Swoosh!
With a speed that completely defied his physique, another of Chinjao's fists was already smashing towards Cyrus's face.
Observation Haki captured Chinjao's every move. Cyrus retreated with rhythmic steps, each ti narrowly avoiding Chinjao's fist.
After the battle with Kuzan, Cyrus could indeed feel that his understanding of combat had improved significantly.
It had to be said, fighting really did lead to faster improvent than training.
"Kid, stop dodging!"
After a series of consecutive attacks hit nothing but air, Chinjao roared.
"Alright!"
Hearing this, Cyrus swung his fist forward.
Chinjao's absurdly large fist collided with Cyrus's.
An invisible shockwave destroyed the trees near the two of them.
Rings of invisible impact spread out continuously.
The clothes and hair of the two n were blown about by the impact as they locked in a contest of strength.
"You're strong!" Chinjao's eyes were wide as he spoke.
"You're not weak either." Cyrus replied casually. Before his words had even faded, Chinjao's other fist ca flying.
"You're a cunning old man!"
Cyrus t it with a punch of his own.
Bang, bang, bang!
The two figures shifted, their movents incredibly fast.
Their Armant Haki-coated fists clashed from ti to ti.
"Argh!"
Chinjao roared, smashing both fists down hard.
Cyrus roared back, eting the attack with both fists. Then, Chinjao staggered back dozens of steps and, losing his balance, sat down on the ground.
Cyrus stood his ground, pulling his feet out from where they had sunk into the earth.
He scratched his face, a little embarrassed.
Although he had tried his best to imitate this world's fighting style, this kind of thing was really awkward.
Especially things like roaring and charging at the opponent. It really didn't suit him.
Ti to draw my sword.
Cyrus looked at his hands, silently turned, and walked to his sword, which he had stuck into the ground earlier.
He then drew the longsword.
Chinjao silently got up from the ground, watching Cyrus draw his sword.
He, too, was a bit embarrassed.
He had actually lost in a contest of strength.
Am I really getting old?
Chinjao began to doubt his life.
He hadn't been out to sea for so many years. Were all the young people this fierce now?
Chinjao watched Cyrus warily, especially the sword in Cyrus's hand.
After all, he had been carrying the sword the whole ti. It was obvious that his sword skills were probably more formidable than his fists.
Swish!
Cyrus's figure vanished from his spot. When he reappeared, the blade was already in front of Chinjao, its edge descending upon his head.
A clang of tal on tal rang out.
The blade struck the Armant Haki-coated scalp, creating a shower of sparks.
This was imdiately followed by another slash.
Slash after slash, Cyrus swung his sword continuously with a blank expression.
The blade moved so fast it beca a blur, and all that could be heard was the continuous sound of clanging tal and Chinjao's head being forced lower and lower.
So hard!
Cyrus retracted his sword and pulled back, feeling his sword hand go a little numb.
This head was truly hard.
As for Chinjao, he just felt his forehead buzzing.
The continuous blows left the already muddled Chinjao dizzy and disoriented. He shook his head several tis to alleviate the feeling of vertigo.
"Hasshoken: Ard Head!"
Bang!
A slightly clearer-headed Chinjao slamd his Armant Haki-coated head into the ground in front of Cyrus.
Boom!
The ground suddenly exploded, and a shockwave even more powerful than the one from his fist rushed towards Cyrus.
Cyrus leaped into the air.
And Chinjao, who had just slamd his head into the ground, also shot into the air, his black scalp aid straight at Cyrus.
'So it's the Toad Style!'
The strong sense of déjà vu gave Cyrus the urge to make a sarcastic comnt.
He t it with his fist.
Fist and head collided.
Arcs of electricity burst out between them, and a terrifying pressure surged outwards in all directions.
Sai and his brother, who were approaching, along with Robin, all felt this terrifying aura.
They struggled to stand their ground, not daring to get any closer.
In the nearby port city, the earlier clashes with Sai's group and the subsequent fight with Chinjao had already caused so panic among the residents.
And now, there was no need to panic at all.
Because they had all fallen unconscious from the clash of Conqueror's Haki.
"So, you have this too."
Chinjao, landing with a flip, stared at the also-descending Cyrus and said with sudden realization.
"Didn't Sai tell you?" Cyrus was taken aback.
"Sai?"
Chinjao looked confused for a mont, then imdiately understood Cyrus was referring to his grandson.
Chinjao looked at Cyrus with a strange expression.
"Stroke Cut!"
Cyrus didn't stop. His sword flashed.
On Chinjao's Armant Haki-coated arm, which he had raised to block, a spray of blood blossod.
Cyrus had already mastered the technique of flowing and compressing Armant Haki onto his blade.
However, this newly mastered technique was clearly not yet enough to completely break through the defenses of opponents who were proficient in Armant Haki.
"What a sharp sword. And a Master Swordsman!"
Chinjao didn't dare to be careless now.
He turned sideways to look at the sword-wielding Cyrus, coated his head in Armant Haki, and then leaped high, descending like an inverted spinning top.
The rapid rotation made his body a blur.
"All flash and no substance!"
Cyrus reversed his grip on the sword, plunged it into the ground beside him, and t the attack with his fists.
Under Chinjao's rapid rotation, his Armant Haki-coated fists and feet carried imnse force.
It was clear that after Garp flattened his head, Chinjao had created this impressive move. Unfortunately for him, he was facing Cyrus.
Coating his fists in Armant Haki, Cyrus planted his feet on the ground, his arms already a blur of afterimages.
Like a pillar, Cyrus's body stood firm and unmoving. Chinjao's futile spinning Ard Head was useless.
On the contrary, punching like this made Cyrus feel like his body was thoroughly ward up.
He actually felt a sense of exhilaration.
He had tried to deliberately integrate himself into this world's fighting style but couldn't.
Yet, without forcing it, he was now getting a taste of the joy of battle.
Of course, that was on the premise that there was no threat to himself.
Cyrus would not lose his reason for the sake of enjoying a fight.
Boom!
Cyrus suddenly threw a right punch.
The spinning Chinjao was sent flying, spiraling away before falling straight down, half his body sinking into the ground.
"If you don't use your real skills, I won't be holding back."
Cyrus retracted his fist and stood firm, looking at Chinjao, who was half-buried and motionless.
"Hiks... hiks.. hiks!"
As soon as Cyrus finished speaking, muffled sobs could be heard.
Black lines appeared on Cyrus's forehead.
'Did I... beat him until he cried?'
Pressing his hands on the ground, Chinjao pulled himself out, then sat on the ground and wailed at the sky.
"To be looked down upon by a kid! Hiks... I can't even handle a kid now, let alone that bastard Garp."
Looking at the wailing old man, Cyrus narrowed his eyes, and a wisp of killing intent emanated from his body.
The crying Chinjao's body stiffened, his sobs cut short.
He then looked sharply at Cyrus, and a violent wave of Conqueror's Haki erupted from him, rushing towards Cyrus.
Boom!
Not to be outdone, Cyrus also released his Conqueror's Haki.
A clash of Conqueror's Haki occurred between the two.
Chinjao pushed himself up from the ground, his long beard flying up. His eyes turned blood-red, and his head was once again coated in Armant Haki.
"Coneless Nail!"
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