Seeing the reaction of the Golden Lion, Indigo sighed. This is exactly why he didn't want to show his true face. Whenever the Golden Lion saw his face, he would recall the past, causing the blood flow to speed up, which in turn intensified the pressure on the Golden Lion's head from the rudder. Therefore, Indigo chose to use a funny clown mask to cover his true appearance to relieve the pain of the Golden Lion. He has been doing this for decades and has never changed. "Damn the navy! I will take revenge sooner or later!" This time, the Golden Lion did not lose control because of memories as before. Perhaps it was because Lin Yi's presence gave him a sense of stability, or it might be because seeing Indigo's true appearance again awakened his deep reason. In any case, he moved his neck, walked calmly to the operating table, and signaled to the two that the operation could begin. The Golden Lion's legs were neatly cut off below the ankles, and the cross section showed a vicissitudes of time. Those were the marks he cut off with his own hands twenty years ago, and it still looks shocking now.
The cross section of the wound has turned black, which is the result of long-term oxidation of blood after coagulation, just like the cross section of an ancient tree trunk, full of traces of time. The cross section has turned black, which is the result of long-term oxidation of blood, just like the cross section of an ancient tree trunk, recording the scars of the past. The scab part is irregularly raised, with mottled colors, as if whispering about the hidden past and unspeakable pain. The Golden Lion uses two famous swords as feet, and the sword body is closely combined with the cross section of the wound to support his walking. The undried blood on the hilt silently shows the great perseverance that the Golden Lion needs to pay for every step. Whenever he walks, the two swords will leave slight scars on the cross section of his wound, as if reminding him of the difficult years that have passed. Lin Yi checked the condition of the Golden Lion's wound and found that the flesh and blood near the wound had been necrotic, and it was necessary to cut off all of this piece before it could grow again. "Boss, I may need to remove all the necrotic flesh and blood. The process may be a little painful. Please be patient." Lin Yi said in a serious tone. "Thinking back then, I went to the Navy Headquarters alone. Facing the iron fists of Garp and Sengoku, I didn't even groan. This little thing is nothing to me. Just do it." Seeing that the Golden Lion knew it, Lin Yi took out the Black and White Rose. The sharp blade flashed coldly under the lights of the operating room, and the reflection of the Golden Lion was reflected on the sword. Before preparing for the operation, Lin Yi and Indigo carefully dismantled the two famous swords Yingshi and Kumu that were inserted into the legs of the Golden Lion. These two swords, which are known as the supreme swords, still maintain a straight blade even after supporting it in the body of the Golden Lion for more than 20 years, and the blades faintly flash with a chilling light. The original smooth texture of the handle is now stained with mottled blood and tiny meat scraps. The dried blood was dark brown, in sharp contrast to the originally smooth handle. The meat scraps were tightly attached to the gap of the handle, as if telling the story of what the two long swords had experienced in the body of the Golden Lion. As the two long swords of Ying Ju and Ku Mu were removed, two shocking holes were left in the wound of the Golden Lion Shi Ji. The edges of the two holes were rough and uneven, and the shape was irregular oval, indicating years of wear and struggle. Around the holes were thick calluses, which were the tough marks of the Golden Lion in endless pain. Looking into the inside of the hole, you can see the bones and muscle fibers at the cross section.
They were exposed to the air in a twisted and irregular posture. The edges of the holes were those tissues that had healed but were torn again. They appeared in front of people in a dark red state, forming a sharp color contrast with the surrounding skin. These dark red tissues reminded the Golden Lion of every painful struggle and difficult healing process. Occasionally, a small amount of blood would seep out of the cavity, dripping onto the ground with a slight sound. Golden Lion closed his eyes and held a cigar in his mouth. Although he tried to stay calm, his pale face still revealed his discomfort at the moment. Obviously, Lin Yi and Indigo's behavior still had a certain impact on Golden Lion's body. You have to know that these two knives have been inserted into the wound by Golden Lion for more than 20 years. It is impossible to say that there is no impact when they are suddenly pulled out. Lin Yi put Yingshi and the dead wood aside, took a deep breath, and stabilized his emotions. His right hand pressed down slightly, and then a cold light flashed, and Golden Lion was decisively cut off by Lin Yi from the position below the knee. With this sword, a nearly ten-centimeter-long calf was steadily taken off the operating table by Lin Yi. At the moment of touching Golden Lion's calf, Lin Yi felt a strange touch. It felt like a dead wood, and it had lost its vitality. The muscles inside the calf had severely atrophied, and the blood in the blood vessels had also drained out. Lin Yi understood that if the Golden Lion's wound was not treated in time, the situation would gradually spread upwards and endanger his entire body. After placing the broken calf on the operating table, Lin Yi came to the operating table. The light of the healing spell lit up on his hand. When Lin Yi placed his hand on the Golden Lion's body, the Golden Lion's body could not help but tremble. As time went by, Golden Lion gradually felt a strange feeling spreading from the wounds on his legs, a complex feeling of itching and numbness. At first, it was like countless small insects gently biting his skin, bringing waves of slight itching. This feeling gradually intensified, like thousands of feathers touching his nerve endings at the same time, making him unconsciously want to reach out and scratch, but afraid of disturbing the delicate balance of this new life. Numbness also quietly came, wandering between his legs like an electric current, making him feel both strange and excited. He could clearly feel the cells around the wounds dividing and growing rapidly, as if a new force was surging in his body. This itchy and numb feeling was like a ray of hope for Golden Lion. He knew that this was a positive sign that his legs were recovering and his wounds were healing. Most people can tolerate pain, but this indescribable itching makes it difficult for people to control themselves. At this moment, the Golden Lion used his extraordinary willpower to restrain his body's instinctive reaction, ensuring that his body did not move at all, so as not to affect the treatment process. Under Lin Yi's control, the energy of the healing technique gathered in an orderly manner at the Golden Lion's legs, carefully avoiding the old wound on his head. As time passed, the flesh and blood at the cuts on the Golden Lion's legs began to become active, and the muscles around the wounds grew at an astonishing speed. After just one minute, the two brand new calves had grown, and Lin Yi withdrew his hand with satisfaction.