Chapter One Hundred and Two
The situation on the field changed dramatically, and for some reason, the redhead felt that the originally light sword seemed heavy, and his body could not keep up with the speed of thinking, and even his thinking began to slow down.
"What's going on? The Boss's situation is not right. Ruki Rue said anxiously, this is not like a normal boss.
"Damn." Seeing that the situation was critical, Jesus picked up his sniper rifle, and he was ready to intervene.
If this continues, the redhead will die.
"Don't meddle." Beckman stopped.
"Don't tell me you didn't notice, Beckman. Compared to just now, the boss is like two people. Raki Rue dissatisfied.
Except for the hawkeye on the field, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the redhead is not in the right state.
"I know, but it's a duel. No one can meddle until the winner is decided. β
"There's definitely something wrong with this, an unfair duel, why should we follow the rules?" Jesus roared.
"Because it's the dignity of a man." Beckman said coldly, "No matter what tricks they play, after the duel begins, anyone's intervention is a blasphemy against this duel." You don't know the importance of this duel to the boss, and the boss will never agree. β
"Even if it's death?"
"Principles are more important than death."
Beckman clasped his hands tightly.
"Don't let anything happen, boss. We are the Red-Haired Pirates, the 'Redheads', and there is no one who can replace you. For our sake, you must not have an accident. β
Hawkeye's attacks were stronger than ever, forcing the redhead into a difficult situation. His thoughts were clear, and he was about to win, which made him feel a hearty feeling all over his body.
"Huh?" Hawkeye finally realizes that something is wrong.
The steps are vain, panting, the muscles on the hands are exposed, and the red hair at the moment is quite uncomfortable. But his eyes are getting brighter and brighter, as resolute as ever.
"What's going on?" Hawkeye's attackHawkeye knew that he was going to inflict heavy damage on the enemy, which he admitted, but it was still a little bit of fire to hurt the redhead like this.
Redheads, it should be stronger.
"Somebody's making trouble."
In an instant, Hawkeye thought of this possibility. His instincts are very sharp.
What others can see, Caesar can see.
"Did you do it? Caesar? Jack's expression was serious, and his previous oil tone was gone.
Jack is also a pirate, no matter how unserious he is, he also has the self-esteem of being a pirate in his heart.
Even pirates despise deceit in duels.
"No, I'm confused too." Caesar's tone was firm.
"That's good." Jack softened his tone.
"Excuse me?" In Caesar's consciousness, the figures of King Kong and the ghost spider appeared. The two of them are the most suspicious.
"It's the two of you." He said viciously.
"Just to eliminate the threat." King Kong's voice appeared in Caesar's heart, "The red hair is nothing now, once it is fully grown, it will be our great enemy." The enemy must be destroyed. To be on the safe side, we will wipe out the red-haired pirates in a while. β
King Kong's killing intent is clear. In the future world, there is no need for too many strong people, as long as the weak ones are enough.
"This is the last time, don't play any tricks behind my back. If there is any more, I will kill you. "If you can't control the power, then it's still destruction.
"If the redhead dies, the redhead pirates will be wiped out; Live, this is the end of the matter. β
"Butβ"
"Don't forget who you are, I'm the head." Caesar's tone was cold, and the ruthlessness in his eyes was terrifying.
"Yes." King Kong bowed his head deeply.
"The duel is over for now. Redhead, you have a good rest first, next time we will win or lose. β
Since there are off-the-field factors interfering, there is no need for a duel.
Taking advantage of people's danger, Hawkeye disdains to do it.
"Wait, since the duel has begun, it can't end." Indeed, it is the redhead who is seriously disadvantaged when he says this, "unless the winner is decided." β
"Do you beat me? In this case. Hawkeye laughed angrily.
"I'm not going to give up until the last minute. No matter what the case may be. The redhead declared loudly.
It's like the captain of the ship many years ago, and what I learned from him is this spirit of not admitting defeat.
The duel continued, the injured red-haired hair was dripping with blood, the heavy smell of blood was permeating, and the sword aura was domineering, just like a demon god of the world.
No, it's not a demon god, because it's supposed to be a god of war. Because there is no murderous aura on the red-haired body, only an unyielding fighting spirit.
The mysterious overlord is domineering, and it is intimidating to everyone's hearts; The sword dominates the world.
This is the red-haired swordsmanship, without the skill of Eagle Eye, nor the comprehensiveness of Caesar, but with the grandeur and majesty of the emperor.
Combine your strong will, pure belief, and broad mind to form a mighty and mighty royal sword intent that dominates the world.
The emperor, the dragon among men, the master of all beings;
King, heaven and earth, I am the only one.
The sword qi that squinted vertically and horizontally penetrated Hawkeye's body and rushed straight into the distance.
"Why don't you hide?"
"I just want to make the fight fairer." Hawkeye laughed, "The duel will start again when you and I are in the same state." β
"Then you're welcome."
Puff, puff, sword marks, blood flowers, wounds leaking out of white bones, and tumbling flesh and blood all indicate the seriousness of the injury.
In particular, the two-inch sword marks on the abdomen can even be seen in the internal organs.
"In that case, we'll all be in the same state."
"This time, we must decide the winner."
The battle resumed, destined to be tragic.
"What a fool, Mihawk you idiot." King Kong scolded in his heart, "Such a good opportunity, I actually gave up for that duel." β
King Kong never cared about any duel, and in his mind, one-on-one heads-up and duel were just the naΓ―ve illusions of stupid creatures.
As long as he can achieve the goal, he can use any means.
He only cares about the result.
He was joined by Dr. Vegapunk.
"What the hell is going on in their heads? Don't you want to die? β
A scientist would never understand this "romance of men".
"And, according to their injuries, they should have fallen a long time ago." Rows of data appeared in front of Vegapunk, from the height and weight of the two to the way they held their swords, the angle of their moves, and even their personalities.
If the redhead saw it, he would be amazed, and it even contained information about Jesus.
"At the beginning, Mihawk produced 413 swords per second, and the redhead 370 swords per second, after several hours of fierce fighting, the speed should have decreased by 51.2%, right, how did it drop by 6.13%? Is there a data error? Or did they break through in battle? Or rather, the role of the will. "Vegapunk was surprised for the first time, and the performance of these two men, breaking his stats, proved that his stats were not infallible.
"It seems that the will spirit is going to be reassessed?" Vegapunk's heart drifted into the distance.
This duel, there is nothing to see for him.
"Mihawk," the ghost spider was also shocked, he never thought that Hawkeye would do this.
And that redhead, knowing that there is a problem, still wants to continue the duel, what the hell does the redhead think?
"Do you care so much about fairness?" The heart of the ghost spider is messed up.
And this duel has finally come to the last moment.
"It's the final blow."
"The Sea Emperor roars!"
"Break the sea!"