The samurai convention is held every five years, and this convention, which was originally intended to select strong people to join the Kaido Pirates, has now become a tradition in Wano Country, and I don't know whether to celebrate or be ironic...

What Song Yan is doing now is very boring, he is copying books. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Selected Works of Mao Zedong", a total of six volumes, 1.5 million words, after deleting the part that is not suitable for the world of pirates, it has been greatly reduced, but it still has 300,000 words.

You see, the author has been coding words for a month, and he hasn't had 300,000 words, so you know how laborious it is to write down these 300,000 words with a pen.

So let's not look at Song Yan next, let's take a look at Sabo, the protagonist of the pirate world.

Soon after he went to sea, Sapo was bombed by ships of the World Government and unfortunately fell overboard.

It is worth mentioning that although Sabo wanted to be a pirate at that time, he did not hang the pirate flag and did not have a bounty order, and his actual identity was just a rich second generation who traveled by car.

But when this rich second generation arrived at sea, he was bombarded by the world government, which may be interesting.

Dorag had seen Sapo, so after saving Sapo, he wanted to send him back, but Sapo had lost his memory at this time, and he had an extremely bad impression of his castle, so he was resolutely unwilling to go back, so he stayed in the revolutionary army.

And although Dorag introduced that Sapo was a newcomer, Sapo was already the chief of staff of the revolutionary army at this time.

It's a pity that in front of Dorag and Song Yan, he really doesn't have much right to speak.

Fortunately, after leaving these two people, Sapo returned to the station, although the color of his hair has changed, but the hair is not the main body and can still be recognized.

Needless to say, he bought a fiery red samurai suit and went to the samurai convention.

"You're going to sign up too?" The samurai who held the name looked Sapo up and down: "Where's your sword?" ”

Sapo shook his head: "I'm a samurai with fists!" ”

The warrior laughed: "What kind of fist, don't you know that the sword is the life of the samurai, I think you don't have the money to buy a sword!" ”

Sapo slammed his fist impatiently on the table: "Does anyone rule that samurai must use swords?" ”

The samurai hurriedly stood up and nodded and said, "Hey, there are no rules, may I ask your name..."

"Me, Saitama!" Sapo took his number plate and entered the venue without looking back.

The samurai who had recorded his name looked at an inch-deep fist mark on the table and wiped his sweat...

This is a stone table!

The staircase-like observation deck in the huge arena is already full of spectators, which is the reason why the samurai tournament can continue to be held, and there is money to be made!

"Our black sword Nagaki Shino has won again, let's phantom the next challenger with warm applause, No. 77, Saitama!" The narrator's passionate voice resounded in the room.

As the words fell, Saitama, who had not shaved his head, slowly walked into the venue.

"Yo, this No. 77 player didn't bring a sword, did you forget, you must know that the black sword Nagaki Shiye not only defeated the previous champion, but also defeated fifteen challengers, his strength is undoubtedly strong!" The commentator roared, "What does this contestant named Saitama mean by holding out a finger, we'll see!" ”

Wait and see, the audience instantly became irritable, a samurai who even forgot to bring a sword is a real samurai?

You must know that they also spent money to come to see the game, could it be that the organizers are looking for a trust to make up the time to make up...

"Black sword, kill this to!" Someone shouted, and the shouts snapped together.

"Black sword, kill him!!"

"Black sword, kill him!!"

"The audience above wants me to beat you to death!" The black sword Nagaki Shino sword crossed his chest, and he smiled wickedly and madly...

Sapo twisted his neck and straightened his fingers. In fact, his trick is the dragon claw hand, which can easily damage the ordinary long sword with a domineering hand and a special way of powering.

But this time I'm going to use my fists...

Sapo bowed to avoid Nagagaki's sword, holding back the hand that wanted to grab the knife, and observed.

Nagaki is better than a sword, and the black sword roars and there are black shadows everywhere in the field.

"The black sword Nagaki has been attacking, and Saitama seems to have been dodging," the narrator said.

The audience also began to make noise, this kind of game is not beautiful!

Sabo actually felt bored, originally looked at this person's title Black Sword, and thought he was a domineering person, after all, like the black fingers of the black wrist Zefa, they are domineering, but I really didn't expect this to be a simple black sword...

