Chapter 143: Zoro's Epiphany, the Realm of a Swordsman!

"It's really detailed. Do you have any clues?" Ron seemed to realize something and began to try to guide.

"I don't know. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would even think that the teacher lied to me.

But I think that breathing should exist."

Zoro's aura changed subtly, and his eyes were blurred as if his mind was no longer here.

He continued to speak, speaking to Ron, and as if speaking to himself.

"Every time I practice the Thunder Breathing Method, I always hear a sound.

It's like the endless thunder running in the wilderness, and it seems to be the rhythm of my own life, my own breathing.

To be honest, I thought it was absurd at first and thought I had hallucinations.

However, as I practiced the Thunder Breathing Method and integrated those useful methods into myself, the sound became clearer and clearer.

The contraction and expansion of the heartbeat, the flow of blood, the rhythm of the muscles, and many inexplicable sounds, mixed together and finally became the same sound."

Zoro unconsciously pressed his hand on his chest, lowered his head and murmured: ". I heard it, that is the breath of life."

Enlightenment! ?

Ron said nothing, his eyes were almost filled with envy.

Damn, it's true that people will die if they compare themselves to others, and goods will be thrown away if they are compared to goods!

Zoro was still immersed in his own world, his hand dropped from his chest and rested on the hilt of the sword of Wado Ichimonji.

"The sword also breathes, and can even tell me a lot of things. I have had such a feeling before.

I don't know where the sword is flying, but at the moment I want to hold the sword, I always know where it is naturally."

His eyes flashed with wisdom,

and the past scenes of memory fragments kept emerging, holding the gradually formed "thing" firmly in his hands.

"Yes, the sword also breathes, and has its life rhythm. I seem to remember, right!

I remember the wailing of Liuyan and Leichi when they were broken, which was the echo of their death.

So, life has its own voice, its own breath, and the sword also has its own rhythm, its own breath.

Then - inject your will into the blade, see the "breathing" of all things, and decide whether to cut or not with your own sword heart!"

Zoro stood up suddenly and closed his eyes.

Then he stretched out one hand and bent it in front of him, and with the other hand he suddenly pulled out the Wado Ichimonji.

The sharp blade was unsheathed, and a line of cold light suddenly cut on the arm!

There was no gushing blood, nor the sound of the sharp blade cutting through flesh and bones.

The blade, which should have been extremely sharp, slid down along the flesh, but did not cut anything.

"Cut the steel!"

Zoro suddenly opened his eyes, and the cold blade light cut down again.

Swish--!

Ron lowered his head,

looking at the floor between him and Zoro, and the thin steel covered with a layer quietly cracked a straight cut.

In fact, with the sharpness and firmness of the Wado Ichimonji, if a huge force is added.

It is not difficult to cut the thin iron with one knife.

However,

Ron saw clearly that

Zoro did not rely on brute force, but in a way that he could not understand for the time being.

The so-called steel-cutting breathing.

With a seemingly light and fluttering strike that actually did not have much strength, and the blade did not even touch the ground, he cut through this layer of thin iron!

It seemed that it was not steel, but a thin layer of paper.

"It's amazing, is this steel cutting?"

Ron was the first to break the silence, raising his hands and applauding: "Congratulations, you have become a swordsman."

"Well, I didn't think it would be this way."

Zoro's eyes were complicated, and he fell into a brief silence again.

Ron didn't interrupt, he knew that the other party was remembering the experience just now, and turning the sudden inspiration into his own strength.

After a moment,

Zoro took a long breath, sheathed the sword and sat cross-legged on the ground, and suddenly said: "Thank you."

"Thank you for what?" Ron didn't understand.

"Breathing method, if there is no that, I think it is difficult for me to really realize the existence of 'breathing'.

It makes me realize that life also has a unique breath, which then extends to the sword, and then I can feel the 'breathing' of steel."

"Then I will accept your thanks."

Ron chuckled and didn't refuse too much.

He asked curiously, "After crossing the threshold of swordsman, how far are you from being a great swordsman?"

"I don't know. The characteristic of a great swordsman is flying slash.

According to my understanding, it is probably to improve the blade light that can extend more than ten or twenty meters to a point where it can be effective for hundreds of meters or even several hundred meters.

Just like Mihawk, but I can't do it now."

Zoro thought carefully, then shook his head and denied it: "I don't have enough strength, and my skills seem to be much worse.

And I think if I want to master flying slash, I may have to study steel-cutting breathing."

"Really?"

Ron touched his chin, not knowing what to say.

Although he knew the original plot, he knew very little about the way of the great swordsman.

When Zoro performed flying slash on the sky island in that timeline, he did not explain the specific principle.

Under normal circumstances, it is probably that the powerful flying bricks hit the air to form a blade.

But to form a flying slash with an effective range of hundreds of meters, it is a bit wishful thinking to rely solely on powerful flying bricks.

