Pirates: There is no prohibition of fishing in Marijoa.

Brooke stepped past Jerry, took two steps forward, changed his laughing style, and said seriously:

"I don't know if I can do it. In order to defeat you, I have been training and getting stronger over the past few years."

Obviously, Ryoma didn't care about Brook's so-called strengthening, and he continued to expose his opponent's scars.

"What? You want to challenge me now?"

"Will you not start fighting like last time, screaming something like 'Don't touch my afro' and begging for mercy?"

Brook was at a loss when it came to this matter. The afro was really important and meaningful to him.

"you…"

Longma continued with contempt:

"Haha, as long as you still care about the afro, you will never be able to win me over."

"After all, there's such a big flaw there, and I'm not blind."

Even though he knew his biggest weakness, Brook was helpless. He couldn't just watch the only thing left of his afro get damaged and do nothing.

"As my shadow, you should understand the significance of these hairs. How could you have the heart to harm them?"

With some memories, Brooke questioned the other party in a low voice.

"As your shadow? That's a thing of the past. My current master is Lord Moria."

After the shadow is taken away and a contract is made, it will only recognize Moria as its master. Ryoma is in this state.

"In that case, there is no point in talking any more. I will defeat you and take back my shadow."

Facing Brook's challenge, Ryoma said without fear:

"Come on, come if you can."

The two men drew their swords quickly and struck each other dozens of times in the blink of an eye.

Both men were using the same sword techniques, but Brook was gradually losing the upper hand.

It's not because there are problems with his moves and responses, but because when only bones are left, although the weight is lighter, the strength and speed will naturally be greatly weakened due to the loss of muscles.

Therefore, even if he parried the attack in the right direction, he could not resist it completely. Unless he could dodge it completely, it would be difficult for him to receive the attack.

"Yohoho, have you gotten stronger? Just so-so."

"I am indeed your shadow. Because of this, I know exactly how you became stronger."

"You'll never be able to defeat me!"

Samurai Ryoma dealt with Brook easily, but he was still confused.

Watching from the sidelines as Brooke meant to, Jerry could see that Brooke wasn't just limited by his weakness with his afro.

He is also far behind in terms of physical attributes. Inside Ryoma's body is his shadow, but his physical body is real. He is the legendary dragon-slaying warrior.

Even if it is just a corpse that has been dead for hundreds of years, it is still much stronger than Brook's skeleton.

The two sides attacked each other with fierce sword skills, but Brook was always the one who got hurt. After being chopped away again, Ryoma felt that he could almost deal with him again.

"You are in such a mess. It seems like it's time to destroy you so that you don't try to take back Shadow again."

"Next, we will use our most proud sword feather slash to finish you off."

Ryoma, who was almost intact, looked down at the fallen Brook, as if he was leisurely waiting for him to stand up, intending to knock him down head-on.

"You, you don't understand shit! Don't mention the name of that move in front of me!"

"You've forgotten my feelings and past, so you have no right to bring this up!"

Perhaps that move carried many of Brook's past events and emotions. After he finished speaking excitedly, he stood up and pointed his sword at the enemy.

Seeing this, Longma did not argue with him, but took the same posture and said with a chuckle:

“Yohohoho, if you want me not to mention it, then come and break this sword technique and defeat me. Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance.”

Brook was silent for a moment, then a determined look appeared on his face.

"Nose snort three Ding, sword feather slash!"

After saying that, Ryoma and Brook attacked at the same time.

Seeing that the two men used the same moves, Jerry's eyes flashed and he stopped being a statue.

Like a phantom, he suddenly appeared between the two people in the field.

At the critical moment, he stretched out his black hand to block Ryoma's attack after he broke Brook's moves, interrupting the fight between the two sides.

"Brook, that's enough. You still can't defeat him at the moment. The difference in physical strength is too great."

Looking down at the tear in his clothes, Brook knew he had lost. He said dejectedly:

"Yes, I am too weak, otherwise... I would not be able to fulfill that promise."

"Thank you, Mr. Jerry."

Jumping back, Longma chuckled and said:

"Yohoho, as expected, the oppression I felt at the beginning was not an illusion."

Jerry helped Brook sit on the ground against the wall, then stood up, pulled out his fishing rod and said:

"Brooke, you take a rest here first, and leave the rest to me."

With multiple sword wounds all over his body and countless broken bones and clothes, Brook really needs to recover.

After nodding to him, Brooke didn't refuse anymore, and Jerry looked at Ryoma in front of him.

"Next, your opponent will be me."

"Yohoho, wanna help that worthless afro?"

"You seem very strong. It seems that I will face a tough battle after a long time. I am really excited!"

As he spoke, Longma flew forward, deciding to strike first.

"Revolutionary Dance: Forward Dance!"

"prick!"

Faced with the rapid slashing attack launched by the enemy after the advance, Jerry pulled out the pole and chopped, muttering the names of the moves nonsense.

"when!"

Weapons collided, and neither side backed down.

Not having the advantage in strength, Ryoma quickly changed his tactics.

"Night Song: Stab!"

"cut!"

Jerry lifted up his fishing rod, forcing the tip of the sword that was attacking his chest to rise up.

"Boom!"

Where the deflected sword was pointing, the sword energy blasted a hole in the wall above.

"Eh? Is my straight piercing move really that powerful!?"

The eyeless Brook was still dumbfounded. He had never used the same move to such an effect.

"Oh my, as expected, even though you've been dead for many years, you still have some strength left."

"Of course, but you're much better than that afro."

After being stabbed by the sword, Longma involuntarily took a few steps back. When he heard Jerry's words, he also spoke out in affirmation, and did not forget to stab the melon-eating skeleton next to him with the sword of words.

Then he swung his sword and shouted loudly:

"Come on, let's show off!"

Seeing Longma's resolute attitude, Jerry's face also became a little serious. This was a respect for a legendary warrior and swordsman, even though he was only a flesh and blood body and could not defeat him.

"Come!"

"Nose snort three Ding, sword feather slash!"

He used that special skill again, and in front of Brook's empty eyes, Ryuma's momentum burst out, his figure became blurred, and he rushed forward in an instant.

Jerry's expression remained unchanged. He took a step forward and rushed towards the enemy like lightning, holding the fishing rod tightly with both hands, and a faint light flashed on the rod.

"Water Blade: Sky Splitting!"

Combining the Storm Kick technique with the high-pressure water blade, the giant slash covering 180 degrees on the front was so sharp that it seemed to be able to cut off everything in front of it.

Although the attack released by Ryoma this time was several times more powerful than the one he used against Brook, his full-strength attack was instantly shattered in front of Jerry.

In a flash, the waist of his rotten corpse and the entire wall of the building behind him were split in two by a powerful force.

"Boom!"

The whole house was almost shaved flat, but surprisingly, it only lost half of the wall. It was shaky but stubbornly did not collapse completely.

Seeing Brooke's dull expression, Jerry put away his fishing rod, glanced at the precarious roof, and whispered:

"This... seems like I used too much force, but it's okay."

"Here, I'll give you a bag of salt."

Before he finished speaking, he rushed towards Longma's half-fallen body like a gust of wind, quickly took out a handful of salt and stuffed it into the mouth of the corpse.