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As it turned out... the Negative Hollows that passed through Midnight's ghostly body became even more negative...

But Midnight herself remained unmoved: "Naughty!"

An aura of death surged, and her seven-meter-long white hair swirled up like ribbons, binding Perona into a mummy...

Perona's eyes nearly popped out: "Ho-how is this possible?! I, am I not a user of the Ghost-Ghost Fruit?"

Even Armament Haki Overlord Body couldn't hurt her, so how could this be!

Midnight flashed over, smiling right in her face: "Of course it's because... your big sister here is a real ghost!"

Gah! — Her eyes rolled back, turning completely white. Perona fainted on the spot.

Midnight laughed, the kind of laugh that was truly, genuinely happy.

The Banshees were strong, but heavy with resentment and lacked clear consciousness... The drowned water ghosts were too ugly, and the ghost attendants were too weak. For a long time, Midnight, who existed as Su Ming's head housekeeper on the midnight rose, hadn't had a single peer she could communicate with normally.

Now, that was better. With a fun little ghost sister coming to deliver herself, Midnight was naturally happy.

As expected. I, who suggested that my Master attack Thriller Bark, really was too forward-thinking!

Thinking of this, the white hair binding Perona tightened involuntarily. She couldn't let Perona's soul return.

...

On the other side, a figure surging with blood mist and rampant killing intent smashed through a large number of zombies one after another, savagely piercing through the entire battle formation. He headed straight for Moriah.

In the air, Su Ming's fanatical shout still echoed: "Moriah! Come out, I'm here to start a team fight with you!"

Clang! — The modao bristle-tusk spun like the wind, and wherever it passed, severed limbs flew wildly. Those split in half, or those whose bodies and armor were shattered, were too numerous to count!

His eye twitched slightly, and Moriah grinned hideously: "Omar, do you think you're invincible?! Don't joke around, let me show you my ultimate weapon!"

"Come forth! Special Zombie — Number 900!"

"Awaken! The giant demon who shook the world five hundred years ago — Oars!"

Rumble! — The earth trembled. Endless shadows were pulled out, then swarmed like a pack of snakes into the building behind.

Chapter 108: The Defeat of Gekko Moriah

The place where the shadows swarmed and gathered looked exactly like a rift to the abyss. As the shadows continued to pour in, a wild and primitive aura began to soar.

A moment later.

Huff! — A rough, heavy breath like a gale sounded.

Rumble! — The buildings behind collapsed in sheets. A thick, sturdy zombie arm slammed heavily onto the ground, and following that, a figure as huge as a titan slowly crawled up from underground.

"It's not over yet! Brat!"

Clang. A sharp sword light struck abruptly, and the sword aura collided fiercely with Su Ming's modao bristle-tusk.

Bang! — After a brief stalemate, this sword aura was forcibly disintegrated by Su Ming. The dispersing residual force sliced into the earth, carving out crisscrossing gullies.

"The Great Swordsman who has never been defeated in his life, and strikes down any opponent with a single blow! Hehehe! — Ryuma, hack this bastard to death for me!"

Moriah laughed crazily, however... this guy was a coward who stayed in his shadow-form state at all times, truly a classic example of someone whose mouth says one thing while his body acts another.

Su Ming sneered. The modao bristle-tusk swept upward, countering attack with attack. Amidst the sharp sound of metal colliding, Ryuma's super-speed slash was blocked halfway!

A trace of helplessness flashed in the depths of his eyes, and Ryuma, wearing a kimono, said: "My apologies, young man. Although I don't want to be your enemy, but... this is unavoidable, isn't it!"

"Great Swordsman Ryuma?" Su Ming praised: "Apologies or whatever... it doesn't matter!"

"However, your sword is indeed very strong to be able to block the blade of the bristle-tusk!"

"Ahahaha! —" Ryuma laughed loudly, his feet exerting force as he retreated over ten meters in an instant. After assuming a stance to charge up a draw-slash, he then said with a look of longing: "Is it called bristle-tusk? Hahaha, good name, good sword!"

"Young man! Try to cut me down!"

"Only in this way can you and your bristle-tusk become truly famous blades!"

Although he didn't know why a perfectly normal conversation had suddenly become so chuunibyou. However! Ryuma's challenge. Su Ming accepted it!

He dragged the modao bristle-tusk along the ground and fully unleashed his Armament Haki Overlord Body. Conquerors Haki Pressure wrapped around the blade, and crackling crimson electricity tore through the air like a demon!

Six Paths of Number Theory locked onto Ryuma!

The invisible and intangible gravitational waves became the carrier medium at this moment!

Su Ming brought his blade down! Ryuma drew his sword in sync!

Humming-Three-Verse: Arrow-Notch Slash! —

A brilliant sword light slashed down fiercely, the buildings in the distance shifted like a mirror, and even Thriller Bark was split by this strike, leaving a hideous gash a thousand meters long!

Ryuma's figure staggered. With just one step, his Shusui longsword had only been drawn halfway! His entire body was then intersected, sliced into over a dozen severed pieces in an extremely smooth manner!

"Amazing! A new famous blade... is born..."

Clatter, clatter, the severed pieces fell to the ground in a flurry. The corpse remains disintegrated inch by inch, eventually turning into a wisp of blue smoke and dissipating, leaving only a shadow that quickly escaped into the darkness and vanished.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"That was the legendary Ryuma!"

"As a dignified Great Swordsman, how could he lose so miserably!"

Moriah was dumbfounded, Moriah couldn't believe it — he refused to believe the facts before his eyes!

A newcomer who was never known for swordsmanship had, in front of the Great Swordsman Ryuma, forced Ryuma to the point where he didn't even have room to draw his sword normally with a single strike!

This kind of thing! Who the hell would believe it!

Rumble! — Another cloud of murky fog exploded, and the buildings on the island-ship collapsed and shattered over a large area! The number of zombies killed in the aftermath was even greater!

"Nothing is impossible, Moriah. You wouldn't naively think that a mere corpse could recreate the glory of the past Ryuma, would you?"

The earth-shattering shouts of killing behind him could not stop Su Ming's advance.

"Bastard! I still have Oa..."

"Stop screaming, you idiot!"

Su Ming stood still ten meters away from Moriah and tilted his chin, signaling the other to look back: "Your Oars was just cut down by me with one strike!"

As soon as he finished speaking.

Rumble! — The sound of a heavy object hitting the ground echoed simultaneously, and the dust, accompanied by a shockwave, swept across the entire battlefield!

Sweat appeared on Moriah's forehead, and he turned his head back stiffly. What met his eyes was Oars's body, split in two. It was obvious that the strike Su Ming had just directed at Ryuma had also taken care of Oars in the process!

Thud! — The modao bristle-tusk was plunged into the ground by Su Ming. Su Ming assumed a stance. He threw a punch through the air!

Boom! — Moriah's eyes bulged out ten meters away, and his body suddenly flew backward nearly a hundred meters!

Along the way, he crashed through quite a few buildings with a thud-thud-thud, not even waiting for Moriah to fall freely.

Su Ming threw another punch through the air! The seven-meter-tall massive body shot up into the sky! When it reached the high point, Su Ming threw another punch!

Boom! — Moriah flew sideways again!

Boom, boom, boom! — Su Ming just went on, punch after punch, beating Moriah until he was hanging in the sky, unable to land! And he hadn't even taken a single step!