I Just Wanted to Retire, But Was Forced to Become a General

The Great Pirate Era.

The great seas surge and churn, powerhouses destroy and annihilate, each fighting their own battles. It's utterly—

Demotivating!

I, Russil Kuro, age tw...

Chapter 1180 The Unknown God's Flowing Murder Sword - Mukurobuchi

"Sorry, it's a bit gory, but the air is chaotic, so my sword swings are also chaotic. Even though I only swung once, it was still cut into several pieces in this chaos, so it's not very pleasant to chop people down. I personally believe in the painless way to die, so a decapitation is more suitable for me."

Kuro flicked the blade to the side and smiled at them: "The power doesn't seem quite enough. Oh ho, some of you aren't quite dead yet."

The chaotic domain of awakened ability, combined with the killing intent domain that already allowed for arbitrary slashes within the domain, resulted in this. Although it was just a single slash, Kuro himself didn't know how many pieces that slash would break into under the division of the air, or where it would strike.

Whether you live or die depends on luck.

Some people are lucky enough to lose a hand or foot, while others lose their head, or even worse, are reduced to pieces. Of course, there are also those unlucky souls who have all four limbs cut off and large wounds all over their bodies, but still survive.

The only thing he could guarantee was that the knife would definitely hit someone.

Marco's eyes were filled with horror.

One cut, just one cut!

Within this uncontrolled area, they were already hampered in their movements, and Kuro easily dispatched those with low combat strength with a single strike. Such indiscriminate attacks were nothing more than a single strike to him!

He can swing a lot of swords. Even with this posture, awakened ability, and that strange killing intent, it will definitely consume a lot of his stamina. But that's just swinging swords. Can their stamina really keep up with the consumption of swinging swords so many times?

Once you're exhausted...

As an immortal phoenix, he's in a bit better shape, but what about the others? Let alone when their stamina is exhausted, how many of Clow's attacks can they withstand once their Haki is depleted?

That strike was incredibly powerful!

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see that Burundi was panting heavily after being slashed, his domineering aura rapidly fading, and several bloody cuts on his body.

Brondy was a captain under the Whitebeard Pirates, and even with that strength, he couldn't withstand the full force of that attack.

"Don't panic, calm down!"

Perospero cried out again, his long, curled tongue bearing some bloody cuts, and a large amount of sugar syrup flying around him. He had just used this to block Kuro's slash with his Haki, but he hadn't completely blocked it. There were wounds on his tongue, and a piece of his hat had been slashed off.

"This guy has used his awakening ability, and with that inexplicable murderous aura and that posture, his stamina won't last long. When he runs out of energy, he's definitely no match for us. Mom will take care of him!!"

Kuro smacked his lips and looked at Perospero, "You old rascal, you're pretty good at calculating."

Awakening abilities consumes a lot of stamina. To use awakening, he first needs to deplete the stamina of six Wusheng Kongsha.

Adding the four he used earlier, that makes ten. So he still has...

Kuro stretched out his left hand and swept it downwards, causing a ribbon to flutter outwards.

"You're right, I'm not quite up to the task, so let's go all out..."

He smacked his lips, held Luo Gui horizontally in front of his chest, and the Wusheng Kongsha wrapped around Luo Gui's blade. He raised his index and middle fingers with his left hand and stroked the blade at the hilt.

The power of the "Empty Kill" technique transformed into a crimson-gold light, enveloping the tip of the black-backed blood blade. As his fingers moved forward to the tip, completely surrounding the blade, the entire blade below the hilt was covered in crimson-gold light, radiating brilliance.

"The Unknown God's Romantic Murder Sword..."

The voice was so soft it was like a murmur, yet strangely, the person in the airspace heard it with perfect accuracy, as if a mountain was pressing down on their heart.

Click.

He slowly hoisted Luo Gui onto his shoulder, tilted his head slightly, and whispered, "Hai Chui."

"Then, take this blow."