Ye Chen had never expected White Bone Woman to act coy. A moment ago, she had been a beautiful foreign woman. Now she was a living skeleton, and the sight made his skin crawl.
Before Ye Chen's feet touched the deck, a blinding flash appeared in front of him. A Great Executioner's Blade came crashing down at him.
The blade flashed like lightning. Before its edge even reached him, its chilling wind struck his face.
The cold wind howled, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. Ye Chen glanced at Sang Biao. The man was not especially tall, but his build was solid and his whole body radiated savage strength. Deep scars ran above and below each eye, making his already frightening face even more terrifying.
It was hard to believe someone had slashed across his eyes twice without damaging them.
As the blade bore down on him, Ye Chen drew both swords. He put his weight behind them and struck down at Sang Biao's weapon.
Clang!
Steel clashed with steel, sparks bursting beneath the dim sky like a dazzling firework set off under Kong.
Ye Chen had the higher ground and the momentum of his leap. He should have had the advantage. Instead, tremendous force surged through Sang Biao's blade and into his body. The recoil nearly sent him into the sea.
Ye Chen gritted his teeth and pressed down harder with both swords, trying to force the blade aside. Sang Biao stood as steady as a rock. He did not budge.
That first clash made Ye Chen's heart sink. He twisted in midair, spun to bleed off the force, and flipped backward onto the deck.
"Hmph. The mighty Shichibukai, Ghost Hand Ye Chen? You don't look like much."
Sang Biao gave a contemptuous