Chapter 788: Power from Huangquan

  Chapter 788 Power from Huangquan
  A crowd of villains looked at Maude with dull eyes.
too fast.
  Almost to see nothing, the group of beasts and pirate group members who had defeated them a while ago, just lay down in blood.
  "In an instant, give these ferocious humans to..."
   "What a terrible power!!!"
  "What is the origin of this human being......!!!"
  Some time ago, even with the strength of the whole clan, they could not resist the attack of the members of this group of beasts and pirates.
  So that even the king became a prisoner, even more so that he would suffer such cruel torture.
  And the human being who suddenly appeared in front of him defeated this group of tricky enemies in an instant.
   witnessed Mod’s incomparable strength, and the little human races were shocked.
  Maud's gaze flicked over the shivering young human races in the beast cage, and a gentle smile appeared on his handsome face, which looked like the warm morning sun.
"never mind."
  A short sentence is full of power that can calm people's hearts.
  The little human children kept their eyes wide open and fixed their eyes on Maude.
  The gentle smile is slowly melting the panic in their hearts.
  They felt Maud’s kindness.
  Some little boys looked at Maude, full of admiration.
  In their view, Maude’s arrival is like a hero in the story. When they encountered danger, they fell from the sky to save them.
  Different from the pure perception of children, the other young people of the little human race, as well as the older members of the little human race, just felt a kind of from Maude's body
  Similar to the perception of the strong giving shelter to the weak.
  And such asylum is never a unilateral effort.
   But anyway, the sudden appearance of Maude is their only hope at this moment.
  Slightly soothed the villains, Maude then looked at the last enemy left in the field-Monet.
  At this moment.
  Monet looked at the sudden emergence of Maude with serious dread.
  In just a few seconds, a layer of cold sweat oozes out of her forehead.
  Returning to the familiar room a few days ago, she stood in front of the window and vowed silently in her heart that she would let Maude die.
  She made these ambitions and firmly believes that she can do what she said.
  The root of self-confidence comes from Kaido's power and influence, and Caesar's ancient experiments with artificial devil fruits.
  She has sorted out all the jigsaw pieces, and the next thing to do is to take some time to put the jigsaw pieces together.
  Maybe three years, maybe five years, or even ten years.
  But in order to avenge the young master and the family members of the Don Quixote family, she has patience and can afford to wait.
  But...
  Maud appeared suddenly.
   just appeared before her eyes.
   caught off guard, Monet's heart was full of coolness.
   "Why does this man come to Dresrosa..."
   "Why can he find here..."
   "Why is this..."
  There was a chill in Monet's heart, and he wondered when he would appear.
  She is desperate.
  The man who she wanted to cramp in front of her, just standing there, completely killed her any prospects for the future.
  Maud looked at Monet, who was sweating constantly.
  This is how the weak should react in front of the strong.
  In order to deepen this reaction, Maude’s eyes gradually became sharp, and the overlord aura came out, turning into a dimly-colored aperture, which instantly passed through Monet's body like a shock wave.
  Swept by the overlord's aura, Monet's body was shocked, his eyes trembled, and his face paled.
   Can’t win, absolutely can’t win...
  There is no chance, no hope.
   is going to die here...
  But, how can it end like this.
  I want to avenge the young master! ! !
Do not.
  Never die here.
   Monet shouted angrily in his heart.
   Suddenly boiling emotions caused her to resist.
  嗤嗤
  With a slight sound, Monet's body quickly accumulated cold, and his body gradually turned white, and began to emit bursts of white smoke.
  At first glance, the cold smoke coming out of Monet’s snowy body was similar to when the blue pheasant used his abilities.
   "I have only one chance..."
   "Use the strongest move!!!"
  Monet suppressed the timidity in his heart, and Maude's figure was reflected in his golden eyes.
  She knows very well.
  Even if he could find an opportunity, he would never defeat Maud.
  But it may create the possibility of escape.
The idea of ​​   is not to be cowardly before a fight, but to recognize the reality.
  With Mord’s bottomless strength, there is no chance of winning with dozens of her.
   "Want to escape?"
  Maud suddenly spoke.
  "!!!"
   Monet's pupils shrank, and he took a half step back subconsciously.
