Brooke followed Lafayette's signature move and walked towards Monet while turning the Sword of Soul Death in his hand.

certainly.

The sound of pleasant humming did not stop.

"Miss, I hope you understand that my captain won't attack you from the back. In fact, my captain doesn't need to do that."

Brooke stopped about ten meters behind Monet, raised the Soul Sword and said seriously: "So, please turn around with confidence, because I can solve you alone."

“…”

When Monet was silent when he heard Brooke's words.

Normally, no one would easily believe the enemy's words.

But.

As Brooke said, Maud really doesn't need to sneak attack her from behind.

What Brooke wanted to express was that he did not join forces to siege her.

On the other hand, she was so confident that she could solve her by just one person.

Monet's thoughts quickly turned in a short time, and then made a decision quickly.

Now she is already half hanging from the cliff.

So what if you just walk towards the hanging rope?

so--

Monet plucked up his courage and kept accumulating cold air, while slowly turning around and looking at Brooke standing ten meters away, thus completely exposing his back to Maud.

Mode, who had already put Qiu Shui in the sheath, did not take action, but instead focused his attention on the little human race.

Monet, who did not feel the danger behind him, breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

As she was about to fall off the cliff, she chose to walk onto the hanging rope.

She bet right.

The enemy is giving her a chance...

If you can seize it, there is still a glimmer of opportunity.

"Um?"

Suddenly, Monet's eyes changed and he looked at Brooke suddenly.

More precisely, it is looking at the Sword of Soul Destruction in Brooke's hand.

The faint blue light faintly emitted from the sword, like a dangerous warning light, constantly twitching Monet's nerves.

A dangerous sword.

The master holding the sword is equally dangerous.

Monet realized instantly that the skeleton man in front of her also had the ability to threaten her.

"Damn..."

Monet, who was unwilling to think about it any more, took action decisively.

The large amount of chill accumulated in the body immediately gathered in Monet's mouth along his throat.

"snowstorm!"

Monet opened his mouth and spit out a cold wind wrapped in snowflakes, covering the large fan-shaped area where Brooke was.

Such power is far less powerful than Aokiji's Ice Age, but it also instantly pulled the huge underground port into the ice and snow.

"It's such a spectacular heavy snow, I'm about to get goosebumps, although I don't have goosebumps, yo hoho..."

Seeing the blizzard sweeping over, Brooke stepped forward instead of retreating and stepped into the wind and snow.

"Yo ho..."

The unique laughter was instantly submerged by the sound of wind and snow.

Looking at Brooke's actions, Monet's brow locked.

The strongest move obviously swallowed the enemy, but for some reason, there was no excitement, but instead vaguely felt something was wrong.

laugh--

Sudden.

Other sounds appeared in the howling sound of the blizzard.

Monet was shocked.

It was when I saw a huge hole in the raging snowstorm.

No.

It should be said that a big hole was cut.

Immediately afterwards, Monet's temple tingled slightly, and suddenly felt the danger.

In the white blizzard that was reflected in my eyes, a sharp sword light suddenly arrived, almost reaching its peak.

Monet's eyes widened.

After reacting, the sword light I saw just now disappeared without a trace.

"Clang—"

Then, the sound of a sword entering the sheath came from behind.

"Yohoho, the song of plunder. Snow Slash."

Then, Brooke spoke out the name of the move just now.

However, after completing the move, the action of chanting the name of the move seemed to be a declaration of victory.

Listen to the sound of the sheath, listen to Brooke's declaration.

Monet seemed to understand something, and a confused expression slowly appeared on his face.

laugh--

A burst of blood suddenly splashed out in front of Monet.

"Not an armed color..."

"But... I... was killed?"

"Why... can you cut..."

"Um?"

“So cold…”

“Eh?”

"How come I'm cold..."

"Okay, it hurts so much."

Suddenly, all kinds of doubts arose in Monet's mind.

She slowly lowered her head and looked at the wound that was cut by the Sword of Soul Sorrow.

But he was shocked to find that around the narrow wound that crossed the abdomen of the snow body, there was a layer of deep blue ice that floated like clusters of ghost fires.

“Frozen on the snow?”

Monet was stunned and even more confused.

But her doubts were obviously not answered.

The body's strength is lost with blood, and the consciousness gradually begins to blur.

With a strong reluctance, Monet fell to the ground dejectedly, but there was still a breath left.

As she fell to the ground, the blizzard that was induced by her stopped at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This battle only determines the outcome.

The power from the underworld has begun to emerge.

"I'm so rude, beautiful lady."

Brooke's empty eyes were quietly watching Monet lying on the snow.

Blood flowed out from under Monet, and against the backdrop of the white snow, it was quite dazzling and bright red.

"A beautiful attack not only cuts out the blizzard, but also cuts out her snow body. You are getting more and more powerful now, Brooke."

Mode's unswerving praise came from behind him at the right time.

"Yo hoho!"

Brooke turned around, looked at Maud with a smile on his face, and implicitly said, "The captain is too much, it is the credit of the Sword of Soul Destroyment, which just restrains the lady's abilities."
To be continued...