Devil Fruit: Invincible from the Tremor-Tremor Fruit

In the spacious kendo hall, coaches and students dressed in white kendo uniforms were conducting intense and orderly wooden sword training around the central fighting field.

The wooden swords danced in their hands, making bursts of "swooshing" sounds, showing full strength.

A burly man stood at the other end of the field, his eyes firm and focused.

The wooden sword in his hand was like a silver snake, flashing cold light under the light. The movements of sparring with students seemed casual, but contained the profound essence of swordsmanship. Every time he swung the sword, he was full of offensive, as if to dissolve all attacks.

The students fought with the coaches one by one. They tried their best to break through the coach's defense, but the coach was like an unshakable mountain. No matter how the students attacked, he could easily deal with it. With a solid practical foundation, his movements were smooth and accurate, and every counterattack caught the students off guard.

"Too slow."

The two men wearing protective gear kept fighting in the kendo hall. The coach's burly figure was steady and quick, while the young man who was fighting with him was frivolous and shaky.

In a flash, the burly man's wrist trembled slightly, and the force came from the wooden sword, hitting the weak point of the opponent's sword from a distance. The next moment, the wooden sword in the young man's hand flew out of his hand, rotated in the air for a few weeks, and then inserted into the wooden board.

"Come again."

The coach glanced at the students present and said in a deep voice.

The young man walked over with heavy breaths and pulled out the wooden sword.

The panting sound gradually became smaller, and the young man standing in place with the wooden sword in his hand seemed to be in a daze.

The coach who maintained a defensive posture shook his head slightly. Although this kid was mediocre in talent, he was good at persistence. But now he lost his mind when he encountered a little setback. If he maintained this posture, how could he face the subsequent things.

At that moment, he stopped defending, holding the sword in his hand and snorting coldly, the sword continued to press forward like a mountain pressing down on his head! In the distance, it seemed as if the figure of a white giant ape had merged into the wooden sword.

The coach wanted to scare the boy awake, but he suddenly opened his eyes wide, because the young man who was easily defeated by him just now actually took the lead in launching an offensive. The shaking of the sword body holding one hand was exactly the move he had just used to knock down the opponent's wooden sword.

Interesting, he learned it?

The coach chopped head-on, breaking the opponent's sword skills with pure force, and then changed the sword with his left hand and chopped it diagonally downward! This set of combos head-on would inevitably cause the opponent's tiger mouth to burst and be unable to fight again.

But he didn't expect that the young man would also chopped from the diagonal downward with a wooden sword, knocking the opponent's sword tip off its original trajectory at an extremely precise angle, and then he quickly rolled along the ground! When the coach was about to lose his balance, he turned around and slashed with a sword!

"Bang!!"

The wooden sword in his hand fell to the ground. It was the young man's wooden sword.

The coach looked at the other party in surprise before putting away the wooden sword. He had to admit that he had used real strength just now, because the kendo that the young man just demonstrated was completely simplified practical skills, and he was distracted and almost let the other party get close.

After taking off the shield, the coach said to the students around him in a deep voice: "Start training in pairs! Today, we can't finish until we are exhausted. The exam is about to start and we must not slack off."

The students who finished watching the game immediately entered the state, and the kendo hall was filled with the sound of wooden swords colliding in the two-two battles.

The coach came to the young man and patted his shoulder to encourage him, saying: "You have made progress. How did you learn to shake the sword?"

The young man under the mask could not see his face clearly, and he made a sound after a long time.

"Imitation and learning."

The coach smiled and shook his head in surprise. He thought the other party was teasing him, after all, it was his first time using this trick.

"It's up to you, but you have to keep up with the amount of training during this period."

Looking at the coach going away, he clenched the wooden sword again. The illusory feeling in his body gradually disappeared, and a certain feeling of fullness surged into his heart again, but the memory in his mind was too chaotic, which made Mu Bai feel a headache for a short time.

He took off his mask while half-kneeling on the ground, and the severe headache seemed to be relieved a lot with the intake of fresh air.

Sweat dripped from his overly handsome face. This scene caused many female students who were training to lose their concentration, and some even fell to the ground in pairs.

Because he could not integrate the chaotic memories for the time being, Mu Bai was not clear about his identity. This time, his soul was extremely simple and easy. It seemed that because he had a ticket to the Star Sea World, his soul was unusually compatible with this body.

"Are you okay, Mu Bai?"

A cold voice sounded behind him, and the tall girl in neat clothes looked at him calmly.

Mu Bai, who was half-kneeling on the ground, realized that this body was also called Mu Bai after hearing the other party's name, and he slowly stood up andHe wiped off all the sweat on his forehead.

"I'm fine."

After looking at the masked woman, he raised his body and walked towards the bathroom.

Zuo Qingya tilted her head and looked a little surprised.

Mu Bai was always silent in the past, why did he reply to her today?

After arriving at the bathroom, he turned on the faucet to wash off the sweat. Cold, hungry, tired, all these familiar feelings reappeared, which was an experience he had almost forgotten for many years.

He looked up at himself in the mirror and was slightly stunned. It was not because he was ugly or mediocre, but because he was so handsome that even Mu Bai couldn't find any faults.

The only thing that can be said is that he is too young and his temperament is a little immature.

After looking away, Mu Bai didn't care. Beauty and ugliness were meaningless to him. At present, he had to integrate the memory as soon as possible. If he couldn't master the memory, he couldn't judge whether it was dangerous. This was an extremely critical issue.

After he walked out of the bathroom, Zuo Qingya circled around him.

Even through the mask, Mu Bai could sense the other party's suspicious look.

Is my behavior inconsistent with the original body?

When he frowned and was thinking about what was wrong with himself, the other party came closer, and the faint body fragrance and sweat lingered in Mu Bai's nose.

"I see, have you thought it through and stopped thinking about revenge?"

"Maybe."

Mu Bai, who didn't know what the other party was saying, could only follow the other party's words.

"It's really strange. You always think about revenge on weekdays. I always persuade you, but now you actually give up on your own. Is this the legendary extremes?"

Mu Bai, who didn't dare to say more, coughed without comment and pointed at the wooden sword and said: "Continue training."

Seeing that the other party interrupted the topic, Zuo Qingya would not continue to extend this topic. Some pains may be best solved if they are forgotten.

After all, time will dilute everything.