No matter how Shamrock's ntality changed, but with his strength, it was not to the point where he couldn't even block the first attack.
Before the Trident of the Sea God chopped down, he had already completed the movent of backhand swinging his sword to block.
But just when the Trident of the Sea God and the rapier were supposed to collide, Rosse's change of move made his expression drastically change, "So fast!"
'Pa' — with a crisp sound, Shamrock, who turned around to block with his rapier, was actually grabbed bare-handed by Rosse's hand imbued with Armant Haki.
Shamrock only had ti to see Rosse's extrely malicious smile, and imdiately after, his rapier was pried open by Rosse's hand.
CHI!
The Trident of the Sea God smoothly slashed onto his back, and even though he tily activated Armant Haki protection, he was still slashed with a wound so deep that it reached the bone.
"Wah!"
Shamrock violently spat out a large mouthful of blood, his body also, under the huge impact force, flew forward rapidly, bringing up a large cloud of blood mist in the seawater.
"So fragile," Rosse instantly felt bored, opened the palm of his left hand, the place that had collided with the rapier also had a wound so deep it reached the bone.
But under the effect of seawater, it was recovering at an incredible speed, and in a short while only a white scar remained.
Shamrock's strengths and weaknesses were too obvious, his swordsmanship was indeed good, but his entire strength was basically all on offense, with an astonishingly poor defense.
This was also a common problem among swordsn, attack was the best defense.
But facing a hexagonal warrior like him, even trading injury for injury could easily wear him down.
Not to ntion in the seawater environnt, one increase and one decrease, Shamrock originally had no advantage.
Whoosh!
Rosse's speed in the seawater nearly reached the level of teleportation; while Shamrock was still flying backward, Rosse had already appeared behind him.
"Damn it...", Shamrock's face showed unwillingness, once again holding the sword and slashing.
Being seriously injured plus the high-pressure environnt, made his movents incomparably sluggish.
Clang!
Clang!
Two sounds of sword and halberd entering flesh, sounded simultaneously in the ocean.
The rapier slashed onto Rosse's chest covered with Armant Haki and Iron Body, cutting out a not deep nor shallow blood mark.
At the sa ti, Shamrock's chest was cut again by the Trident of the Sea God, adding another extrely deep wound like on his back.
"When you attach Armant Haki to the sword, can't you attach it to your body anymore?", Rosse saw Shamrock being seriously wounded, boringly grabbed the rapier in Shamrock's hand, and forcibly snatched it away.
Whoosh!
The rapier was reverse-gripped in Rosse's hand, stabbing into Shamrock's abdon.
Imdiately after, Shamrock only felt a huge force surging from his abdon, not only was his abdon pierced by his own rapier, but the enormous force also forced his whole body to fly out.
And his landing spot was exactly at the trunk of the tree not far away that still hung the corpse of Mukang.
That tree was also one of the very few big trees that could survive the aftermath of the two's attacks, or perhaps, this was originally the place Rosse had marked for Shamrock's defeat.
"A bit too much, Figraland recognizes defeat," However, just as Shamrock was about to collide with Mukang's corpse, a gloomy voice sounded.
In the blink of an eye, Saint Garling appeared on Shamrock's retreat path, and that tall and burly body appeared, reaching out to grab Shamrock.
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[Figraland Garling]
[Comprehensive Rating: S ]
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Saint Garling deeply glanced at Rosse, then directly carried Shamrock away.
Losing so miserably, saying anything else was a joke.
This ti they had underestimated Rosse.
"Well done," In a flash, Saint Saturn's figure also appeared in the sky, nodding towards Rosse approvingly.
"Tsk, overprotective parent?", Rosse chuckled lightly, waved his hand to scatter the seawater, and his form also reverted back to human form.
The wounds on his chest and palm at this ti were already almost recovered, only the torn suit proving he had been injured.
"You might as well have killed him directly," Saint Saturn said faintly.
If Rosse had stabbed that sword into Shamrock's chest just now, Saint Garling would definitely not have intervened.
But to nail Shamrock onto Mukang's corpse, that would not have been tolerated by the Figraland family.
"I actually hope for more people like him, after all, as a mber of the Celestial Dragons, I hope everyone will protect the Celestial Dragons' face," Rosse's voice carried a frivolous tone, and these words were only said for others to hear.
In fact, he wished that Celestial Dragons would value face over substance, so he would have more room to operate.
"As long as you understand, let's go, rest on the ship afterward. When we return to the Holy Land, Figraland will deliver the items," Saint Saturn glanced at Rosse, not saying anything more, only leaning on his cane, walking towards the coast step by step.
Clearly looking like a hunched old man, but every step he took crossed tens of ters, and he soon disappeared from sight.
Rosse's eyes flickered slightly, beckoned to Gion, and smiled as he followed.
In a few days, it would be harvest ti.
Until now, only a small prize had been opened.
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[Completed A-level defeat!]
[Strength 100,000]
[Special Reward: Swordsmanship (B)]
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The place of Senti Island was not large; even with Rosse's leisurely speed, it only took 10 minutes to reach the coast where the World Governnt ships were docked.
After returning, Rosse was not in a hurry.
Now it was only he and Shamrock who had decided the winner, but there were still many slaves and pirates released by the World Governnt on the island, and there was still a long ti before the Heavens Hunt would end.
It would only be when all the spirits on the island were cleared that the Five Elders would announce the end.
At that ti, it would be the true harvest mont.
However, not everyone would wait. Just when Rosse returned, Figraland's ship was already sailing away.
It had to be said, after 800 years of domination, the Celestial Dragons truly valued face above everything.
After returning, Rosse leisurely boarded the World Governnt's main ship.
Saint Mars and Saint Saturn were still on the deck, sitting together at a table, drinking tea prepared by the attendants.
"Co sit with us. You perford quite well, are you interested in joining the Marcus family?", Saint Mars was a very tall and thin old man, with a head of long white hair, a snow-white small beard and goatee extending to his upper chest.
He just sat there quietly, exuding a superior aura.
"If I join the Marcus family, my grandfather would probably break my legs," Rosse joked, sitting down beside the two without any scruples.
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[Marcus Mars]
[Comprehensive Rating: S ]
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'Another S rating, but it is expected.'
If the Five Elders' strength plus power didn't add up to S , the others would be even less qualified.
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