American Comics: BOSS Invasion

“Oh dear, oh dear… Cindry…”

Ryuma gently shook his head and muttered to himself, “The person favored by a master will hum a little tune and only realize they’ve been cut after taking three steps. Nose-bro, three cuts…”

As he spoke, Ryuma slowly turned around, seemingly wanting to admire someone falling to the ground.

Unexpectedly, Qishan Zhong looked at him unscathed, with a strange expression, as if he wanted to laugh.

This made Ryuma freeze up...

He paused for a moment, then his aura surged.

“To be completely unharmed! I underestimated you!”

Qishan shook his head. Ryuma's pretentious actions and lines were originally meant to be for show, but after meeting Qishan, they became a joke.

If there were corpses all over the floor, the scene would be impressive, but now…

Better not to say it!

Although he had fought many times, Qishan didn't have particularly brilliant skills.

His fighting relied entirely on his own toughness and crazy energy output. He really didn't have a good way to deal with this kind of highly skilled swordsman.

But the other party obviously couldn't do anything to Qishan either.

“What? Do you still want to try? Why not accept my suggestion, answer a few questions, and I’ll find you a swordsmanship master so you can have your fill of sword duels.”

Ryuma didn't answer. His figure flashed, like a gust of wind passing by Qishan.

Then, a chaotic mass of sword light suddenly appeared before Qishan, directly engulfing him.

This time, to ensure the effect, Ryuma stared intently at Qishan, not even having time to say the name of the sword move.

But Qishan didn't even blink. Facing the fierce sword light, he didn't even subconsciously dodge.

The corner of his mouth even curled up in a disdainful smile, which made a trace of anger rise in Ryuma's heart.

But more than that, he was shocked.

Having been dead for so many years, his memories from his previous life had dissipated. He only vaguely remembered that he was a swordsmanship master who had fought many experts.

But in his memory fragments, he had never encountered an enemy who so despised his swordsmanship.

Nor had he seen anyone who could completely ignore his attacks.

This made Ryuma, who had already become a mummy, feel secretly alarmed.

Sure enough, the sword light gradually dissipated, and Qishan reappeared before Ryuma, unscathed, with a smile on his lips.

“How about it? My offer is still valid!”

Ryuma was silent for a moment. He looked up slightly, “What do you want to know? Let me state in advance that some things cannot be said, some others cannot be said, and many more things I simply don’t know.”

“Don’t worry, you will definitely know what I ask!” Qishan said confidently.

At this moment, Johnny walked in from outside.

From the time he tried to transform and failed, running back into the hall, in just those short dozen seconds, Qishan and Ryuma had already exchanged two moves and reached a preliminary agreement.

Johnny tried hard to hold his breath, attempting to transform again.

He could also see that the mummy in front of him was an expert.

Once that goal was achieved, Qishan was sure that Johnny would turn around and leave immediately.

Qishan smiled lightly and said, “Is the captain here called Gekko Moria?”

“That’s right!”

“And he has the ability to control shadows, and uses shadows to create a zombie army, wanting to use the power of the zombie army to occupy a place at sea?”

Ryuma shook his head slightly, “He does have the ability to control shadows, but I don’t know what his specific purpose is!”

“How did you come to this world?”

Ryuma was surprised, “You know this too? Who exactly are you?”

Qishan said, “Shouldn’t you answer my question first?”

“I’m not very clear either. When I became aware, I was already here!”

Johnny exclaimed, “Damn it, you really are demons from hell!”

Ryuma glanced at Johnny, “Demons? That’s not wrong! This ship is indeed full of monsters!

To be honest, I thought there would be a long blank period after coming to a new world, but I didn’t expect that in less than a day, such a powerful person would come to my door. It’s truly gratifying!”

Qishan asked, “When was the last time you saw Moria?”

“A few hours ago!”

“Did you notice any changes in him compared to before?!”

Ryuma was amazed, “How do you even know this? That’s right, the captain has obviously become stronger.”

“Has anyone else shown any obvious changes?”

“I haven’t seen any!” Ryuma shook his head, “It’s just that Miss Perona had a quarrel with the captain for some reason.”

Qishan's eyes flickered.

There's also that Ghost Princess...

It seems like there are at least two of them this time...

“I have answered your questions, I wonder if your promise can be fulfilled!”

Ryuma drew his sword, his aura surging, his voice lowered, “I must remind you, deceiving a Sword Saint is definitely not a wise move…”

Before he could finish speaking, Johnny suddenly shouted, “Where is Roxanne’s shadow, you damn monsters?”

Qishan frowned slightly, ignoring him.

Ryuma tilted his head slightly, turned the knife in his hand, and tapped the scabbard lightly.

A few seconds later, a knife wound suddenly appeared on Johnny's chest. The huge force directly knocked him out, blood spewing from his chest, almost losing consciousness.

Red light shone from the wound, and sparks of Vengeance Fire emerged, forcibly healing the wound before Johnny could react.

Qishan's eyes flashed.

Ryuma was surprised, “Another ability user…”

Qishan raised his palm, and a Black Cavity tore open.

A Soul Reaper who was about two meters tall and dressed wildly walked out slowly. His signature eye mask, exaggerated hedgehog head, and the bells hanging on it would make a crisp sound with every step he took.

Before the figure had completely walked out, a slightly hoarse voice came out.

“It’s finally my turn? You made me wait too long, brat!”

Brat? Is he calling me that?

The corner of Qishan’s eye twitched.

The yakuza-esque aura and the way he carried his sword immediately attracted Ryuma's attention. The knife in his hand lightly screamed, as if it was also excited for the upcoming battle.

Ryuma stared at the person in front of him, took a deep breath, and said solemnly, “I am Ryuma, please teach me!”