One Piece: Groudon the Beasts

Chapter 311 Junzi's Memories

Faced with the terms proposed by Goode, Moria and Hawkeye made the same choice: even if they were ultimately defeated, they had to vent their anger.

That's not how you negotiate.

"Let's go outside!"

Hawkeye, carrying the black knife, turned and left in the night.

It's quite particular.

Fujitora got up and followed Mihawk.

"This matter arose because of me, and I cannot stand idly by. Please leave Lord Hawkeye to me. I happen to be a swordsman myself."

If it weren't for him, Goode wouldn't have provoked two Shichibukai like that. He would feel guilty if he didn't do something.

Moria sneered, "Hehehe, even a Marine Admiral might not be able to defeat that man."

"Maybe."

Good stroked his chin.

The title of "World's Greatest Swordsman" speaks volumes about Hawkeye's strength, and his battle with Fujitora is likely to take quite some time.

We're all swordsmen, let's have a good fight!

“Hahahaha!”

Moria took out a large pair of scissors, broke them into two large knives, and brandished them with great force, revealing a sinister smile.

"Let's start too!"

"us?"

Goode looked at Moria speechlessly.

This guy has lost so many times, where does his confidence come from?

Three seconds later.

"boom!!!"

The castle wall exploded, and Moria, his mouth full of blood, flew out of the castle and crashed heavily in front of Fujitora and Mihawk.

The two had just stepped out of the castle gate.

"Moria?!"

Hawkeye's brow twitched as he looked at the unconscious Moria.

Being able to serve as one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea speaks volumes about one's strength, but to have it disappear so quickly seems a bit too far-fetched.

As far as he knew, the Shadow-Shadow Fruit's power was quite bizarre; if he was careful, he should at least be able to hold off Goode for a while.

"Lord Moria!"

The three oddballs rushed out of the castle and ran to Moriah's side, terrified. They couldn't even see what was happening.

Just now, their vision blurred.

As the wall shattered, Lord Moria vanished, and the man appeared in Moria's place with his arms hunched over, still in the elbow strike position.

With just one strike, Lord Moria was sent flying by his elbow!

"Quickly, heal Lord Moria!"

"I know!"

The three oddballs were in a flurry of activity.

Hawkeye paused for a moment, then continued forward, arriving at an open forest with Fujitora, his fighting spirit rising within him.

Goode's power terrified him.

But at this moment, he was more looking forward to fighting Fujitora; he hadn't encountered a swordsman who required him to go all out in a long time.

Hawkeye raised the black knife.

"One of the twelve Supreme Grade Swords, the world's strongest black sword—Yoru!"

"My staff-sword seems to be listed as one of the Supreme Grade Swords as well. It is called Gambler's Line. Lord Hawkeye, you should be careful."

Fujitora slowly drew his cane sword.

In a duel between swordsmen, announcing the name of one's sword is a form of etiquette that acknowledges the other, and it generally only occurs in matches between people of the same skill level.

The wind is surging.

The next moment, the two of them swung their swords simultaneously!

"Qiang!!!"

The astonishing slicing waves collided and then shot into the sky!

Goode stood at the breach in the castle, watching the fierce battle in the forest; the duel between the two top swordsmen was extremely dangerous.

Swordsmen, in their pursuit of perfection, generally have high attack but low defense, so victory or defeat can be decided in an instant.

After exchanging blows, the two engaged in close combat, a pure contest of basic swordsmanship without many fancy moves.

They are all top-notch swordsmen, and neither of them will easily reveal a weakness. Their sword skills are more powerful, but they need to adopt a specific posture, which is equivalent to giving the opponent an opportunity.

"Evenly matched."

Goode watched for a while, then turned and left. He wasn't a swordsman and couldn't discern much advanced swordsmanship in the fight. Besides, while a winner could be decided at any moment, it was more likely to end in a stalemate.

In a secret room, Junzi wore a sea stone necklace, but no other sea stone on his body.

After breaking the contract on them, in addition to basic interrogation, the next step is to see if the experiment is truly effective.

Currently, it seems that Junzi's contract with Im has been severed, and the fact that Junzi is not dead is the best proof of this.

Goode entered the secret room.

"Speed, how's the situation?"

"This is bad. This woman is afraid to say anything about Im, and her thinking is very confused, as if she has two personalities."

Speed ​​replied.

Goode nodded slightly and looked at Junzi.

"Do you still remember who you are?"

"Jun Junzi".

Junzi clutched her head, her mind a jumble of two completely different lives intertwined, making it impossible for her to tell which was real. The more she thought about it, the more her head ached.

She remembered that she was Junzi, a member of the noble Knights of God, but what was with all these memories flooding back?

Weeping, Massacre
There was also the man who held her little hand and sang with her.

Junzi's face was full of pain as he muttered to himself.

“Dad. Brooke.”

"Brooke?"

Goode's heart skipped a beat.

Could the Brook this woman is talking about be the skeleton from the Straw Hat crew? He only remembers this one Brook.

Goode squinted and let out a rather peculiar laugh.

"Yo ho ho ho?"

"Brooke!"

Junzi suddenly opened his eyes wide.

That's Brooke's unique laugh!

But who is Brooke?
It looks familiar, but I can't quite place it.

No, she's a god, so why would she have these memories?

"There really is a connection."

Goode pursed his lips.

Goodness, the Straw Hat crew all have impressive backgrounds; even a skeleton can be connected to the Knights of God.

It seems that with the breakup of the demon contract, the "magic" that Im cast on Junko is slowly losing its effectiveness. In addition, this girl has been a Celestial Dragon for quite some time, and her memories are conflicting.

and many more.

"Even memory can be altered?"

Goode gasped.

Im has way too many abilities!
Could it be that she, like Blackbeard, can eat multiple Devil Fruits, or is simply an incarnation of a devil?

The unknown is often the most terrifying.

He was confident in his own abilities, but faced with Im's ever-increasing array of abilities, especially some conceptual ones, he couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine.

After all, it's just pure numerical data.

The more I learn about him, the more ridiculously powerful Im seems.

"It can transform people into demons, reverse their will, and even alter their memories to create new identities for them."

Goode thought of a possibility.

"Doesn't this mean that Im can capture powerful individuals and build an incomparably powerful and unbetrayable demon army?!"

"The Mink Tribe, the Giants"

"Those powerful special races will all become her targets!"

Previously, the World Government was strong enough that it did not need to increase its combat power, but now, with the world on the verge of chaos, the World Government's power is stretched thin.

If he were Im, he would definitely try every means to increase his own combat power, and the first thing he would target would be special races that could quickly increase their combat power.

Furthermore, we will hunt down strong individuals to increase the membership of the Knights of God!

Goode took a deep breath.

I originally thought that if Hoenn and Beasts continued to develop in an orderly manner, their chances of winning against the World Government, even if they couldn't be guaranteed, should be over 50%.

The advantage is his!

But now Im alone has brought the win rate back.

We can't afford to be reckless!

(End of this chapter)