Boom, boom, boom... The wall suddenly exploded violently.
The Four Emperors, the Seven Warlords of the Sea, and the truly top-tier powerhouses among the Navy and pirates all had their eyelids twitch. Their eyes widened as though they had witnessed something unbelievable. Of course, the commanders of the Four Emperors' crews, as well as Whitebeard's fleet and Red-Haired's fleet, also had many expert swordsmen.
"How many slashes did he use just now..." After a minute had passed, a pirate pointed at Chen Fan in the arena and asked the person beside him.
"A... a... a... about 100, I guess." The pirate who was asked looked up at the sky uncertainly. One hundred was such a nice number—100 points on an exam, one hundred percent love. How could he possibly know how many strikes Chen Fan had unleashed? It had ended in an instant.
"498 strikes!" Charlotte Linlin was the first to speak.
"512 strikes!" Whitebeard said as he looked at Chen Fan's back, full of admiration. What a terrifying young man. This swordsmanship had already transcended the mortal realm.
"513 strikes!" Red-Haired said with a smile. Naturally, he was also immensely shocked. The attack speed of dual swords was simply too fast.
Kaido, one of the Four Emperors, said nothing. His expression was somewhat ugly. He had watched as well, but his count was 456 strikes, fewer than what the other three Four Emperors had said. That meant he had missed many strikes in that attack. Then how many of those strikes would have landed on him? Though such strikes might not hurt or itch for him, this meant he had fallen behind the other Four Emperors in counting the strikes. In some ways, that almost represented being a level weaker in strength. The Four Emperors disdained lying; they said