Chapter XXXVII: Mockery

On a rainy night, even though the brawl in the Death Arena was only open for some reason, it didn't cut the way the pirates were solving their problems.

On the contrary, the bookmaker market here has brought in a large number of outlaws who live on deathmatches after discovering that it is profitable. In addition to meeting certain people to solve problems, the Death Fighters are one of the great means of maintaining the deformed prosperity of the shipwreck port. Even some of the casinos in the harbor don't get as much money as they do here.

Pirates are always a profession that speaks with their fists.

Zhao Qian stood in the death arena, which was much heavier than he had imagined, and the rain was still falling, so he had to throw away the cigarette he had just lit by the registration desk.

He was calm, a little out of step with the frenzied cheers around him.

Even the instigated tone words of the host at the registration gate couldn't make his face fluctuate by half a point. He's here for a simple purpose, to complete dueling master milestones and increase his reputation. So he opted for what seemed a bit crazy and made the decision to play four at a time.

Because Cui Hu is definitely the first to appear like this, if he kills Cui Hu and makes his three subordinates dare not play, then he will have to waste some more time here. But the Golden Plot Quest is really urgent according to the current situation.

"Next, let the Fearless's opponents, the Empress's second mate, Mad Tiger, Cui Hu, and his men enter."

Zhao Qian was drenched in the rain and watched the four people who were dry and walked into the death arena. Judging by their dress, they should have spent a lot of money to change into clean clothes, eat something, and buy some weapons in the lounge. Keep your body at your peak.

I didn't look at them very seriously before, but now I realized that each of them still had a hairstyle on their heads that symbolized the rule of a certain dynasty. Money tail.

"Kill them! Hush! ”

In the audience with a waterproof sailing cloth, I don't know who whistled.

In fact, when the pirate who presided over the game revealed that Fu Sosi Zhao was fighting against the four murderers, it caused a lot of boiling in the arena.

Everyone worships heroes, even murderous pirates, like a base in the real world. They will all have their own beliefs, and they will be much more determined than the average person who has not experienced death.

"Master Cui, kill him!"

An Oriental pirate on the stage opened his mouth, and was instantly drowned out by the voice of another group, it was the sailors of the Black Baron, and there were quite a few.

"Get out of here! You sons of bitches, kick your mother's ass hard before you Lord Fususi has yet! ”

"You-!"

In a sense, Bartholomew's Black Baron is one of the most wanted ships for many pirates. Although many of them are secretive about their experience of shocking the seven seas in the past three years, the good dividends on board are something that every pirate yearns for.

You know, piracy is an illegal profession that doesn't help workers fight for their rights and interests like a certain American imperialist guild in the real world, and even the pirate code that is still being agreed on is somewhat ambiguous. It was all up to the captain and the first mate, and even the pirate sailors like Henry Morgan, who often ran away with money, had no good way to deal with him.

Is it possible to learn the technique of jumping off buildings to beg for wages from Tianchao migrant workers?

As a result, most of the sailors on the Black Baron were wealthy and would appear in many more upscale places of consumption than the average pirate. For example, the death arena in the shipwreck port.

Zhao Qian didn't care so much, he just looked indifferently at the opponent in front of him who seemed to be a little toothy and clawed.

The rain is taking away the body temperature of everyone in the open field.

"Let me ask you again, do you want to give my mother's jade?"

Cui Hu on the opposite side shouted, and the three henchmen behind him had secretly pulled out a flintlock pistol with good bullets, which made many gamblers who saw this scene shudder.

"Y-Mom, okay?"

Zhao Qian said, the long sword had been pulled out of the ticket by him. In a serious tone, if it weren't for the physical characteristics of his Westerners, perhaps the pirate of the Empress would have thought that he was related to his own family.

The boarding axe was clenched by Cui Hu, and he looked at his opponent with an angry face, originally he thought that the other party would only be one-on-one with his own people, who knew that he actually said that he would fight four by one.

In addition, he had obviously learned the mouth of an Oriental who taught him to scold just now.

"Kill him!"

As soon as the Hokkien dialect came out, the three Oriental pirates behind him, who were slightly smaller than him, moved, and the flintlock pistol shot out almost as soon as it was aimed.

"When! While! ”

The Dongfang long sword in his hand was pro, and the last shot didn't need to be blocked at all, because the shot was too crooked.

His feet did not stop, and the sword in his hand was slightly raised as if it had eyes.

Through the gap of the axe, Zhao Qian's movements were very sharp, like a butterfly flying through flowers. It was too slow, so he didn't want to waste these 100 travel points using identification.

Stab.

There are no other sword moves that are necessary for long swords, and the foil will be a sword method that uses the attack method to a certain degree or the extreme.

But Cui Hu reacted much faster than Zhao Qian imagined, and he didn't have the consciousness to be in front of the four of them.

Or rather, he had no intention of defusing the attack for his men.

The famous strong man of the pirates dodged, exposing his men, who were still reloading, behind him.

To put it mildly, he slit the throat of one of the stunned-looking creatures with his sword, feeling the wind at his side.

The axe was chopped down.

"Your throat cut deals 150 actual damage to the Empress sailors."

"This unit currently has -50 health."

"The sailor of the Empress is dead."

"Milestone: Duel Master. You have defeated 3 opponents in the Arena, and you need to defeat 3 more to earn this achievement. ”

Zhao Qian turned around, and under the dynamic vision, he could see the attack of this oriental pirate clearly.

A big open and close move.

"Death to Lao Tzu!"

Cui Hu's shout sounded in the death arena, and many viewers seemed to be an unavoidable axe. It can also be regarded as the famous stunt of this famous pirate.

Hide.

On the side of Zhao Qian's body, he glanced at the axe blade that changed his move in mid-air, and the long sword was erected.

A cruel smile appeared on the face of the Dongfang Han. Behind this young Western man are two pirates with experienced combat skills drawn with sailors.

"Dang!"

Compared with Cui Hu, some of the thin bodies did not move at all, and the sword body with both hands against it appropriately withstood the blow of the axe blade. The quality of this long sword used by General Tang was even better than everyone imagined, but the part that was attacked was bent, and it quickly returned to its original form.

Cui Hu saw it in his eyes, and a trace of greed flashed in his eyes.

In fact, he originally planned to keep his hand and didn't want to make things bigger. In his heart, he gave up the original plan to cripple Zhao Qian at most. This kind of blade can only be seen by Westerners who don't know much about Eastern swords.

"Kill him!"

Dongfang Dahan shouted, making the hands and feet of the two Dongfang people behind Zhao Qian a little faster.

The sound of the knife breaking through the air is near.

Divide-Cut-Line -

Somewhere high in the wreck harbor, Merlin, a cheongsam woman, looked at the ships moored in the harbor that were much larger than the pirate ships on the side, and did not speak.

She just smoked a small cigarette stick quietly and her eyes crossed over some figure in a top hat who had left for some excuse.

Flashed a hint of mockery.