Pirate: I, son of Roger, Admiral!

Chapter 64 Swordsmanship is advanced!

Snapped!
"I'll hit you! What the hell! You talk!"

Iger squatted on the ground and slapped the dog-faced zombie's dog nose again with a slap in the face.

The dog-faced zombie was about to cry. He had suffered so much grievance after living for so long, and his limbs had already been cut off, so he could only sew them up with the help of a ship doctor.

"You!" In the face of Iger's arrogance, the dog-faced zombie is always embarrassed, unable to say anything, and can only be a mermaid.

"What are you!" Iger shouted, and scratched his head again.

"Don't fight. Big brother woo woo woo. I was wrong." The dog-faced zombie couldn't take it anymore, so he simply surrendered crying.

"How dare you pretend to cry? Do you pretend to be pitiful? You don't pretend to be pitiful without tears?" Iger's eyes widened, and he slapped him angrily.

"I can't cry tears ah ah ah!" The dog-faced zombie collapsed, putting on a pitiful expression and asking for help from his companions.

However.
The companions cast sympathetic glances at him one by one, and then turned their heads in pain.

No way, looking at the tragic appearance of the dog-faced zombies, they really couldn't bear to repeat the fate of the dog-face.

"I'm sorry, dog face."

"Although you are pitiful, this kid is really angry with zombies."

"But I really don't want to accept the perverted suture of the ship doctor. That is a pervert who doesn't know what kind of perverted people will be sewn into!"

"I think, in order to maintain the dignity of our zombies, it's better not to provoke him."

"We know that you are a guy who cares about the dignity of zombies, and if we go up and have our limbs chopped off to accompany you to be fanned with you, it will definitely damage the dignity of zombies."

"Yes, we are here to maintain the dignity of zombies, dog face, sorry."

The zombies who were observing around you took a look at me and said all the words in your heart, and finally found a super lame excuse.

To show their sincerity, they also sent a few zombies to run over and pick up the limbs of the dog face.

"Don't be afraid, dog face, we will save these two arms and legs for you!" shouted a zombie spitting out snake letters.

"You bunch of idiots!" The dog-faced zombie screamed in the sky, secretly hating that he had made friends carelessly. After so many years, he was stunned that there was no one willing to come out to protect him!
"Shut up!" Iger slapped the dog-faced zombie again and shut himself up completely. Then he spat bitterly and sat on the top of the dog-faced head, moving his sore wrists.

Dandelion, who was on the side, looked at the boy with disgust.

Are you a pervert?

It's addicting to smoke a zombie.
Whoever marries you in the future will definitely have blood mold for eight lifetimes!

People like you must be prone to domestic violence when you grow up!

She decided to stay away from this guy.

A man who likes to brag, is competitive, and has a tendency to violence, it is better to have less contact.

Men are so scary!

If Iger knew what Dandelion was thinking at this time, he would have vomited blood.

You are completely forced by life!
Some people look handsome, but they are destined to struggle madly on the road against baldness!

Yes, Iger's move seems to be to vent his anger, but in fact, it is a great struggle for his own hair!
"Ding~ I detected the master's perverted actions towards the enemy. He is very perverted to the enemy and friendly to his own people. The completion degree of Chrollo's role is +2%, and the current completion degree: 8%! The master is really getting better and better!"

Sure enough, after completing the vote, the system gave a notification.

Huh, I can breathe a sigh of relief, 11.00%, which is [-]% short of Saitama's [-]%!

Come on!

Hair is in sight!
Iger's eyes lit up with hope.

However.
"Ding! Detected the spread of fear to non-human beings, got the evaluation [Fearer of Freaks], Saitama's role completion degree +4%, the current completion degree: 15%!"

"Ding~ Oops, people want to cheer the master more and more! Come on, master! The master is the best!"

Before Iger could finish being happy, another announcement came from the system, and he was still dancing below after the announcement.

You really did it on purpose!

My motherfucker was exhausted and worked hard, and Chrollo's progress only increased by [-]%!
Two percent!
If it reaches 2000%, I must not slap more than [-] times!

This is good, Saitama's side directly added a ghost evaluation!

What a fool!
Iger was angry, and his fierce eyes stared directly at the zombies around him!
All the zombies trembled in unison, and they felt at the same time that something happened to the human child in the middle.

"In that case," Iger stood up slowly, with red eyes he drew out the rusty iron sword, which cut through the air and pointed at the zombies, "I'm going to cut you all into sticks!"

"Hey! Don't make too much progress, kid!" Immediately, the zombies shouted in dissatisfaction.

"Yes! Don't be too arrogant!"

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The zombies roared in rage, but although they were aggressive, in fact, each zombie's footsteps were quietly retreating.
This guy is simply insane.
Everyone thought so.

"Where are you monsters running? See if I don't cut you down!"

However, the little devil on the opposite side seemed to not follow the rules of the rivers and lakes at all, and rushed over with the iron sword in hand.

Seeing this, the zombies hurriedly shoved and tried to run away.

However, the muscles of these zombies are already rotten, and they are in a state of crowding. How can they run faster than Iger, whose speed has been strengthened several times?

Almost instantly, Iger held the iron sword, like a ferocious lion rushing into the flock, a few sword lights flashed, and a row of severed limbs flew up.

"Wave Slash!"

"Ghost Slash!"

"Moonlight Sword!"

The names of the moves were called out by Iger's tender voice, and there was no sense of disobedience, followed by sword lights raging in the zombies one after another.

Ig's roar was mixed with the crackling sound of the broken limb and the broken arm falling to the ground.

"You bastards! What are you running for?"

"Bullshit! You cut us down and run away?" The zombies answered in unison.

"Don't run!" Iger raised his sword and slashed another zombie, suddenly having a strange feeling.

The iron sword in his hand seemed to vibrate.

Cut again, and shake again.

Not only that, he felt that with the constant vibration of the iron sword, his swordsmanship seemed to be slowly increasing, and even the sense of stagnation that he had just acquired a new skill had disappeared.

If the feeling just now was that he was suddenly taught martial arts, then now, he feels that the martial arts of this body are clearly cultivated by himself!
(End of this chapter)