With Ron's approval, Violet breathed a sigh of relief and no longer had any scruples.

Like the starting point of her suggestion, King Riku and the others could not bear to have their homeland coveted, and it was something they did not know.

Early the next morning, residents were surprised to find that Area 4, which had been cordoned off the day before, had reopened, proving that visitors had left and there was no security threat.

Busy with the construction of their homes, they sighed the most, walked really fast, and then ignored them.

At the same time, Kinemon and his party saw an opportunity.

In the hotel room, Kanjuro said as he drank the water from the water bottle.

"I've asked, and it's easy to visit Area 4, with more than five Dressrosa residents with no criminal record signing a joint guarantee or those who haven't caused any trouble within a month of landing, and there will be some local events held from time to time, and the winners can also qualify."

"But now there are no residents willing to vouch for us, a month is too long, so we can only choose one path."

"But aren't you fugitives?"

The flamingo stood on the table with a plate of large lobsters in front of him, tearing it with his beak: "Go win the game and show off or something, are you sure it's okay?" ”

"Don't worry, Pink Feather!"

Kinemon patted his chest and said, "The inferior people are just fugitives from Wano Country, not wanted by the Navy, and no one knows who we are." ”

"Call me Pink Feather, stupid!"

"It hurts! I see, don't bite your nose! ”

The flamingo jumped to his feet, flapping his wings and rushing forward, and a moment later he threw off the head of the chicken nest of Kinemon and crossed his wings.

"Indeed, there is no other way at present, and with your strength, it is impossible to break through the defense line and break in...... Cut, sure enough, it's a bunch of fools. ”

"Even if there were, I wouldn't do it! If an inferior person is a samurai, a noble samurai, how can he break into the palace like a bandit! ”

"Okay stupid, I got the stupid."

So, not long after, at a fruit-cutting contest held in Area 3, there were three more men wearing beach pants and floral shirts and sun hats on their heads.

"Young master, this game will be played by me and Kanjuro!"

"No, I'm also a samurai, so there's no reason to retreat!"

"This ......"

For Momonosuke's insistence, Kinemon and Kanjuro looked at each other and sighed helplessly: "I know!" ”

Because it is an entertainment event with the participation of the whole people, the rules are relatively relaxed, and Momonosuke, an eight-year-old child, did not attract too much attention from the stage, and everyone came up with a housekeeping trick to make the audience laugh constantly.

But jokes aside, the game still has to go on.

After the host screened out the contestants who ran to be funny for funny reasons, the remaining 36 contestants officially started the competition.

Some of these people are genuinely curious about Area 4 and want to get into the scenery, some are here for the extra prizes of the competition, and some are chefs who are optimistic about the future of Dressrosa and want to make a name for themselves here.

However, this competition said that it was a fruit cutting competition, so the competition was only knife work, and seeing that the contestants officially came to the stage, the host Gaz picked up the phone worm and said loudly.

"Sa, after the laughter, please pay attention to these thirty-six are the real masters of this competition!"

"What? Did an eight-year-old kid make the cut? Sure enough, the ambition is not in the old age! ”

On the high platform, Kanjuro and Kinemon turned their heads in shock and looked at Momonosuke who was standing not far away.

"Young master?"

"Young master?"

"Hmph, I'm with ...... too Samurai, what's so strange about promotion?! ”

Momonosuke proudly clasped his hands on his chest, his face disdainful.

The preliminary round, or exhibition competition, is a very simple test, the fruit is cut and sorted in the same time, and whoever cuts more will naturally be selected.

Momonosuke was born in Wano Country, claiming to be a samurai, and has been accompanied by a sword since he was a child, although his sword can't be used to cut people, but cutting some fruit, it is undoubtedly a lot higher than the group of tourists who came purely for fun, and luckily finished in 36th place, and successfully advanced.

"But he's going to cry next, isn't he?"

In a secretly emptied restaurant at the back of the main plaza where the event was held, Ron grinned as he looked at the image projected by the phone bug.

Noticing his expression, Cyrus and Violet beside him looked at each other and couldn't help but shudder.

He does cry because the next game is called Fruit Ninja.

It is a person standing on a high platform, and the projector below keeps throwing fruit, and the player needs to grasp the timing and cut the fruit before it falls.

Score based on completion and quantity.

Merely......

It's not just fruit.

"Hmph, layman, do you know how many ways to cut the Black Rock Fruit?"

The first strong man to come to the stage showed disdain, brandished two large kitchen knives, and asked Kanjuro behind him.

Kanjuro turned around: "Black Rock Fruit? What is that? ”

"Sure enough, it's a layman, fortunately, the official score is calculated according to completion, you're done!"

Boom!

After that, the first row of fruits was bounced out from below by the projectile, and the height was exactly two meters above the high platform, which encompassed everyone's height and arm length as much as possible.

The strong man's eyes sank, and his mouth was full of thoughts: "Apples, bananas, pineapples, durians, sure enough...... All four cuts appeared, and I won! ”

Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!

The apple cross knife flower is cut off, the banana is peeled and separated, the pineapple is surrounded and peeled, and the durian is cut in a cross like an apple, but the section does not damage the flesh in the center, and it falls close to the gap.

"Oh!! Wonderful knife work, the No. 1 contestant actually used four different cutting methods in a short period of time, worthy of a professional celebrity chef! ”

Gaz commented excitedly, making the atmosphere on the field high.

Speaking of which, bang! Boom! Boom!

Another row of fruit popped up.

"Apples, apples, oranges...... Hey? Is this black black rock fruit? It's not that easy to do. ”

Black rock fruit is known for its hard shell, if you cut it stupidly on the shell, you don't count the quality of the knife if you don't crack the knife. Only by following a slight gap can you successfully cut it open.

This is not only a test of knife skills, but also a test of the chef's eyesight.

"But, it's hard for me to drink Jiro!"

After saying that, the strong man's eyes froze, and he waved his knife and fell.

The blade collided with the black shell, making a crisp click......

Bite!!

"No way, this voice ......!!!"

Subsequently, bang !!

In an instant, the audience was in an uproar!

Because the black fruit exploded on the spot!

"There is a !!"

Gaz picked up the phone bug and roared loudly, "The little bomb in the shape of the black rock fruit!! ”

"Friendly reminder, this tournament is a fruit ninja contest, but it's not all fruits, and there are small bombs disguised as fruits! Therefore, you must carefully distinguish the real from the fake, if you are unfortunate enough to hit the bomb, you will be the same as our No. 1 player! ”

"Of course, the power of the bomb is limited, and under normal circumstances, no one will be killed...... Well, probably. ”

Looking at the No. 1 contestant who was being carried down by the medical staff with black smoke in his mouth, Kanjuro, who was the No. 2 contestant, roared with fangs.

"Tell me about this kind of thing sooner, bastard!"

Suddenly, Kanjuro thought of something and turned his head to look.

Sure enough, Momonosuke, who was standing on the 36th high platform, turned pale and trembled. They stood in a circle in the square, Momonosuke No. 36 and Chef No. 1, no more than a few meters apart.

"What you can get without working hard will make people not know how to cherish it...... So even if it's a game with a fixed ranking, it has to put some pressure on them. ”

Ron watched the scene with interest and took a sip of tea.

Cyrus: "......"

Violet: "......"

There are only wrong names, no wrong nicknames.

The demonic name of the Navy Canglong is well deserved! Fupin Chinese