Chapter 1177 Cavendish Dark Personality
Cavendish fell to the next floor of the hotel. He pushed away the stone slab that was pressing on him. His originally handsome and bright blond hair was now covered with dust. He had never looked so embarrassed before.
"For the sake of this supreme sword in my hand, you are willing to spend a lot of money and send a sword master to kill me." Standing up from the ruins, Cavendish's eyes were full of bloodshot.
A strand of golden curly hair slowly slid down from her head, swirling in the air, as if telling of the thrill that had just occurred.
He glanced at the hair on the ground with lingering fear, cold sweat broke out on his forehead and his back was already soaked with sweat.
At that moment, the shadow of death almost completely enveloped him. Cavendish couldn't imagine what would be the outcome if he hadn't escaped from Yuan's attack range in time.
Perhaps the head had already been separated from the body, and the life had disappeared, and the Mikazuki Munechika around the waist had become a trophy of a group of bounty hunters.
Cavendish took a deep breath and suppressed his fear. This was the first time he was defeated in swordsmanship.
Normally, the Prince Charming is very proud and thinks he is a super genius. Once he sees something, he will learn it immediately and receive praise from the women around him.
"I was so embarrassed. I looked so ugly. Fortunately, those women didn't see me."
Cavendish is a narcissist who cares a lot about how he is viewed by others, and he doesn't want his image to be shattered in women's eyes.
Fortunately, there are no outsiders here, so he doesn't have to maintain the image of a nobleman. This is all forced upon him by the bounty hunters. Cavendish can't guarantee what will happen next.
Nobunaga used his observation Haki and finally jumped down from the original platform to the location of the target of the next mission, landing gently in front of the target.
"I can still give you one more chance. Hand it over to Mikazuki Munechika and you can live."
Don't believe a single word the Phantom Troupe members say. They are a group of people who are willing to sacrifice everything for their careers, and cheating and killing people are just their usual tactics.
Cavendish supported himself with his sword, without any reaction to Nobunaga's words. He suddenly remained silent. Was he frightened by the enemy and dared not move?
"You are very interesting," Nobunaga saw something.
Cavendish, who was standing quietly, suddenly had a different aura. His body seemed to be controlled by some mysterious force. In an instant, his speed soared to the extreme, flashing like a black lightning.
The dark personality in him awakened forcefully, just like a turbulent undercurrent that suddenly surged beneath the calm surface of a lake.
The originally sculpture-like handsome face was now shrouded in a thick aura of murder. It seemed that he was born to kill.
His eyes became sinister and cold, like flickering will-o'-the-wisp fire in the cold night, revealing a chilling murderous intent.
The lines on his face were twisted by anger and madness, and the corners of his mouth were raised in a cruel arc, and that smile was more hideous than that of a devil.
Cavendish's normal personality is a rare swordsman prodigy, and his dark personality's swordsmanship and strength level are several times that of his normal personality.
Normally, the normal personality suppresses the dark personality. Cavendish only dares to take a light sleep, for fear that the dark personality will take the opportunity to occupy his body and massacre the people around him.
The dark personality only likes killing and has no feelings for anything. Cavendish's normal personality has tried many ways to eliminate it, but all were in vain. Instead, the dark personality becomes stronger and stronger.
Cavendish's figure left a trail of afterimages on the spot. He abandoned his original sword, drew out Mikazuki Munechika from his waist, and chopped towards Nobunaga's head.
"Your face looks like that of an evil spirit. Is this what you really look like?"
Nobunaga was able to accurately capture the movement trajectory of Cavendish, who was so fast that he was invisible to ordinary people. The dark personality's attack intention was too obvious.
Nobunaga put the blade of the samurai sword in his hand in front of his neck in advance. Mikazuki Munechika flashed a cold light and collided with his sword, accurately blocking the fatal blow.
Observing the smiling demon from a close distance, Nobunaga became slightly interested in this troubled young man and was willing to continue playing with Cavendish, who had a dark personality.
After turning evil, Cavendish felt provoked by humans, and his little bit of rationality disappeared. Now he only wants to kill Nobunaga.
Exuding a cold aura, Cavendish flashed like a ghost, the sword in his hand was as fast as lightning, and the tricky sword shadows intertwined into a net in the blink of an eye and pounced on Nobunaga swiftly.
Nobunaga looked calm, his feet firmly rooted to the ground, tightly grasping the samurai sword in his hand, and facing Cavendish's fierce attack head-on.
Every time the swords collided, dazzling sparks flew and the crisp sound of collisions echoed in the ruins of the tavern.
Cavendish's sword was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, stabbing from unexpected angles, but Nobunaga was always able to block it with precise force.
Nobunaga's movements were vigorous and powerful, the blade made a whistling sound, and every swing contained great power.
"If this is the only level you have, I will be very disappointed." Nobunaga hadn't had such a great fight in a long time. He hoped that the evil Cavendish would continue to attack. What he had just done was just a small fight.
Seeing that his powerful attack was futile, Cavendish turned his body, and his sword moves became more erratic, trying to disrupt Nobunaga's vision, and his sword speed continued to increase.
Nobunaga's eyes were as sharp as torches, fixed closely on Cavendish's figure, and he was not confused by his changing sword moves.
He seized the opportunity, took a step forward, and swung his samurai sword straight down. Cavendish quickly dodged to the side, and the sword shadow brushed past Nobunaga's side.
The two men fought back and forth, the battle became more and more intense, and sweat soaked the young men's clothes, but neither of them showed any intention of retreating.
Cavendish kept changing the rhythm of his attack, while Nobunaga fought steadily, relying on his profound swordsmanship skills to maintain a stalemate with Cavendish.
This hotel was chosen as the battlefield, which was really unlucky. The two swordsmen were like two ferocious beasts, with fierce eyes and full of fighting spirit. Every confrontation left scars on the building.
The sharp blades in their hands swung like lightning, and the slashes whizzed out with sharp wind sounds. The slashes seemed to have life, hitting the walls, pillars and ceiling of the hotel hard.
The hard building materials were vulnerable to this powerful force. Shocking cracks instantly appeared on the walls, like torn wounds in the earth.
Building debris fell like snowflakes, and the air was filled with the smell of dust.
As the battle continued, the condition of the hotel became worse and worse. The ceiling began to shake, and the pillars supporting the hotel were chopped and damaged. Some of them were already tilted, as if they would collapse in the next second.
The entire hotel was groaning in pain in this crazy fight, and every scar was like its silent cry.
The two swordsmen paid no attention to all this; all they had in their eyes were their opponents and victory. Cavendish and Nobunaga shuttled and fought in the ruins; the flying dust blurred their figures.
This once magnificent hotel was gradually destroyed by their fighting and was about to be completely swallowed up by the storm of battle.
Such a fierce fight must have made a lot of noise, attracting onlookers. Kidd and Hawkins arrived before the others and became the first pirates to watch the fight.