Not to mention the Storm Kicks and various variants of Storm Kicks performed by those people from CP0.

Those are all related to the flying slash, that is, the flying blade light.

It's impossible to simply fly bricks with great strength. There must be some skills that he doesn't know.

However, thinking about this seems a bit too far away.

What's stuck in front of Ron now is the threshold of swordsman.

Zoro seemed to have thought of this, and said with a smile: "It's too far away to think about these things now, so let's look at the closer present.

Speaking of which, I have summarized my thoughts on armed color domineering. Do you want to hear it? "

"All ears."

Of course, Ron would not refuse. Armed domineering was also one of the power systems he coveted.

With Sauron's experience as a pioneer, it will be much easier to embark on the path of domineering.

even,

This is not the first time Ron has listened to Sauron's teachings on armed Haki.

only,

He is not a genius, so his progress will be slow.

‘If possible, I really want to get a domineering qualification.

But judging from the performance of the prize pool of Dimensional Roulette, I’m afraid it would take at least a normal prize pool of 100 million to draw it, right? ’

Ron left the training ground more than an hour later than usual, tired, his steps a little sloppy, and his head was rattling.

It wasn't just one 'overtime' that consumed him so much, it was just that it had been like this every day for a while.

Ron knew exactly what kind of enemy his ideals would face.

It is even clearer that anything without strength is just lies.

so,

Even with the Dimensional Roulette, even with the Calabash System, it can guarantee the combat power in the early and mid-term.

Even with all kinds of wonderful skills, you can have combat effectiveness without training.

He still trained himself without any slack, almost on the same level as Sauron in terms of hard work.

It is precisely because of this that

Ron would love to pass by the second-floor bathroom and admire the beauty taking a bath.

Men,

Always have a little hobby, otherwise the pressure will crush you.

Ron still couldn't achieve Zoro's mentality of treating hard work as part of life.

Besides, the two people being watched didn't hate his behavior.

But today it has been delayed a bit, so it must be gone.

Ron went up to the third floor with some regret, and smelled a faint fragrance as soon as he opened the door.

He turned on the light switch, raised his eyes, and finally landed on the figure on the red and white bed.

Nami, wearing a bathrobe, was lying on the bed with her eyes closed, her blow-dried hair tied up in a bun.

Half of her pretty face was buried in the pillow and she was still breathing slightly.

He also held a helmet full of science fiction colors in his arms.

It is a medical and military knowledge instilling machine.

‘Waiting for me to fall asleep? ’

Ron probably guessed the reason. Previously, the weather plants in the weather plantation grew slowly.

Nami felt that it was very unsafe without the magic weather stick, so she asked him for advice on Nokigao's suggestion.

The result was naturally solved using dimensional roulette.

The bone meal produced in my world in the Advanced VIP Roulette has the magical effect of allowing plants to skip a growth stage.

The disadvantage is that it is expensive.

One lottery will only allow one unit of weather plants to skip the growth stage.

Ron only had 1 million chips left not long ago, and a large part of the reason was due to the consumption of bone meal.

As for Ron and his gang, the normal situation is that public affairs return to public affairs and private affairs return to private affairs.

However, Nami, who regards money as her life, naturally did not spend a dime, but only used a week of massage and leg massage services as the price.

Today is the third day.

Unfortunately,

Because of the domineering experience Zoro shared, Ron came back more than an hour later than usual.

‘This guy, don’t you know how to go back first? ’

Ron approached in a funny way, stretched out his hand to pick up Nami and take her back to the room.

But as soon as his hand touched the fair skin, he met a pair of beautiful eyes that suddenly opened.

Nami's eyes seemed a little confused, and she subconsciously stood up.

"It's time to go back to bed."

Ron took advantage of the situation and put his arms around her waist, holding her in his arms.

But a moist wind suddenly blew in his ears, accompanied by Nami's teasing.

"I didn't fall asleep, I just wanted to see your reaction."

Nami buried her head on Ron's collarbone and leaned against him lazily: "I won't be so stupid as to wait. I just came here to lie down not long ago."

Then why not? Just when Ron was about to ask, he remembered that Nami just wanted to see his reaction.

Suddenly, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Are you bored?"

"Not really, it's mainly because the guy named Bonnie snores so loudly."

Nami sat up straight, moved to the side, and then stretched out her hand: "Speaking of which, she is really only nine years old."

“I wasn’t sure before, but now I am sure that it is indeed only nine years old.

Bonnie's demonic ability is to change her own apparent age, as well as the apparent age of those she touches.

It would be troublesome to explain in detail, but it is not unusual to turn oneself into a person of eighteen or nineteen years old. "

Ron explained, his doubtful eyes falling on Nami's outstretched hand: "But, what is this for?"

"I'll give you a massage."

Nami said matter-of-factly: "Why else would I be waiting here?"