can see a clue.

"Hmph, even if you escape from the cage, it's useless. The lives of other people are all controlled by my thorns. Don't you want the lives of these people?"

Quentin came back from the gate of hell, but his hatred for Noah was a bit blazing. He held his palms empty, and the voice of the business group employees who were still surrounded by thorns became clearer.

"Who said it's useless? I will save their lives, and none of the five people who were killed by you will die!"

Noah said slowly.

"Where do you have the confidence to say such big words?" Quentin sneered, "Even if you can't keep up with your speed, but the moment you move, my thorns will smash the rest of the people into pieces, Believe me, this moment is fast, faster than you think!"

"Just move!"

"Don't be careless, I have a bad premonition." Rao G reminded, his eyes glanced around, but he didn't find anything wrong, and finally cast his eyes on the soles of his feet suddenly, his figure retreated violently, Quentin didn't reach out for a hand.

Because he knew that he might not be able to save himself even if he stretched out his hand.

"Varied……"

Quentin also sensed the abnormality of Rao G, and subconsciously looked back, seeing the solemn expression of the old man with a hint of pity.

Are you pitying me?
you bastard!
He suddenly became angry, obviously the overall situation is in my hands, but you can't see the situation clearly, what can you avoid, human life is in my hands, can you still turn the world upside down?
Suddenly, more than a dozen thorny branches lost control at the same time, and the expression of astonishment hung on Quentin's face again.

"impossible!"

He lowered his head to see what cut off the thorny branches that bound the hostages. Could it be that this kid has hidden helpers?
The flames, the blazing blood and blue flames intertwined into a raging tornado, soared into the sky without any warning, devouring all the thorns and branches hanging from his feet like a long dragon, chewing and crushing them. He opened his bloody mouth wide open, and he could even clearly see countless fang-like sword qi wandering through it.

Every second was like a day, and everything in Quentin's senses was infinitely slowed down, just like the scene when he was hit in the back of the head by the wheel collapse that day.

Reincarnation?
He is confused, is he going to fall into the hands of the navy again?

How is it possible, I have been completely reborn!

Roaring in his heart, the veins all over his body are clearly visible, the muscles are bulging, and the military-colored arrogance with a metallic luster in the pitch black covers every inch of his body. The terrifying spiked armor completely wrapped him in the middle.

The moment before his eyes were covered by the thorn armor, he looked at Noah in front with eyes full of hatred, but the figure of the other party gradually faded, and the scene of finally dissipating made him almost go crazy, so he could only roar a few times unwillingly.

The sneering smile before him made his eyes tear open, and a sense of humiliation of being played with filled his whole body, which couldn't be compared with the heart-wrenching ants.

Fake, all fake!
Through the narrow eye of the flame tornado, Noah could just see Quentin, who was flying thorns and tied himself into a rice dumpling. At this time, he was standing on the roof of the branch of the Golden Sea Road Merchant Group, waving a knife. They haven't been returned yet.

The flame of the mist once again made a contribution, and the illusion of the ink cloud deceived Quentin and Rao G. The moment he cut the knife, he constructed a mist clone to replace him and went to the cage, and the real body fled to Shang. In the regiment building, after being distracted while talking, he violently shot, rescued the hostage business group members, and incidentally gave the five people who had been shot to death a few shots of salvation.

After going through so much training in hell, exhausted mental strength and relying on soul wine to accumulate, the control of the fog avatar has already gone up many steps. When controlled alone, the expressions and movements are no different from real people, and the strength is also five times that of the main body. One-tenth, the use of fighting is not much, and it is more than enough to deceive Quentin, a mindless guy.

Like a steel pillar thrown into a meat grinder, countless high-speed rotating cutting "blades" collided with Quentin's shining metallic thorn armor, and the seemingly indestructible spikes were cut off in an instant. At the end of the day, the detached spikes disappeared into the tornado and immediately disappeared. They really disappeared without a shadow, and were completely decomposed by the flames of the mist.

And the broken part will grow back soon, and the cost is only a little bit of physical strength.

The flame tornado is not without loss. When the sword energy cuts off the thorns and thorns, it also suffers serious losses. It shatters instantly when it hits the next thorn. There is also a limit to the hardening increase of the thunder flame.

The loss of a single spike is negligible, but dozens of hundreds of spikes are destroyed every second, and they will grow again in the next second, but there is no way to replenish those physical strength. Quentin hid behind the armed domineering His face became paler.

Now we can see whether the sword energy in the flame tornado was destroyed by Quentin's spikes first, or whether Quentin lost his strength and was twisted into minced meat by the tornado, and then disintegrated into nothingness by the flames.