"is it possible?"
  Maud flipped his wrist and put Qiushui into the sheath.
   Such a move of retracting the sword and returning to its sheath made Monet's thoughts pause like a frightened bird.
   "click..."
   Just when Monet was surprised by Maude’s sudden act of closing the knife, there was a sound of footsteps at the entrance of the passageway.
  That is the sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground.
  In addition to footsteps, there is also a humming sound with precise melody.
  Monet listened to the voice coming from behind, and wanted to look back, but the invisible pressure from Maude made her dare not look away.
  Even if she blinked her eyes once, she felt very dangerous.
   In desperation, Monet could only turn his back to the entrance of the passage, letting the sound of footsteps and humming get closer and closer.
  The sweat oozing out on the smooth forehead has also become more and more.
  Facing Maude alone is a desperate situation.
  Now there is an enemy from behind.
  The situation...
  It's too bad.
   A deep sense of powerlessness, once again eroded Monet's spirit.
  The one who came from the stairway was Brook.
   "Yoooooooo..."
  Brook followed Lafayette’s signature moves, walking towards Monet while turning the Soul Sword in his hand.
of course.
  The humming sound that sounded quite pleasing did not stop.
  "This lady, I hope you can understand that my captain will not attack you from the back. In fact, my captain does not need to do that either."
  Brook stopped at a distance of about ten meters behind Monet, raised the Sword of Souls, and said seriously: "So, please turn around without worry, because I can solve you alone."
  "……"
  Monet was silent when he heard Brooke's words.
  Normally, no one can easily believe the words of the enemy.
  But.
  As Brooke said, Maude does not need to attack her from the back.
  And what Brooke wanted to express was that he didn't mean to join forces to besiege her.
  On the other hand, she is confident that she can be solved by one person alone.
  Monet's thoughts turned quickly in a short period of time, and then he made a decision quickly.
  She is now half of her body hanging over the cliff.
What if    is a steel cable that has moved into the air?
and so--
   Monet braced, and while accumulating cold air, he slowly turned around and looked at Brook, who was standing ten meters away, completely exposing his back to Maude.
  Maud, who had already returned Qiu Shui to his sheath, did not make a move, but instead refocused his attention on the little human race.
   Monet didn't feel the danger behind him, he sighed with relief in his heart.
  In the circumstance that she was about to fall off the cliff, she chose to walk on the suspended steel cable.
  She was right.
  The enemy is giving her a chance...
  If you can grasp it, there is still a chance.
"Ok?"
  Suddenly, Monet's eyes changed and he looked at Brooke suddenly.
   To be more precise, I was looking at the Soul Sword in Brooke's hands.
  The faint blue light faintly radiating from the sword, like a warning light of danger, kept moving Monet's nerves.
  A dangerous sword.
  The owner who holds the sword is equally dangerous.
   Monet instantly realized that the skeleton man in front of him also had the strength to threaten her.
   "Damn..."
   Monet, who didn't want to think about it any more, made a decisive move.
  The large amount of chill accumulated in the body before, immediately gathered along the throat and in Monet's mouth.
   "Blizzard!"
  Monet opened his mouth, and spit out a cold wind wrapped in snowflakes, covering the large fan-shaped area where Brook was.
The power of    is far inferior to the ice age of the blue pheasant, but it also pulls the huge underground harbor into the ice and snow in an instant.
   "It's really a spectacular snow, it's going to get goose bumps, although I don't have goose bumps, oh oh oh..."
   Seeing the blizzard sweeping over, Brooke stepped into the blizzard instead of retreating.
   "Yoooooooo..."
  Unique laughter, instantly drowned by the sound of wind and snow.
  Looking at Brooke's behavior, Monet frowned.
  The strongest move clearly swallowed the enemy, but for some reason, there was no excitement, but vaguely felt that something was wrong.
  嗤
  Suddenly.
  Amidst the roar of the blizzard, there were other sounds.
  Monet was shocked.
   is to see the raging blizzard being torn apart a huge hole.
Do not.
  It should be said that a big hole was cut out.
  After that, Monet's temple was prickling slightly, and he suddenly felt the danger.
