Chapter 222

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With a loud thud, the bloodied Mad Bull Michael toppled to the ground.

The silvery 'longsword' in Abel's hand dissipated along with the surrounding sword domain.

Even though Mad Bull Michael was a Zoan-type Devil Fruit user with incredible vitality and decent defense, he was no match for Abel's sword will attack.

Escape was futile, and fighting back was impossible. The entire ordeal was like being toyed with amid applause.

Mad Bull Michael died a suffocating death.

The price Abel paid was merely a few dozen sword wills congealed from his ability. Now at level 4, he could gather sword wills at four times the original speed.

Moreover, with his enhanced physique and mental strength, he could recover within a few days.

Abel mainly used the rapid movement technique to test the real combat power of his skills, enjoying the thrill of battle, otherwise, he wouldn't have needed to waste so much sword will.

Nonetheless, Abel felt exhilarated. That was enough for him!

At that moment, Baby-5 ran over from a short distance, "Abel, that move was so cool! So many swords appeared in the sky and swoosh, all the enemies were killed."

"Save your praises for later. Let's see if we can utilize this guy's soul first."

Everyone enjoys being praised for looking cool; after all, being strong is secondary to looking good.

However, the matter at hand came first, lest the soul dissipate.

Baby-5 carefully examined the freshly extracted soul orb of Mad Bull Michael before shaking her head, "No good, it's not pure enough. It hasn't reached the depths of raging fury."

Abel, already somewhat prepared, showed no ripples of disappointment inside upon hearing her answer.

He simply nodded and asked, "How much of a gap?"

Baby-5 gestured a distance with two fingers.

"Missing by twenty percent? It seems that some people's madness and anger are just superficial facades," Abel muttered, shaking his head.

These particular types of degenerated souls were indeed not easy to find.

He sighed in his heart but wasn't too disappointed, as he had anticipated such a scenario might happen when he first sought the[Human Soul Engulfed in Intense Color Y].

Even worse situations, like being stuck owing to the requirement of a specific degenerated soul and subsequently being unable to activate later demonic weapon forms, could occur.

It wasn't needless worrying; this was a very plausible situation.

But fortunately, if it came to that point, Abel had one last resort: to place a wish order and acquire one through the system.

As long as one was willing to pay the price, it would be no issue.

That was the charm of trading.

If you have something I need, let's just trade.

Nevertheless, there was no rush. Abel decided to keep looking, as his trading points didn't come from thin air.

...

Meanwhile, as Abel began to help his family make their mark on the Grand Line, Law and Corazon's voyage to seek medical treatment continued.

"How disgusting, guard, guard!"

"Lead Island Disease?! Quick, get him out of here."

"Nurse, move all the disinfectant over here, sterilize every place they've walked through 3 times, no, ten times!!!"

"And take all these clothes out; burn them all!"

"How can that disgusting thing still exist, hasn't it been long dead?"

"Why have you guys come back again?"

"Ah! Don't hit me."

...

Walking on the street, Law's expression had already become numb.

To him, the scene from before was just child's play compared to the past half year.

"How many doctors have you turned into a pig's head already? Aren't you going to give up?"

"It's because that guy said something too offensive, I couldn't hold myself back in the moment. I've checked the sea chart; there are still many hospitals on other islands that we haven't visited."

Corazon said indignantly on behalf of Law as he pulled out a tattered sea chart from his pocket and marked an X on one of the islands with a red pen.

If you looked closely, you would see that the chart, almost covering the entire North Blue, had many big and small X's marked over it with a red pen.

These X's represented the places they had visited, and so far, there had been no progress, as if they were just exhausting their efforts in vain.

"At this rate, do you plan to have the hospitals throughout the entire North Blue blacklisting us both? I don't really care, I'll probably be dead within a year anyway."

"You won't die!"

Corazon suddenly interrupted Law, stating emphatically.

"I said I will definitely find a way to cure you so that you can live like a normal person."

Law was taken aback.

"Let's go, what are you dazing out for? If we don't hurry, we'll miss the next ship to the other island."

Law pulled his hat down low, with his mood somewhat unsettled.

At night.

Unable to catch the ship, Law and Corazon, due to the shortage of funds, could only find a place to make do with sleeping near the seashore.

Reflecting on the various experiences when seeking medical help during this period, Corazon was filled with self-blame.

He felt if he hadn't forcibly taken Law out, he wouldn't have made Law endure so much difficulty, reopening his scars for others to see, time and again receiving nothing but cold, disdainful stares.

He wanted to save him, yet it seemed like he was pushing Law further into an abyss.

These pressures were something he couldn't talk about with anyone, so he took the opportunity while Law was asleep to cry silently, pouring out his heart to the sea.

What he didn't know was that Law hadn't fallen asleep and heard everything.

It deeply shocked Law's spirit, and he bit his lip hard so as not to cry out loud.

It also made Law realize that there actually was someone in this world who sincerely cared for him.

The next day, when Corazon woke up, he saw Law already lively and making breakfast.

Upon seeing him awake, Law greeted him with a smile.

"Good morning, Mr. Cora-san."

"Good morning eh? What did you call me? Cora-Cora-Cora-san?"

Corazon's face was one of disbelief and the excitement hidden in his eyes.

With a slight blush, Law called out again, "Mr. Cora-san."

This was the first time Law had addressed him this way since they had met; he usually just called him by name.

This slight change made Corazon incredibly surprised and he showed a terrifyingly enthusiastic smile.

"Hahaha, you finally called me Mr. Cora-san."

"Law, I'm not dreaming, right?"

"What kind of disgusting smile is that! Hurry up and put it away, let's have breakfast!"

"Okay, okay~"

As that invisible barrier was completely broken down, their relationship also evolved beyond the ordinary.