Chapter 415

The First Basement Level at this moment.

Zoro, Sanji, and Usopp had already finished the battle.

Zoro and Sanji were just stepping onto the underwater tunnel, carrying the battered Usopp in a torn cloth.

"Hurry up, you two! Don't drag your feet!" Usopp ordered from atop the cloth.

"Stop giving orders from there!" Zoro roared.

"I'm a seriously wounded patient! Seriously wounded! I'm covered in wounds! All my ribs are broken! At least six of them!" Usopp shouted.

"There are still plenty left, it's fine! You're such a burden!" Sanji said.

"By the way, do you want to know the secret of my new weapon, the Net Bow? Let me explain…" Usopp's mind jumped to the next idea.

"Shut up! Or I'll make you walk yourself!" Zoro snapped.

"But all my ribs are broken… uh, at least ten of them!" Usopp put on a pitiful expression.

"Why don't you say twelve were broken? Then we could just bury you right here!" Sanji said.

"I was going to say…" Usopp's words cut off mid-sentence as he suddenly froze.

Zoro and Sanji, who had been sprinting, also stopped simultaneously.

"Hey… did you hear that?" Zoro asked.

"That sounds like Sima Di's voice… so Sima Di calls himself 'old man'?" Usopp mocked.

"Is Sima Di in danger?" Sanji gasped, accidentally dropping his grip.

Usopp plopped onto the ground with a thud.

"Hey! Sanji! I'm a seriously wounded patient! Can't you be gentler?"

"Who cares about you!" Sanji roared, scanning around, "Where is Sima Di's voice coming from?"

"Probably from behind?" Zoro also let go.

Thud—

Usopp lay completely flat on the ground.

"But we just came from above! We didn't see Sima Di!" Sanji said.

"You idiots! If he's not up there, go down! Who said there's only one basement level!" Usopp screamed in pain, then took the chance to insult their intelligence.

Clearly, all three assumed Sima Di's voice came from somewhere outside, not directly inside their minds.

After hearing Usopp's words, Zoro and Sanji both nodded… then ran straight toward the stairs.

"Hey hey hey! Someone take care of me! I'm a seriously wounded patient! Seriously!" Usopp shouted as he got up, gathered the cloth around himself, and sprinted after Zoro and Sanji.

"You're clearly able to stand!" Zoro bellowed at Usopp behind him.

"It's only because of your heartless bastards! Once we find Sima Di, I'm going to complain! I'm going to complain!" Usopp shot back defiantly.

The Second Basement Level.

Braid looked toward Sima Di with a half-smile.

Sima Di lay on the ground nearby, alive or dead, unknown.

"The screaming… stopped… no way, this guy didn't die, did he? I always said someone like him could never deserve the title of the Tenth Generation."

Zi Zi Busheng was startled, rushed over to Sima Di, checked his breath with his hand, then exhaled in relief.

"Looks like he's just unconscious."

"Just unconscious? Tch, boring." Braid sneered. "Busheng, let's leave that guy and get back to our business."

Zi Zi Busheng looked at Braid. "You'll let her go, right?"

"Though I hate that woman, whatever you say, I'll do… except killing you."

Braid smiled, sweet yet eerie.

"I understand… then go ahead." Zi Zi Busheng spread his hands, defenseless.

Yet the moment Zi Zi Busheng finished speaking, he felt something grab his leg.

He looked down and saw Sima Di, now awake.

"Doing something as stupid as surrendering… never suited someone as smart as you." Sima Di spoke with great difficulty, his gaze hazy and unclear.

"Red Heart! Are you alright?" Zi Zi Busheng quickly helped Sima Di up.

"Can't say I'm fine… I still can't stop those memories from looping endlessly in my mind." Sima Di groaned, gripping his neck tightly.

That madman… bit into my carotid artery again.

Braid, seeing Sima Di regain consciousness, was utterly shocked, shaking his head repeatedly.

"Impossible… you, you actually resisted Spirit-073 contamination…"

"What? So surprised? Did I just beat your game? Final boss?" Sima Di forced a grin.

Braid pursed his lips, studying Sima Di again with serious attention.

Originally, to determine whether Dong Yi truly qualified as the Eleventh Generation Spade, they ran a series of tests. Braid's spirit contamination was one of them.

Dong Yi took hours to reach what Sima Di achieved now, and three full days to completely purge the spirit contamination's effects.

And this Sima Di?

From just now until now, less than three minutes!

"Passed. Perfectly passed."

Though reluctant, Braid could only state the truth.

"But so what? Look at you now! You have zero offensive power! You can barely stand! You've only woken up to watch Zi Zi Busheng die right before your eyes!"

After Braid finished speaking, Sima Di remained silent for a long time before answering.

In the nightmare, Altana had once again gouged out her eyes.

"I… won't let that happen." Sima Di reached into his pant pocket.

Brad saw this scene and instantly became alert.

"Ha, rest assured, rest assured. This isn't a lighter or anything. It's just a shell."

Sima Di took out a strangely shaped shell.

"A shell? You must not have woken up yet?" Brad said.

"Although you are powerful, your knowledge is still far lacking..." Sima Di smiled and pressed the shell.

"Spirit Bestowal."

The shell suddenly blew out a gust of wind, then, before the astonished eyes of the other two, transformed into a Wind Spirit.

"What is this thing? Your ability?" Brad stared at Sima Di, his surrounding evil energy rising, ready to launch an attack at any moment.

"This... this is a living being composed entirely of wind. I personally call it a Wind Spirit. Its attack method is very similar to the gust of wind you just fanned up, but it also has Wind Blades, Wind Breaks, and the like. I think this guy should be even more skilled at playing with wind than you." Sima Di explained with a smile, "Oh, by the way, besides wind, I can also bestow spirits upon fire, earth, water, and the like..."

A perfectly normal standoff turned into Sima Di's personal lecture on the Five Elements.

Brad had previously thought this guy was talking about his own ability, so he patiently listened. However, the more Brad listened, the more something felt wrong. What Foundation Establishment, what Purple Mansion, and what Ascension? He wished this woman would ascend right now!

"Enough! You just want to stall for time! I tell you, no one is coming to save you! They only have Robin in their eyes right now! They won't miss you!"

Brad roared, and the evil energy condensed again into a pitch-black scythe.

"I've changed my mind! Tenth Generation! Hell is the most suitable place for you!"

Sima Di raised his hand slightly, and the Wind Spirit whipped up a gust of wind.

"Useless! This level of wind won't affect me!" Brad roared.

"What about Sword Wind?" Sima Di asked with a smile.

"What?"

Before Brad could understand, a gust of wind rose up behind him simultaneously with the Wind Spirit.

"Three-Sword Style? Oni Giri?!"

"Special Move? Asura?!"

"Three-Sword Style? Kiki?!"

"Demon Wind Foot??"

Sima Di looked at Brad, who was instantly killed by these three without even having time to react.

"So weak... So that's why I was beaten so badly by this guy just now... It must be that Sanji and Zoro are just too powerful..." Sima Di muttered to himself.

The moment Brad fell to the ground, the effect of Spiritual Contamination also vanished. Although he still had a bit of a headache, for Sima Di it was no longer a big deal.

"And me! Sima Di! And me! My strength is too powerful... This is also a trouble~" Usopp waved his hand excitedly.