Starting with helping Zhao Kai ascend the throne in the snow

Seeing Wu Jian take the lead, Chai Qingshan said to Song Nianqing with some dissatisfaction, "Junior brother, it seems we can't be too reserved, otherwise the Wu family's sword tomb will steal all the limelight."

“Senior brother is absolutely right. We should be more proactive in the future. Opportunities are only available to those who act quickly. Our Dongyue Sword Pool must not be outdone by the Wu Family Sword Tomb.” Song Nianqing said with resentment as he watched Wu Jian get up and fly into the air.

If his words were heard by the disciples of the Dongyue Sword Pool, they would probably be speechless with astonishment.

It is well known that Song Nianqing is strict and rigid, teaching his disciples to be elegant and proper and not to lose their manners. Therefore, his eldest disciple, Li Yibai, has always been known for his outstanding demeanor and is hailed as a sword immortal. It is quite surprising that Song Nianqing would change his mind because of Wu Jian.

Gismonda was extremely tall and wore a deep red mask with an angry expression. In just a few leaps, he arrived above the Donquixote Family's ship. Then, he fired a finger gun at the waterline of the pirate ship. If he succeeded, the pirate ship would be damaged, leak water, and sink at sea.

However, just as Gismonda's finger gun energy approached the ship, it was blocked by a sword aura from Wu Jian, and both were annihilated in mid-air.

"Old man, you actually dare to block my attack? I think you're tired of living." Gismonda, his face covered by a red mask, looked at Wu Jian and said in a gruff voice.

His appearance reflects his inner state; his red, angry mask suggests that he is a person with a rather volatile temper, and only Guernica, his partner of many years, can calm him down.

"Boy, don't try to win with your words. I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice. There's no point in talking anymore. Let's fight." Wu Jian squinted at Gismonda and said calmly.

The world of One Piece is full of powerful figures. Just from the fight between Joseph and Doflamingo, Wu Jian knew that Gismonda was definitely not weak, and that he might not be a match for him.

However, Wu Jian couldn't care less about that in order to break through his own bottleneck. As the saying goes, there is great terror between life and death, but there is also great opportunity. He could only promote the integration of his swordsmanship and break through his realm by tempering himself between life and death.

"Hmph, then I'll use your head to vent my anger." Gismonda snorted angrily, then flashed forward and instantly appeared in front of Wu Jian with a shave, his finger gun piercing towards Wu Jian's heart with a piercing sound.

As members of the CP organization, each of them is a master of physical combat, and they are all proficient in the Six Powers of the Navy. Unlike the others, Gismonda's easily angered personality causes him to have a reduced pain threshold when using physical combat techniques, making him even more fearless.

Therefore, unlike others who prefer swords or Devil Fruit abilities, he has always been a staunch martial arts expert who enjoys the visceral thrill of combat.

"Good timing." When Wu Jian saw Gismonda suddenly appear in front of him, his eyes narrowed sharply, and his body instinctively reacted by dodging. This was a muscle memory he had developed over the decades of fighting, which allowed him to save his life in critical moments.

"Senior, you must do your job of supporting the enemy and make sure Wu Jian doesn't perish here." Just after Gismunda and Wu Jian engaged in a fierce battle, Shen Qing said to Li Chungang with a worried expression.

Wu Jian cannot die here rashly. Putting aside his own strength, just his identity as the patriarch of the Wu Jian Sword Tomb means that he cannot be allowed to die unexpectedly.

As long as Wu Jian stands firmly in the Yue King's Mansion, then the entire Wu Jian Sword Tomb and even a large part of the martial arts and swordsmen in the world will take a second look at the Yue King's Mansion.

Conversely, if Wu Jian dies here, Shen Qing will face the accusations of Wu Jian's Sword Tomb. At that time, Wu Jian's Sword Tomb will not give up the investigation just because Wu Jian died at the hands of a strong person in the pirate world. After all, Shen Qing not only cannot produce evidence, but is also unwilling to expose the secrets of the pirate world.

"Leave it to me. As long as I'm here, he won't die," the old sword god said without turning his head.

As CP0 members were deployed, Li Chungang had been observing their strength. By comparing Doflamingo and Wu Jian, he discovered that their strength was far less terrifying than that of Sengoku and Kaido, whom he had encountered before, and even less than that of Zephyr and Kizaru, which put his mind at ease.

Having received the old sword god's assurance, Shen Qing felt somewhat relieved and immediately shifted his gaze from the battlefield to the Celestial Dragons.

The Celestial Dragons' luxury cruise ship continued its journey forward, with the Navy's escort ships still protecting it. Only the ships belonging to the CP organization stopped.

As Shen Qing looked around, Wu Jian saw the situation on the battlefield where he was fighting Gismonda, and it became very clear.

Although Wu Jian was a top expert in the Snow World, he was still no match for a master like Gismonda. His sword energy struck the opponent's body several times, but it was blocked by the opponent's Armament Haki. On the contrary, the opponent used finger guns and flying finger guns alternately, making him look miserable. Even his white robe became tattered.

In the world of martial arts, nothing is invincible, only fast is invincible.

Gismonda's physical abilities far surpassed Wu Jian's, so both his attack speed and his strike speed were lightning fast. Fortunately, Wu Jian discovered that although his opponent was extremely fast, he could only move straight forward and was not good at dodging and weaving. This allowed him to seize the opportunity and dodge the opponent's killing moves at crucial moments.

Even so, Wu Jian inevitably fell into a disadvantageous position and was in grave danger under the opponent's finger-gun attacks.

"Senior, isn't that enough? Why aren't you making a move?" Shen Qingxin watched Wu Jian hover on the edge of death, especially as his face turned pale due to severe depletion of his true energy and intense mental tension, which made Shen Qingxin's heart leap into his throat.

"It's not the right time yet. If I were to make a move now, I would ruin Wu Jian's opportunity." Faced with Shen Qing's urging, Li Chungang shook his head without hesitation and refused. He had been observing the battlefield and had his own judgment.

Fighting against a strong opponent, as long as you don't die on the spot, you're bound to gain a great deal.

Faced with Gismonda's relentless and fierce attacks, Wu was teetering on the brink of death. Although he was physically and mentally exhausted, the several different kinds of true energy that he had cultivated for many years were no longer as distinct as before under this immense pressure. Instead, they slowly began to merge together, becoming one and eventually blending into a new kind of true energy.

"I have achieved my goal, and I beg Sword God Li for your assistance." Wu Jian, feeling the change in his internal energy and dodging Gismonda's attack once again, shouted with great joy.