One Piece: I am an Immortal

Rao G is dead,

After being dragged into the water by Mo Jing, he struggled very hard, and even came up with the same method as Garp - spreading the punch pressure and using the reaction force to push himself up.

Unfortunately, he was never as good as Garp. His speed was a bit slow, and he was kicked down by Mo Jing, who was well prepared before he could even break out of the water.

Mo Jing didn't even use any powerful swordsmanship, he just stirred up huge turbulence around him and dragged him under the water. Because of his high explosive rate, high oxygen consumption, coupled with old age and frailty, he couldn't maintain the feeling of returning to youth.

State of suffocation.

In fact, even Mo Jing admitted that the old man had good attainments in physical skills, especially the power he showed after finally returning to the peak of his youth. If converted into levels, he is probably around level 15 in physical skills, which is the master level.

Level.

A little worse than him, but not too far behind. Although you can't defeat him on the frontal battlefield, it's enough to hold you back.

It's a pity that such a strong man died so simply.

It can only be said that winning or losing and life and death are two different things. It is much easier to kill someone than to defeat someone.

And people have their limits in the water!

Mo Jing shook his head with emotion, raised the new soul weapon "Banquet" in his hand and looked at it carefully.

For the first time, he felt that the weapon in his hand was a little troublesome.

"Banquet" was obtained by making "Salmon-Salted Soul".

The special effect is that when it causes damage to the enemy, it will bring some pleasure to the enemy...

It can be called an m artifact.

When Mo Jing saw this special effect, his face turned black.

When he thought about killing people in the future, the more he killed the enemy, the more excited he became. He even gasped and shouted: "Here... cut here... do it again... just once, oh~...", he wanted to smash this embarrassing thing into pieces.

Section.

But any complete soul is precious.

Ever since he faced Garp and "Vendetta" was punched to pieces, he seemed to be suffering from hamster syndrome, saving up the rest of his soul and not daring to use it, for fear that one day he would have no use for the knife.

Of course, another reason is that these souls can no longer improve him much.

Facts have proved that his choice was correct. Following the "Vendetta", the "Iron Cannon" was killed on the seabed 20,000 meters less than a day after taking office. The "KiWatt" was cut into pieces within a few minutes of starting work...

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Now, making knives in Mo Jing's hands has become a high-risk profession.

So although "Banquet" was a little less capable, a little worse in quality, a little dull, and a little ugly, he still endured it.

At this point, he no longer desires a magic weapon of the same level as Bayeye Duo's sword. After several days of hard work, his standard of use has dropped to the point where it can be used.

After thinking for a while, Mo Jing sank into the water, caught up with Rao G's body which was still sinking slowly, sat on him, ruthlessly tore open the tights on his chest, and pulled off the clothes.

, tied the "banquet" to his back.

This thing has no scabbard, so it is easy to cut the belt when tied around the waist. The only thing left on his body is the trousers that are still firm. When the time comes to draw the knife, the trousers will fall off first, which would be too rude.

Leaving the body behind, Mo Jing turned around and continued moving forward.

……

One day later, the Kingdom on the Bridge, Tajira Wolf.

This is a magical country,

700 years ago, due to unknown reasons, the World Government ordered the construction of huge bridges that could connect islands. For hundreds of years, prisoners from all over the world and members of non-member countries were sent here to work as laborers.

Over time, more and more people gathered on this huge bridge across the sea, and people gradually began to live and settle here.

But it's not so much a country as it is a huge concentration camp, because there are only two types of people here - slaves and overseers!

A small number of merchants can do business here, but in general, it does not have the complete elements to form a country.

However, such a country is one of the participating countries of the World Government.

The cold wind howled and hit the cold stone wall. Warden Orville Searle sat in the warm watchtower, holding a cup of hot coffee and looking at the snowflakes flying outside the window.

Outside the window, you can faintly hear the whistles of your supervisors, or the sound of whipping and cursing. Of course, there are also various tones and patterns of screams.

He frowned slightly, his expression a little bored.

This is already the best soundproof tower, but it still cannot completely isolate these annoying sounds.

Without looking, he could guess what the scene was like - thousands of slaves in single clothes formed phalanxes, dragging the boulders of the huge bridge forward amidst the whistles of the supervisors.

Those guys who were whipped must have fallen behind, maybe they were old, maybe they were sick, maybe they were hungry... Orville didn't care about these, anyway, every slave here will face this day, and then soon in the cold

die, and then more slaves will join.

The World Government says this is a project carried out to facilitate the connection of islands and benefit mankind.

But Orville felt that the higher-ups just wanted to find a place to torture those who disobeyed their orders.

He has been here for more than 20 years, and his ears are numb from all kinds of screams, but he has never heard of a single person praising the World Government's great kindness.

Oh, except the overseers.

Every time they enter the warm rooms and watchtowers, they thank the World Government for its generosity.

This so-called country on the bridge would have collapsed long ago without the support of the world government.

Orville doesn't think he is a psychopathic person, although he often whips slaves to vent his depression; although he occasionally finds excuses to execute some people who don't like him; although he also collects some bribes and lets some go.

A wealthy prisoner...but he's still a good overseer!

It’s just that I need to relieve my stress after staying in a place like this all year round.

He often told his subordinates that this was normal and human nature.

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Therefore, the more perverted a guy is, the more you love him.

Sometimes he would also lament, when will this boring life end?

But overall, he is still satisfied with life here.

Here, he is in charge of everything, and no one dares to resist his rule!

Reminiscing about the glorious past,

The annoying screams in my ears are getting closer and closer.

Orville's eyebrows gradually stood up.

Whipping the erring slave and making him roll past the long queue wailing, is a little game he invented for the overseers. Once everyone competes with each other, who of the slaves under the whip can scream the hardest and crawl the farthest, which can effectively improve the performance of the slave.

Secondly, the enthusiasm of the overseers is also for the benefit of the slaves here - punish a person and let everyone see it, so won't they not make mistakes in the future?

Ovel feels that he is really a kind person.

But he is very unhappy at the moment.

——Shouldn’t we tell those guys to stay away from here during the game?

As soon as he put down the coffee cup, two more screams came from the window.

Listen to that sound,

Already downstairs!

"Unruly guy!"

Orvel was furious, quickly put on his clothes and hung up his shiny whip.

He thumped downstairs and rushed to the door angrily. As soon as he put his palm on the doorknob, he made a sharp movement - wait, why did he feel that the two screams just now were a bit familiar?

How...a bit like the two guards outside the door?

The faint smell of blood drifted in through the crack of the door with the cold wind.

The blood on Orvel’s face faded instantly!

He tremblingly let go of the doorknob, stepped back a little, and stared at the two shadows under the crack of the door.

If you have something, just stand outside the door and wait for him to open the door!