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5. Muscle Man Shocked

"Ahem…"

Mo Fei stood up from the ground and let out a heavy breath. The electric current in his body surged, and the cells in the place where his chest was hit became active again.

Then, a tiny electric current quickly circulated through his body, stimulating the nerves and muscle tissues in his entire body.

Mo Fei felt as if he had been injected with stimulants and had received a buff. He looked at Brother Ming and said," Again!"

Without any hesitation, the distance of ten meters was covered in an instant.

This was a speed that was even faster than before. It was not just speed, but the enhancement of cell activity gave him an extraordinary feeling. He had better vision, stronger strength and perception, and sharper nerve reflexes.

Mo Feiren was in mid-air, and a stream of light slashed towards Doflemingo's chest.

Sword Draw!

He had practiced it thousands of times every day. This move, which was known for its speed, had long become one of the most familiar instincts of his body.

The saber was like a breeze or a bright moon, but it was also like winter thunder that shook the frost. The blade seemed to have become an extension of his body, as if he was wielding his arms and fingers. His entire thought followed the blade and slashed out. Mo Fei could sense that this blade was his most extreme sublimation.

Thousands of beautiful things were gathered within three feet.

Seeing the bright moon…

Listen to the wind!

Following this direction, Mo Fei seemed to have vaguely touched the threshold of a sword technique. It was the realm of the metal cutting that he was currently unable to reach. However, as he confirmed the direction, he believed that he would be able to break through the door one day.

"Good, you've made me excited."

Doframingo's eyes lit up. What he had displayed with this slash was already amazing enough.

However, he would not show mercy. On the contrary, the more talented he was, the more he needed to be polished. He needed to let him understand how powerful he was. Even if he became a family member, he had to have a sense of belonging to the family and respect for him!

There were many geniuses in this world, and he was one of them. He had awakened the Conqueror's Color at the age of 10, and he was a king among millions of people.

Therefore, he needed to show his determination.

When Mo Fei's blade slashed over, he clenched his fist and threw a punch at the blade.

Bang!

The shockwave spread out from the place where the fist and the saber collided. A strong wind blew on the ground, blowing their hair into a mess.

When their eyes met, Doframingo's other hand bent and popped out. The transparent and colorless thread disappeared into the air.

[Parasite Line]

" Fufufufu, the truly interesting battle has just begun. I hope you won't disappoint me." Doframenco said with a laugh.

This was one of Brother Ming's signature moves. The reason why he was so powerful in the North Sea was because he could control people like puppets.

Dorflemingo was also a genius. He had developed the ordinary Thread Fruit to the extreme.

Mo Fei didn't know what this ability was exactly, but his eyes narrowed as he stared at Brother Ming. The electromagnetic particles around him were detected by him, and he vaguely sensed that something dangerous had appeared behind him.

[Telepathy]

The ability was a method of perception developed based on the nature of electromagnetic waves. Through one's own body, one could sense the free electrons in the air. These charged particles would react to different electromagnetic waves with different information, thus achieving an effect similar to the domineering sight.

Of course, at this stage, the telepathy effect was only at LV.1, and it was not as effective as the visual color domineering aura, which could be activated as long as one had stamina.

Maintaining this ability required concentration, and it consumed a lot of energy. The effect was not good, which was why Doflemingo and the others thought that he had mastered the domineering aura.

However, this ability had other uses, but it was not useful now.

……

……

After sensing something, Mo Fei didn't even think about it. The electric current in his body circulated again, and his body accelerated as he fell from the sky.

At the same time.

He swiped his hand from his waist and a flintlock pistol appeared in his hand. He aimed the muzzle at Doflemingo and without hesitation, he fired all six bullets.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of gunshots rang out, and the recoil also accelerated Mo Fei's fall, allowing him to dodge the [Parasite Line] from behind.

Bang!

He landed successfully.

Mo Fei didn't hesitate. His body continued to rotate at a high speed, and he attacked with his saber again.

When he fired just now, he had already seen that his bullets had failed to hit the target. Doflemingo pulled out a few threads and cut his bullets into many parts. None of them worked.

Fortunately, his unexpected short spear had somewhat disturbed Brother Ming's breathing, which gave him the opportunity to make the first move.

All of this might sound troublesome, but it actually happened in the instant they exchanged blows. If it wasn't for Mo Fei being vigilant enough, coupled with the ability developed from his talent and his own response, if he had been hit by the [Parasite Thread] just now, this wave would have ended in GG.

Especially after Mo Fei pulled out his gun, not only did he interrupt Dorflemenco's next attack, but he also made him a little tired, giving him a chance to continue attacking.

It was not strange for Mo Fei to have a gun on him. The power of firearms in this world could not be underestimated. As a pirate hunter, it was not too much for him to have a gun.

Moreover, the sword technique he was learning required him to combine a spear and a saber.

[Sword Technique, Two-Phase Flow] was a sword technique that Mo Fei had learned. It sounded a little unfamiliar, but the reason why Mo Fei chose him was because this sword technique was very similar to a sword technique that he knew in his previous life-Reeds and Celebrities!

The person who taught him the Two-Phase Sword Technique was an old man who had returned from the great sea route. Although his strength was not very strong and he was crippled, he had defeated many powerful enemies with his practical sword technique.

Being able to return to the North Sea alive from the great sea route was a manifestation of strength.

……

……

In the huge space of the entire stadium, the others had already retreated far away. They were slightly shocked to see the figures moving back and forth in the stadium.

Although the thin figure was being beaten, it was still tenaciously resisting the attacks from all sides. In just a few minutes, the long saber was covered in cracks.

The threads from Doflan Mingco were even tougher and sharper than Mo Fei's sword. Mo Fei's body was already covered in wounds.

Although he was able to seize the initiative temporarily, the difference in strength made him fall into a disadvantage after a few moves. He could only barely hold on under the storm of attacks.

Slash!

Another wound appeared on his shoulder. This time, Mo Fei didn't retreat but advanced instead. His long blade, which was full of holes, slashed at Doflemenco's chest with an indomitable momentum.

[Five-colored Line]

Brother Ming pulled with both hands, and five lines of silk stretched across his chest like a staff. Mo Fei was like a musical idiot who couldn't read music, unable to move an inch in front of this mountain.

Kacha!

The long blade that had been cut by the threads many times finally couldn't hold on any longer and broke into two. However, Mo Fei didn't retreat from the group. Instead, he gave up his blade and slapped towards the five-colored threads.

The corners of Doflan Mingco's mouth curled up. Just as he was about to say something, his expression suddenly changed. Mo Fei's hand was flashing with a strong blue light, and a cluster of electric arcs flashed along the five-colored lines. With a crackling sound, Doflan Mingco's arms were charred black, and his clothes turned into pieces of cloth that flew in the air.

However, he did not care about this at all. Instead, he looked at Mo Fei in shock, and the orange sunglasses on his nose bridge slid down a little.

"You ate the Thunder Fruit?" he exclaimed.

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