Godspeed, Shanks Questions His Life

Shanks looked at Lin Yan with some regret.

There was no doubt that the man before him was a top-tier powerhouse. Whether in spirit or strength, he was no weaker than Shanks himself!

Looking at his empty arm.

Shanks suddenly felt a little regretful.

If he could have fought at full strength, today might have been quite a spectacular battle, right?

But that was the kind of man he was.

His regret came quickly and went just as quickly.

Before long, a smile appeared on Shanks's face again.

"By the way, how exactly did you do that earlier? I clearly used my fastest speed, yet I was still suppressed."

Shanks looked at Lin Yan curiously as he asked.

He himself was a powerful swordsman capable of competing with Mihawk, the world's greatest swordsman.

And the clash between the two of them in that instant had actually been very simple.

They had merely competed to see whose slash was faster.

The result was naturally beyond question.

Against Lin Yan, Shanks had suffered a crushing defeat.

Shanks could not even see how Lin Yan had attacked before his arm was cut, and he was extremely interested in that.

After all, he had already used all the strength he currently possessed.

Yet he had still been ruthlessly crushed, and by a speed far beyond his own.

Could human swordsmanship truly be this fast?

Could Lin Yan actually be some other race wearing human skin?

At that thought.

The curiosity in Shanks's gaze toward Lin Yan deepened.

"I merely made reasonable use of the human body."

Faced with Shanks's intensely curious gaze, Lin Yan merely smiled and shook his head.

"Making reasonable use of the body? Can you demonstrate it?"

Hearing Lin Yan say that, Shanks's interest was thoroughly piqued. After pondering for a