Chapter 687

He reached an extremely terrifying realm.

Outside, most of the sword masters on the sea cannot freely control or suppress their own sharpness and brilliance.

But Geng Geng Silang perfectly controlled his own sharpness and brilliance.

If he didn't move, no one could tell he was a top-tier sword master—he looked just like an ordinary person.

This, is Geng Geng Silang's strength.

Only novice sword masters cannot control their own sharpness and brilliance.

True swordsmen who have refined their art to the point of returning to simplicity are like a deep well—unfathomable, exuding an air of mysterious incomprehensibility to outsiders.

Geng Geng Silang belongs to this level of swordsman.

"Heroes emerge from the young…"

"The innate talent of this youth is the most terrifying I have ever seen in my life."

"No exception!"

"Today, the Isshin Dojo has welcomed an extraordinary guest—it truly brings honor to our humble dojo."

Geng Geng Silang smiled, his voice gentle like that of a schoolmaster.

He possesses the calmness of one who remains unmoved even as Mount Taishan collapses before him.

This state of mind alone is enough to far surpass ninety-nine percent of the top sword masters on the sea.

Yet to Geng Geng Silang, this top-tier hidden master, the five-year-old Lu En remains an extraordinary and terrifying presence.

Think about it.

Lu En's current strength is so immense that even this hidden master holds him in deep regard.

"Mr. Geng Geng Silang flatters me."

Lu En smiled.

Before such a hidden master, he naturally dared not be arrogant.

Before they had fought,

he could not precisely judge how strong Geng Geng Silang truly was.

But after a preliminary conservative estimate,

Geng Geng Silang's strength is no less than that of the top-tier Warlords of the Sea!

Even the current Blackbeard might not be able to decisively defeat Geng Geng Silang.

Lu En knew Geng Geng Silang's background.

He was born in the samurai kingdom of Wano…

He was also the head of the famed Shimotsuki clan, and the son of Wano's renowned master smith, Geng Sanlang.

Geng Sanlang, the forger of the great swords Wado Ichimonji and Enma, possessed not only a forging skill perfected to the extreme, but also reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship.

Geng Geng Silang inherited Geng Sanlang's sword techniques and surpassed him, achieving a level of swordsmanship unmatched in power.

In Lu En's impression,

Geng Geng Silang's sword art had reached the highest realm.

According to outside rumors,

the highest level of sword art has one characteristic:

That is…

If one does not wish to cut,

then

even with the sharpest blade, one cannot sever a single sheet of paper.

This is the highest realm of sword art.

What one does not wish to cut, one cannot cut no matter what.

If one wishes to cut,

even the hardest object can be severed.

And Geng Geng Silang very likely had reached this realm.

His sword art was divine!

Therefore,

though Geng Geng Silang showed no outward signs of power,

his sword art had undoubtedly reached an extremely terrifying realm.

He had returned to simplicity!

He had ascended to the pinnacle!

As Lu En conversed with Geng Geng Silang,

beside them,

Kunoana stared curiously at Lu En, seemingly intrigued by this peer, her large, watery eyes blinking constantly, fixed upon him.

What she cared about was not Lu En himself…

But

her father Geng Geng Silang's evaluation of Lu En!

This was the reason Kunoana became curious about Lu En.

Only because,

she had never heard

her usually strict and demanding father give such a high evaluation to someone of her own age.

This made Kuuina feel a bit incredulous.

She knew very well how strict her father Geng Silang was.

One could almost say his eyes were set higher than the very top.

But the young boy before her, barely five years old, had actually earned such high praise from her strict father — naturally enough to spark Kuuina's curiosity and puzzlement.

"A person who can be called an absolute genius by Father…"

"Is definitely no simple matter!"

(De De Zhao)

"But this person looks utterly ordinary — why would Father give him such high praise?"

Kuuina's little head thought furiously, yet she could not figure it out no matter how hard she tried.

She simply could not work it through.

Lu En, barely five years old — on what grounds had he earned her father's title of peerless genius under heaven?

Given how lofty her father Geng Silang's standards were…

He would not casually make such an extremely high evaluation of a person.

After a moment,

Kuuina leaned close to Geng Silang's ear, lowered her voice, and could not help but ask: "Father, is this person very strong? Why would you call him a once-in-a-century peerless genius of Dahai?"

Hearing this,

Geng Silang let out a chuckle.

He patted Kuuina's little head, his narrowed eyes slowly opening; a pair of pupils full of solemnity and earnestness, he spoke with weighty admonition.

"Very strong?"

"Far more than that…"

"Although this boy before us, barely five years old, looks about the same age as you on the outside, his strength has already reached the very pinnacle of Dahai!"

"Put simply."

"This young boy, so tender in age, is a thorough and complete monster!"