"Flam, this unfortunate boy,"

In fact, the 'General French' made by Flam is still a few brushes:

Six tubes of blue fire Gatling, one breath of three thousand six hundred turns, great mercy and compassion for the world; Self-loading cannon, Huigen Pure Blossom Bomb, Pudu sentient beings to Bliss...

After all, Flamem has been able to use homemade weapons to hunt sea kings hundreds of meters at sea, and his strength is definitely not weak.

Artillery fire and bullets instantly turned the battlefield into a death zone of explosions and metal, and ordinary soldiers could not carry it for a second, and they were about to be torn to pieces.

However, what he met was 'Eight-Fingered' Oba!

Peng——

With a kick of his foot, a pit burst into the solid arena on the spot, and the cracks spread in all directions like a spider's web. And Oba, armed with a spear, was already like a torpedo, speeding towards the 'General French'.

"Don't think you're going to take me down!"

Sitting in the semi-open cab, Flamem roared excitedly, and as his fingers flew, the tall robot rolled to the side as nimbly as a real person, avoiding Oba's thrust.

"General Frankie's sword!"

has been close to the other party, and the gun is naturally no longer suitable. General French popped out two long swords with a flicker of cold light on his arms, trying to engage in hand-to-hand combat.

“··· Oba is releasing water,"

With a casual glance, Rosie made a judgment.

Although Flam is indeed a genius, the war robots he makes are also very good. But compared with the two-color domineering, especially the armed color, which can be short-lived black and hard, it is completely different.

With Oba's strength, it would be perfectly fine to tear off this robot with both hands.

"Ferver, I didn't expect this big man to be so delicate."

Dover smiled too,

The importance that the Don Quixote family attaches to Mr. Tom is known to cadres with a little status, and Flam, who is one of Mr. Tom's disciples, is naturally known by many people:

So after Oba deliberately released the water and let General French use all his means-

"Drink!"

Exhaled, the spear in Oba hand suddenly picked up and twisted, and flicked General French's double swords high, and then the tip of the spear was like a mad python out of a hole, and it pounced forward in the blink of an eye!

"You're defeated,"

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The silver-white tip of the gun rested at the front of the cab, chilling the excited brain of Flame, who was sitting inside.

“··· It's me who loses,"

If the other party doesn't stop, this shot can pierce the cab and kill Flam: no matter how strong this robot is, if the driver is killed, it will be nothing more than a pile of broken copper.

"Damn, did I really drag 'General Frankie' down by myself?"

Flam who jumped out of the cockpit rubbed his blue hairstyle in annoyance, but the audience around him was already applauding and cheering:

"Well done, little brother!"

"You're already strong, swim trunk guy!"

"Bastard, don't call me 'little brother', do you hear me!

”

Flam, who roared at the audience, unhappily carried his robot around, and then dragged it to the left passage where he came out: the power of his hand to drag a dozen tons of steel alone was enough for ordinary people to look up to.

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"Well, the winner is—"

"Mr. Oba!

”

With a black and white beard, the tower-like man turned around and walked away with a spear, and his honest appearance made people never expect that he would actually 'release water' in the battle just now.

"Next, what will be entering is—"

"Lord Gilde Tezolo!"

"Oh oh oh~~"

"Lord Tezolo!"

The crowd in the audience erupted in loud cheers, unlike other middle-level cadres, Tezoro was already considered a 'quasi-cadre' of the Don Quixote family, usually in charge of the management of the six islands in the first half of the New World, and his status was extraordinary.

And:

Pap, pap, pap~~

The sound of snapping fingers with a strong sense of rhythm came out, and it seemed to fall on everyone's heartbeat, making the audience subconsciously quiet.

"Gentlemen and ladies—"

A dark green young man in a pink suit snapped his fingers and stepped into the arena with a tap dance, and turned on the switch of the phone bug with the other hand.

Tezolo raised one hand and spun around three hundred and sixty degrees, as if to greet all the spectators.

“let's go！”

The eyes of more than 100,000 people fell on Gilde Tezolo, who sang a magnetic song to the phone bug with snapping fingers:

"One, two, three, start, gorgeous show!"

The sunny and handsome Tezoro looked around, then raised his head and winked mischievously.

"Five, six, seven, ready, waiting for your arrival!"

Then he snapped his fingers and pointed to the entrance on the other side: everyone's eyes followed his movements and fell to the other side:

"The door is open, the battlefield of force and passion, come and win glory~~?"

···

"This Tezolo, the way he played was really high-profile."

Pika, the 'social fear' in the family, looked envious: his voice was burned at a very young age, resulting in a high-pitched speech, and his size: it was impossible to sing and dance like this for the rest of his life.

"Don't panic,"

"As long as you're not embarrassed, it's someone else who is embarrassed."

In the face of Rossi's comfort, the others rolled their eyes.

As Tezolo danced and sang, the atmosphere of the entire arena became warm, as if it was not a place for competitive fighting, but an international superstar was holding a concert, so that the cadres who came out of the opposite passage were crying and laughing.

"It's just a hobby, only having strength is the most important thing."

Rosie knew that Tezoro had been very fond of singing since he was a child: however, as a poor child, this talent was useless, and even because of the bad gambler's father and mother, he was angry with him, and scolded Tezoro for singing.

It was only Stella in the human slave market who thought Tezolo's singing was great that Tezoro cheered up.

In fact, Tezolo is definitely a first-class artist.

After a period of singing and dancing, the atmosphere of the scene has been mobilized.

"It's like this!"

Tezolo raised his hands upwards and motioned for the audience to follow,

"One, two, three, start, gorgeous show!"

