Bullfighting arena, athletes' viewing seats.

Lao Cai: "Old man, Luffy is in Area C like us!" ”

Abu: "If you want to kill him, let's do it in the game!" ”

Cavendish also looked hateful: "I will never let you escape!" Magic Sword, it seems like I'm a player in the D zone, right? Be sure to remove your dog's head! ”

Some of the players heard the movement and just rushed over: "What just happened here?" Why is it so messy? ”

"I've heard people say magic swords and straw hats..."

"Magic sword? Are Tatsuki and Luffy here too? ”

As everyone knows, Chen Wan and Luxi are now hiding outside the fence of the viewing hall and continue to watch the game in Area B.

Dressrosa's army commander Tank Lepante danced with a hammer in his hand, staring at the cruel and despicable brothers in front of him.

The brothers were notorious bounty hunters and hated both the navy and pirates, Jett and Abdora.

They flanked Repant's front and back, making it impossible to take care of the whole thing.

The meanness of these two brothers lies in their specialization in hitting the enemy's soft underbelly and attacking him in the back, and their agility often catches people off guard.

Sure enough, Lipante was just about to attack Abdora in front, and Jet in the back had already pierced the back of his heart.

"Tank Lipant has fallen! Become the ghost of Abdorah and Jett! "The supporters announced the battle on the field as if they had been beaten with blood.

Even the people in the audience couldn't stand it: "These two brothers are really, clean that kind of dirty means!" ”

The host continued: "More than a hundred people have fallen and disqualified, and now only thirty people remain in the ring! ”

The number of people protecting King Elizabello II was getting smaller and smaller, and the military advisor Da Gama's face became solemn: "Just wait a little longer!" No matter how difficult it is for the last surviving guys, we only need to have this King's Fist..."

The battle on the field was stalemate and fierce, and the bounty hunter brother, who had already killed more than twenty people, showed an even more bloodthirsty smile: "Which turn should it be next?" ”

Jett: "Hee-hee-hee! Who wants to shed some blood? ”

Just when the two of them were almost unstoppable, a sturdy figure galloped in, and even they who had always been agile did not react.

"Spring Punch!"

It turned out to be the spring man "Hyena" Bellamy, who not only moved faster than these two, but also punched out with full strength, and the two were directly knocked out of the field.

"Bellamy!" The spectators on the field immediately erupted in cheers when they saw his heroic posture of defeating his opponent.

The host was also very excited: "Tough, vicious, these words are only worthy of this man!" ”

The eyes of the audience focused on another place: "Look! That fish-man is so powerful, I get goosebumps when I look at it! ”

"That's the famous Fishman Karate, right?!"

Host: "The people who fought with him before were knocked out with one blow, it's too strong!" There is also this one of the men who are pushing forward with fiery momentum, the Fishman Warrior, Haku!! ”

Haku's strength is also embarrassing, and wherever his fists go, they are scattered.

When everyone was fighting, on the other side, a player was lying leisurely on the edge of the arena, supporting his head with one hand, and actually became a spectator, looking at the arena with a leisurely face.

"What is that guy doing?"

"It's so speechless, how far does he want to see the five people before he stops!"

"If you don't want to play, you feel like get out, Bartolomeo!!"

Looking at Bartolomeo's empty posture and laid-back attitude, the audience expressed their dissatisfaction.

Not only the audience, but the host was even more dissatisfied with him: "He actually started the audience in front of everyone, did that guy take the game seriously!" ”

At this time, Haku walked over slowly and looked down at Bartolomeo with a straight face: "Little ghost, everyone else is very serious about participating in the competition, I'm going to punch you, I'm offended!" ”

Bartolomeo, on the other hand, looked indifferent, as if he hadn't seen him at all, and continued to lie there, even plucking out his ears.

Host: "There it is! This hero is the fish-man warrior Haku! ”

Audience: "Go! Kill this guy, Haku! ”

And Bartolomeo's contemptuous attitude made Haku even more angry.

"Four Thousand Wa Zheng Fist!"

Haku punched out and pierced the air, and the punch came like a sea of punches.

Suddenly, blood splattered.

The scene that everyone imagined did not happen.

On the contrary, Haku, who blasted out this fist of thousands of strengths, was bounced back, and he seemed to have hit the iron wall of copper, and his fist was bleeding nonstop.

Everyone was stunned.

And Bartolomeo lay there the whole time, not moving.

"What did he do? It was Haku who fell? What the hell is going on? ”

"What happened just now? That... Who is that guy sacred?! ”

This man... It's hard to fathom.

Haku lay on the ground, almost unconscious.

"Huh... Haku defeated? The master said, but in his heart he didn't seem to be able to accept the fact that it had happened, he stabilized his thoughts a little, and continued, "The winner is still difficult to predict, and there are still more than twenty people left in Area B!" ”

Bartolomeo finally stood up and patted the dust off his body: "It's almost time to see each other!" ”

Bellamy's gaze also focused, and he licked his lips: "There's a very arrogant guy here..."

On the other side, Elizabello II is still charging up for his "Fist of Kings".

The military advisor Da Gama showed excitement: "Gahaha, everyone is almost injured!" It's time! ”

Just then, Brukiri, the gladiator of the Longlegs Clan, kicked over the mysterious sword fighter Nicky.

The audience erupted in cheers again.

"I hate the cheers, and I hate Doflamingo even more!"

This is the inner monologue of the fallen sword fighter Richy.

Some of the people are still clinging to this Elizabello II: "Thanks to da Gama's strategy, the number of people on the field has been greatly reduced!" ”

"As soon as the signal is issued, this formation will be lifted!"

"Then decide the winner among us!"

"Roar!"

At the last moment, a tall and thin man rushed forward, kicking several of his legs like a whip.

It was none other than the long-legged martial artist Brukili.

Not only that, but they felt an attack behind them.

"Don't mess up the formation! Why were we attacked from behind?! ”

No one expected that it was Vasco da Gama, who made the first move...