"Swish, swish, swish..." A storm suddenly surged around Chen Fan, whipping up the dust from the ground. The surrounding prisoners raised their arms to shield their eyes, trying to see what was happening.
"Boom, boom, boom..." The wall suddenly erupted in violent explosions.
The eyelids of the Four Emperors, the Seven Warlords of the Sea, and the truly top-tier experts among the Marines and pirates all twitched. Their eyes widened as though they had witnessed something unbelievable. Of course, the commanders of the Four Emperors' crews, as well as the many swordsmanship experts in Whitebeard's and Red-Haired's fleets, reacted the same way.
"How many slashes did he unleash just now..." After a minute had passed, a pirate pointed at Chen Fan in the center and asked the person beside him.
"M-M-M-Maybe a hundred." The questioned pirate uncertainly raised his head and looked at the sky. A hundred was such a nice number—one hundred on an exam, one hundred percent love. How could he possibly know how many times Chen Fan had swung his blade? It had ended in an instant.
"Four hundred ninety-eight slashes!" Charlotte Linlin was the first to speak.
"Five hundred twelve slashes!" Whitebeard said as he looked at Chen Fan's back, filled with admiration. What a terrifying young man. This swordsmanship had already transcended the mortal realm.
"Five hundred thirteen slashes!" Red-Haired said with a smile on his face. Naturally, he was also incomparably shocked. The attack speed of Chen Fan's twin swords was simply too fast.
Kaido, one of the Four Emperors, said nothing, his expression somewhat grim. He had watched as well, but his count had only been four hundred fifty-six slashes, fewer than the other three Four Emperors. That meant he had missed many slashes during that attack. And every slash he had missed