The audience was also very face-saving, and many people echoed the melody in unison, and the atmosphere of the arena reached a high point.

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"Five, six, seven, ready, waiting for your arrival!"

As soon as the song was sung, all the men, women, and children in the arena stood up and clapped at Tezolo below. Even if he doesn't have other skills, he can have no worries about food and clothing with this alone.

Even in this chaotic world, people need music and dance: not to mention Dressrosa, who is known for his passion.

"So, the game begins!"

The enthusiastic 'foreplay' has not subsided, and the real 'main course' is about to be staged:

"Lord Tezolo, be merciful."

The cadre on the opposite side drew the sailor knife and flintlock pistol at his waist, and he saw that he had once been a pirate captain.

"Please,"

And the sunny and handsome Tezoro also pulled out the long sword at his waist and nodded politely.

Bang!

As buckshot whizzed, the battle began.

"Oh, isn't that Jorah's 'Hound Pace'?"

Rosie raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, the firearm in the hand of the cadre with a long knife in one hand and a flintlock pistol in the other hand fired continuously, and the whistling lead bullets streaked through the dangerous trajectory in the air, blocking the space in advance, but it missed without exception.

Tezolo's whole person seemed to teleport, and the speeding figure moved at high speed in a flash, as if he was using 'shaving' continuously to dodge, and easily dodged the opponent's gunshot.

"That's right, it's my 'Hound Pace.'"

Jorah nodded,

Although these 'low-level' skills are now almost all integrated into instinct, it is not unusual. But when they were in Beihai, no one in the entire family was able to master this trick.

In just a few years, Tezolo went from having no foundation to advancing and retreating freely, and talent and hard work are indispensable.

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In the next second, Tezolo, who was dodging at high speed, quickly approached his opponent, and the long sword in his hand fell with a dazzling light, suppressing the cadre who raised his sword to block and retreated again and again.

"This is, Diamanti's swordsmanship?"

"Well, this Tezolo talent is really good-"

Diamanti also nodded solemnly,

"If he focuses on swordsmanship, he might be able to become the second swordsman in the family."

As for the first swordsman, of course, it's Diamanti himself~~ What, Rosie? If you are strong like that, you can't be considered a human being at all.

It's the god of the family!

"It's such a smooth offense and defense, it seems that Tezolo is very skilled in seeing and hearing domineering."

Rosie once again sighed that he was away all the year round, either fighting or on the way to fighting: unconsciously, the ordinary young man who used to be unable to even do his best in the Chambord slave market had grown to this point.

"More than that,"

Virgo, who was wearing sunglasses, calmly took over the topic,

"Tezolo's armed domineering has also touched the threshold, and it is only necessary to be thrilled by actual combat."

This time, the middle-level cadres of the family gathered, including the 'beautiful girl' Pete and the 'eight fingers' Oba who have mastered the two-color domineering, and the huge pressure will definitely make Tezoro inspire the armed color domineering.

？？？

Guladius is not good as a person, although Tezolo is much older than him, but he joined the Don Quixote family much later, and he is about to master the two-color domineering.

And his armed color—

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If it weren't for the Devil Fruit, the two Guradius siblings might not have been able to beat Tezolo!

Talent is a thing, sometimes it's really more human than human, and it's infuriating.

No, you have to find a few strong enemies to improve.

If Rossi had known what Guladius was thinking, he would have patted him on the head and made him 'happy'.

In the original 'timeline', Taizolo was tortured as a slave by the Draconians for many years, and after escaping, with a ferocity and resentment, he snatched the 'Golden Fruit'.

Then he continued to fight against all kinds of strong enemies, did everything he could, and accumulated huge wealth in just a few years, and was nicknamed 'Golden Emperor', a strong man with double domineering skills and awakened fruits.

In terms of talent, Tezoro is not weaker than Rosie and Dover, but under Rosie's interference, he did not become a slave, nor did he watch his lover being tortured to death, so naturally he did not have a strong strength to fight with countless strong enemies.

I don't know if it's lucky or unfortunate for him.

"Winner, Lord Tezolo!"

Just as Rosie touched her chin and thought, the battle below was over:

Unsurprisingly, the incredibly talented Tezolo won comfortably.

"Let's go, today's game is over."

Rossi and the others stood up and left first, while the people in the arena cheered the victors and waited for the Don Quixote family to leave before leaving the bullfighting arena in an orderly manner.

"That's amazing!"

"Lord Tezolo is really, handsome and talented..."

"Don't be a nymphomaniac, Lord Tezolo is disillusioned with his wife, it's something everyone knows."

"I heard that the army is recruiting, maybe..."

"Let's go, let's try it together, even if we can't be masters like adults, at least I've tried-"

Countless ordinary people scattered and returned to their homes. Of course, there are also cadres who are in the limelight in the arena, and they are exactly going to 'have fun in time'.

On the roof of a nearby building, Rossi stood silently in the shadow of the building.

"'Beautiful Girl' Pete..."

Since the Red Earl said that he had a problem, there must be a problem: for the Red Earl, who can read his mind and memory, ordinary people... No, ordinary masters don't have any secrets at all.

What could be the problem?

Before there is no evidence, Rosie can't just tie people up and torture them to extract confessions because of the Red Earl's words.

What's more, for the people of this world, physical torture to extract confessions is a joke: if you don't even have this will, what kind of sea will you go out of, what kind of pirate will you be?

Just let me see if you show your flaws.

Rosie personally went out to follow, not to mention that the 'beautiful girl' Pete has mastered the primary domineering, even if it is advancing the city, he can touch it back and forth quietly.

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