  In the white blizzard in the eyes, a sharp sword light suddenly arrived, reaching its extreme.
   Monet opened his eyes wide.
  After reacting, the sword light that I saw just now has disappeared without a trace.
   "锵"
   Then, behind him came the sound of returning the sword into its sheath.
   "Ooooooo, the song of plundering. Snow cutting."
   Then, it was Brooke who read the name of the move aloud.
  It’s just that after finishing the move, the act of reciting the name of the move, as if it was already a declaration of victory.
  Listening to the scabbard sound, listening to Brooke’s declaration.
  Monet seemed to understand something, his face slowly showed a daze.
  嗤
  In front of Monet, a burst of blood spattered suddenly.
  "Not an armed color..."
   "But... I... was cut?"
   "Why... can be cut to..."
"Ok?"
   "It's cold..."
"Eh?"
  "Why am I cold..."
   "Okay, it hurts."
Suddenly, all kinds of doubts arose in Monet's mind.
  She slowly lowered her head and looked at the wound cut by the Sword of Soul.
   was stunned to discover that around the long and narrow wound that crossed the abdomen of the snow body, there was actually a layer of dark blue ice floating like clusters of ghost fire.
   "Ice on the snow?"
  Monet was stunned, and even more puzzled.
  It's just her doubts, which obviously can't be answered.
  Body strength lost with the blood, and consciousness gradually began to blur.
   With a strong unwillingness, Monet fell to the ground, but there was still a breath.
  As she fell to the ground, the blizzard spawned by her stopped at a speed visible to the naked eye.
  In this battle, only one move will determine the outcome.
  The power from Huangquan is beginning to show up.
   "I'm rude, beautiful lady."
   Brook's hollow eyes, quietly watching Monet lying on the snow.
  Blood flowed from under Monet, and it was a dazzling bright red against the white snow.
   "A beautiful attack, not only cut away the blizzard, but also cut away her snow body. You are really getting better and better now, Brooke."
   Behind him, Maude’s unerring compliment came from behind.
   "Ooooooo!"
  Brook turned around, looked at Maude with a smile on his face, and said implicitly: "The captain has passed the award. It is the credit of the Soul Sword. It just restrains this lady's ability."
  The reason why I was able to cut through the blizzard and Monet's snow just now was not because of the armed color, but the blue ghost light in my hand, as if from the sword of the soul under the yellow spring.
  When his aura of yellow spring echoes this sword of soul, it can inspire a chill above the ice and snow.
  Although Brook is not very clear, but...
  He felt that the chill might come from the power of Huangquan.
  Furthermore, under the influence of Maude's thinking and imagination, Brooke no longer simply regards the yellow spring fruit as an ability that can only be used for resurrection.
  According to Maud’s words.
  Now he has lost his flesh and bones, and has lost all the characteristics that he should have as a creature.
  But he is still alive, can eat, drink, spread, and sleep.
  This is enough to explain.
  Huangquan fruit is a rare ability.
  It is not like other devil fruits that require biological genes as a carrier. It directly resides in the soul and changes something invisibly.
  Under the influence of Mord's concept, Brooke began to feel that just using the coldness of the yellow spring to injure the enemy's soul is not a special ability.
  Perhaps as the ability deepens, it may also lead to a higher level of soul ability.
  He is looking forward to [Awakening].
  Although it's hard and hard...
  "Humility is a good thing, but don’t be too humble, Brooke."
  Maud glanced at the Sword of Souls in Brooke's hand, smiled and said: "You have to understand that the source of this power comes from you, and it is because of you that this sword can be called the Sword of Souls."
   "Captain..."
  Brook was slightly startled, and then he was full of joy.
   "Ooooooo!"
  Being able to get such praise from Maude, he smiled happily.
Yes.
  He has to continue on the road to becoming stronger.
  Evolve the power of that yellow spring into the scene that Maude once mentioned.
  So, Fang lived up to the captain’s expectations.
  The wind and snow stop.
  There is still a chill in the underground port.
  Maud came in front of the King of the Tata clan.
   "Everyone, I will help you resolve the crisis."
   "So..."
  "Lishang exchanges, can you do me a favor?"
  Maud is straight to the point.
  (End of this chapter)