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Chapter 392: Still have to rely on fists to speak(2/2)

Ever since Roger disappeared, he hadn't felt like this for a long time. The strong man standing on the top of the mountain was lonely, but at this moment, he felt that the blood in his body was rushing again.

Whitebeard held the naginata in his hands with both hands, and also poured all his strength into it. The bright white color represented the power of the shaking fruit, attached to the blade of the naginata.

Then Congun Nagi, who was entangled with the domineering aura of the Overlord and the power of the Shock Fruit, directly blocked the long sword that came at an extraordinary speed without any hesitation.

Clang——!

The sound was enough to tear the eardrums of ordinary people, covering all the sounds in the world, even the thunder that resounded throughout the world was suppressed.

The two extremely powerful forces collided, and the domineering aura burst out.

Countless black and red electric arcs spread like spider webs in the center of the confrontation between the two.

The space seemed to be shattered by the collision between the two.

Everyone was either shocked or horrified as they looked at the two figures looming in the center of the battlefield.

"The sky... split!

!”

Someone noticed the sky.

Starting from the place where the two collided, a huge crack appeared in the sky, and on both sides of the crack were surging clouds.

"Hahahaha, it's really scary."

Tiqi raised his head and stared at the cracked sky, his eyes twinkling.

"I never expected to see such an excited dad."

Watching the confrontation between the two in the field, Jozi was not worried. Instead, he had an honest smile on his face. Apparently through the momentum coming from the field, he could feel that his father was really happy now.

"Just looking at it here makes my heart surge."

Foil swordsman Bista also expressed emotion. Although his swordsmanship was enough to be among the best on the sea, it was impossible for a fight to produce such a terrifying scene that would change the sky.

"Marco, what's wrong with you?"

Saatchi on the side seemed to have noticed something strange about Marco and couldn't help but ask.

"That guy Nicholas doesn't have a domineering look, but he gives me a very strange feeling..."

Marco put his hand to his mouth and frowned, obviously confused.

"Marco, when that guy Nicholas fought against Roger and Dad alone, didn't he show such an aura that he was no less than an overlord?"

As Teach spoke, Marco suddenly raised his head and looked at Nicholas.

"Brother Shen!"

"Um!"

When Shen Changqing walks on the road and meets familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.

But no matter who it is.

There is no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they are indifferent to everything.

Regarding this.

Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, it also has some other side jobs.

It can be said.

Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.

The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.

Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.

Anyone who enters the Demon Slayer Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.

Then he will be promoted step by step, and eventually he is expected to become a guardian envoy.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.

Possess the memory of the previous life.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.

Different from other places in the Demon Suppression Division that are full of chills, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppression Division.

At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.

Enter the attic.

The environment just changes in vain.

The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
Chapter completed!
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