Chương 1539: On top of the war (151)

Just like that, Foster raised his finger, easily held the admiral's long sword, and walked forward step by step leisurely and leisurely.

In the eyes of others, this picture is so strange and bizarre that people can't help but marvel at it.

The vice admiral standing opposite him had bulging veins on his forehead, each one clearly visible and protruding high, as if it would explode in the next second.

In sharp contrast, Foster seemed unusually relaxed. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile, then shook his head gently, as if he didn't care at all about what was happening before his eyes.

In fact, at this moment, Foster was thinking in his heart: "The more you attack with all your strength, the more intense the pain you will endure."

It turns out that Foster possesses a magical repulsion ability, which can repel all attacks from opponents and accurately act on the attacker himself.

Because of this, despite the Vice Admiral's fierce and aggressive attack, Foster himself did not suffer any substantial harm.

It has to be said that when facing strong people of the same level, Foster's repulsion ability is simply invincible.

Unless the opponent's strength has reached the level of quasi-general, it is impossible to break through Foster's repulsive force.

However, once he encounters an enemy stronger than Foster, his previously invincible ability of the Repulsion Fruit will lose its effectiveness, and he will no longer be able to deflect the opponent's attacks as easily as before.

Compared to his brother Foster's elegance, calmness and ease, his younger brother Brett is much more bloody.

As the user of the parahuman Blood-Blood Fruit, Bright can manipulate the blood flowing in the bodies of all living things around him at will.

In other words, if the opponent does not use Armament Haki to defend effectively, the blood on his body will be under Bright's control at any time and anywhere.

Although this ability seems quite powerful, if you encounter those truly top-notch experts, it may still pale in comparison and be beyond your ability!

Therefore, when Bright set out to develop the Blood-Blood Fruit, he focused entirely on developing his own abilities.

He longed to use the power of blood to achieve a qualitative leap in his own strength.

To this end, he conducted in-depth research and drew on the unique technique of Moria's Shadow Gathering Place.

Bright increases his strength by constantly absorbing blood.

Every drop of blood he absorbed into his body seemed to become a powerful source of energy, continuously providing him with power and nutrients.

Although this method of forcibly improving one's own strength is dangerous, Brett, who pursues ultimate power, enjoys it.

Not only that, but Brett can also use his own blood to further strengthen his physique.

His body is like an inexhaustible treasure. As long as it is nourished by blood, it can constantly break through its limits and become stronger.

At this moment, Brett was leisurely moving among many naval soldiers.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, outlining a creepy evil smile, like a demon walking out of the depths of hell.

Wherever he passed, the surrounding naval soldiers would instantly turn into shriveled corpses, with the essence of life being ruthlessly drained away.

Under Brett's exquisite control, strands of bright red blood flew freely in the air.

They were like nimble snakes, tightly wrapped around Brett's broad back.

As time went on, more and more blood gathered on Brett's body.

Under the influence of this powerful blood force, Brett's body, which was already two meters and three meters tall, began to expand rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, he had grown to three meters tall, and the muscles all over his body were growing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The whole person was red, as if soaked in blood, emitting a suffocating bloody smell.

At the same time, the aura emanating from him rose steadily like a surging wave, shocking everyone.

Brett was like a long-hungry vampire, greedily sucking the blood that filled the air.

The scarlet liquid seemed to be attracted by some mysterious force and flowed into his body continuously.

As the blood was injected, Brett could clearly feel that his strength was rising at an alarming rate.

Whether it is speed, strength or reaction ability, they have all been comprehensively enhanced.

Even more shocking was that the blood seemed to give him endless stamina and energy.

As long as there is a drop of blood to absorb, Bright can continue to engage in fierce battles like a perpetual motion machine that never gets tired.

Brett, who was only 21 years old, shuttled through this bloody storm like a ghost.

His young and agile body exudes a vigorous and vibrant aura.

However, in sharp contrast to him, there were numerous hideous-looking mummies lying around him.

These once vibrant lives have now become victims of Bright's crazy behavior.

\"You devil! \" An angry shout suddenly rang out, breaking the brief silence on the battlefield.

Taotu was seen holding a huge long knife and rushing towards Brett who was immersed in the pleasure of killing like a flash of lightning.

Her beautiful face was twisted with anger and her eyes were blazing with rage.

As a great swordsman, Taotu's attacks all contain unparalleled power.

Feeling the extremely sharp attack from Taotu, Brett, who originally had a morbid smile on his face, suddenly changed his expression.

He did not dare to delay at all and hurriedly condensed a huge blood-red shield in front of him, trying to block the fatal blow.

Unfortunately, Brett overestimated his defensive capabilities.

Taotu's great swordsman's slashing attack was unstoppable. In just a moment, the seemingly indestructible blood-red shield was torn apart easily like paper.

Then, the terrifying sword blade fell on Brett without any hindrance.

In an instant, Brett's body seemed to be struck by thunder, his entire chest was split open, and a large amount of blood gushed out.

Brett flew backwards like a cannonball, and with a deafening roar, he slammed into the hard ground.

In an instant, gravel flew everywhere, smoke and dust billowed up, and the whole scene was jaw-dropping.

When the dust settled a little, a huge deep pit appeared in front of them, and Brett was lying in it in a miserable state.

At this moment, his entire body was covered with wounds, looking horrible, as if he had been cut into pieces, and there was hardly a single piece of intact flesh on his body.