This samurai's strength is not weak, and he has the realm of cutting through steel, or the power to cut out sword qi, which is similar to Sauron who went down to the Sky Island.

That's too weak for Sabo...

"Sure enough, Mr. wants me to solve it with one punch, and I will feel insulted if I really punch a few more punches!" Sapo finally stretched out his hand and blocked a sword head-on!

"How is that possible!" The samurai looked at Sabo's blackened palm in panic.

"How could it be!" Sabo is directly close to his body and swings it out with a punch!

"Bang!" Nagaki Shino was thrown high, and fell down heavily, lying down without even struggling.

The whole arena suddenly fell silent...

"Fa, what happened, one punch, Saitama fighter defeated the black sword Nagaki Shino with one punch!" The narrator roared hard, and the audience was also brought up by him and began to roar.

As for the Black Sword, I'm sorry who it is...

The body of the black sword was carried down, and after the venue was cleaned, the commentator began to announce the curtain again, and the next one was No. 78 Qimu Shuomao!

The rule here is to keep the ring, and if you hold your ring for three hours, you will be promoted, from standing in the arena to going down.

The middle setting up the venue will give you a little time, and no one will let you rest even if you are exhausted.

If you can't go up, if you can't go down, the rules made by Kaido himself are firmly implemented by these invaders.

Qimu Shuomao has white hair, wears a simple linen clothes, and holds a short blade that is no more than a foot, which looks like white teeth in the wood industry.

"My knife is fast, you have to be careful!" Sakumo Hachiki said.

Sabo nodded, holding out another finger.

He held out another finger, what does it mean, is it a punch? Is it what it means to beat you with one punch? The narrator shouted frantically.

Neither of the two on the battlefield was affected by this noise, but in an instant, Hachiki Shuomao had already cut in front of Sabo's eyes.

"So fast!" Sapo shaved away, and then looked at where the short knife had slashed, and he nodded.

It's a strong man, but unfortunately, it's not enough!

Sapo was on the side of his body, dodging the short knife, and then another close punch!

Qimu Shuomao was thrown high and fell heavily, exactly like the black sword just now...

"It's amazing, it's another punch!" The narrator cheered and watched as Saitama below reached out and clenched his fist in the air.

"Saitama is also very individual!" He exclaimed, and he thought it was Sabo's way of celebrating.

"Next, it's Challenger No. 79, Nangong Tudou!"

Qimu Shuomao was randomly pulled up by the staff, and after leaving the arena, he was casually thrown into an alley.

The alley is already home to the corpses of many samurai.

Soon after the staff dispersed, two well-dressed people also came here, and after a tentative snort, the two looked at each other, raised the flag and left.

Soon after, Sakumo Hachiki opened his eyes and saw a middle-aged man with a dragon-shaped ornament painted on his face standing in front of him.

"Would you like to join us, Sakushige Hagi," the middle-aged man asked.

"Who are you?" Qimu Shuomao groped carefully, but saw that his short knife was handed over by someone else.

"We, the Revolutionary Army!" Dorag laughed.

Sapo can grab other people's weapons in battle, and his eyesight and reflexes are unparalleled in the world, so he can naturally judge the strength of his opponent. In his feelings, Qimu Shuomao is a strong man, so he uses a faster speed to kill Qimu Shuomao and let others ignore this strong man. Then send a signal for the comrades of the revolutionary army to find this person and pull him into the army.

The signal is also simple, it is the fist that reaches into the sky.

After a while, the excited Sapo also returned.

"Master, I'm back!" Sabo's voice came in, and he had already returned from the three hours of fighting.

"How's it going?" Dorag asked.

"All of the Lord's opponents were eliminated by one punch, and when he was about to leave, the whole audience was chanting Saitama!" One of Sabo's attendants said.

"Hey, that's nothing!" Sapo shook his head, but the excitement on his face could not be hidden.

Dorag nodded and said, "Mr. Qimu wants to meet you, you can go and have a look..."

What he has in his hand is Song Yan's work in one afternoon, only about 10,000 words, but with these 10,000 words, Dorag feels that he can read it for two days and can use it for a lifetime...

"I really want to see this wise man..."Dorag looked at the beautiful font on the paper and sighed: "This world is so big..."