Section 67

And those moon-shaped blade winds that attacked the mole were cut off in an instant.

In an instant.

Ron, who used his observation Haki, felt a sense of danger.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he turned his body without hesitation, and the Raikiri in his hand drew a perfect arc.

"Breath of the Moon·Form 5 Moon Soul Disaster Vortex."

Defensive sword moves.

Huge vortex blade winds appeared around Ron, colliding with a slash that suddenly appeared in front of him, making a sharp sound of sharp weapons rubbing against each other!

Sizzle!

Sharp gusts of wind spread out from the confrontation and collision of the two slashes!

58, Special Training Method of Flying Squirrel (6/5)

Mole was more and more surprised.

This kid was able to block his slash. Although it was just a casual slash, it was a slash from a swordsman who had reached the level of cutting iron. An ordinary swordsman at the level of sword intent would never be able to deal with it so easily.

Moreover... he even awakened his Observation Haki!

He seems to be only 11 years old?

What a monster...

He didn't care about his shock.

"Breath of the Moon·Sixth Form Long Night Lone Moon·Mujian!"

Ron held Raikiri with both hands and concentrated on slashing the mole in a staggered and rapid succession.

In an instant.

More than ten extremely sharp blade winds accompanied by countless crescent blades slashed towards the mole.

The mole narrowed his eyes, held the knife with both hands, and swung the knife forward.

A strong and domineering slash wrapped in an extremely fierce blade wind instantly broke through these blade winds and crescent blades and slashed towards Ron.

"What"

Ron's eyes were startled, and he immediately blocked with the knife.

But he was still forced to slide back more than ten meters by the fierce slash.

When Ron looked up again.

The mole had put the knife back into the sheath.

"Your aura and killing intent are very good. This kind of tricky sword move is also the best one I have seen so far. You have mastered it very well, but..."

Mole glanced at Ron: "If you rely on such sword moves blindly, you will never reach the level of cutting iron."

Ron's eyes widened slightly.

Mole turned his back to him and lit a cigarette.

"I don't know if anyone has ever told you that in order to reach the level of cutting iron, you need to be strong enough in your heart, so strong that you have the courage and confidence to cut steel with a stick in your hand."

"And to have this kind of confidence and courage, you can't rely on the sword moves you have mastered blindly. Those sword moves will only make you blind."

Mole turned his back to Ron and blew a smoke ring.

Ron was thoughtful.

"Then what should I do?"

Mole, who had a Mohawk, turned his head and glanced at him.

"From tomorrow, give up those sword moves."

After that, he left, just leaving a sentence.

"Still here at nine o'clock tomorrow night."

...

The next night.

Ron arrived early.

After the mole arrived.

The two of them didn't waste words and started fighting immediately.

Ron resisted the desire to perform sword moves and simply swung his sword to chop.

This time, he was taught a bad lesson by the mole.

After the fight.

The mole asked him how he felt lying in a big pit, almost unable to move.

"When I learn it, I will definitely let you feel it too..."

Ron stared at the flying squirrel standing on the edge of the pit and gritted his teeth.

The mole calmly blew a smoke ring:

"That's right, accumulate this feeling well and continue tomorrow."

The third day.

The fourth day.

The fifth day.

…………

Such days lasted for a month.

Under the condition that he could not use any sword moves and other means, facing a swordsman who could cut iron.

Ron was completely beaten unilaterally.

Fortunately, he could quickly recover his physical strength and repair his wounds with the Sun Breathing Method, otherwise it would be hard to say whether he could hold on.

After every competition, Ron felt like he had a pent-up anger in his chest. This anger had nowhere to vent, so it accumulated more and more.

In the next battle with the mole.

Every time he slashed, he wanted to vent this long-accumulated anger in one breath, but every time when he was almost there, the flying squirrel suddenly stopped and said he would not fight anymore, so he had to hold it back.

Under this constant suppression, the anger in Ron's heart was like a balloon that was constantly being blown up, but it never exploded.

Driven by the huge and suppressed negative emotions in his heart, Ron seemed to be crazy, swinging the Raikiri again and again, whether it was day or night.

Every time he swung the sword, the face of the flying squirrel that made him extremely angry and the Mohawk hairstyle would appear in his mind.

He wanted to chop it into pieces!

"Even if I don't use sword moves, I must chop that guy!"

Ron recalled the mocking words and expressions of the flying squirrel in his mind, and a hint of red gradually emerged in the depths of his eyes.

What he didn't notice was.

During the month when he practiced slashing frantically and focused on swordsmanship, the permanent buff "The True Meaning of Thousand Hammers and Hundred Refinements" was activated most of the time.

His swordsmanship realm also unconsciously reached the realm of intention (minor success) from the realm of intention (beginning).

…………

During this month.

The news that the flying squirrel taught Ron swordsmanship also reached the ears of the navy's senior officials.

In the marshal's office, there were only marshal Zhan Guo and vice admiral Crane, and the two discussed this matter.

"Xiao He, do you think this matter needs to be stopped?"

"If it's just from my perspective, I would stop it."

The gray-haired Vice Admiral Tsuru said calmly while sitting on a chair. "Flying Squirrel knowingly violated military orders and taught the child swordsmanship. He should be punished accordingly, but..."

She sighed softly.

"If you consider Zefa, I think this matter can be ignored."

"Just consider it as some compensation for him, Sengoku."

Sengoku was silent for a moment and nodded.

…………

Soon.

More than a month passed.

That night.

Gion, nicknamed Peach Rabbit, a vice admiral of the Navy Headquarters, returned from a two-year mission in hiding.