The Most Wasteful Fruit Among Pirates Chapter 263

Dressrosa,

The bullfighting arena is packed.

Although there had been an incident of 'an unknown strongman invading Dressrosa' before, the opponent had already been repulsed by the Don Quixote family. So the people of this country gathered together to cheer for the strength of the Don Quixote family.

The intensity of the battle a few days ago was simply appalling!

The real world collapsed, and half of Dressrosa was beaten and separated to form a new island, with traces left by King Doflamingo on it: half of the new island was turned into white Wire.

This is completely beyond the imagination of ordinary people, it is like a miracle.

If it is a battle of that level, ordinary people can't even watch it; then the competition in front of them belongs to the battle that they can understand and cheer for.

According to the plan, the middle-level cadre competition of the Don Quixote family was held as scheduled.

At the same time as the metal booming in the arena below, Rossi was 'on the phone' with someone on the rostrum in the middle of the auditorium.

"Marshal Kong?"

"That's right, we just had a serious fight with the Red Earl..."

"How do I know, isn't the victim our Don Quixote family?"

"Oni? Yes, she, her sister, and the White Dragon Pirates changed their minds two years ago and joined our family... You ask me, who do I ask? We were beaten all over by the Red Earl a few days ago—"

Facing Rossi's answer, Marshal Kong, who was on the opposite side of the phone bug, was silent for a few seconds before asking again:

"Rosinindi, what do you think about the issue of the Red Earl staying in Dressrosa?"

"How do I see, I sit and watch!"

"Seriously, why don't you come here, Marshal Kong, and bring this legendary pirate to justice? Our Don Quixote family is just a small businessman with a duty..."

Before Rossi could finish complaining, a signal interruption sounded from the opposite side of the phone bug:

"Blu, Bru, Bru, Bru~~"

If it wasn't for the phone worm still maintaining an upside-down 'mountain' beard, Rossi would have believed it.

Unexpectedly, you, the admiral of the navy, are still interested in performing 'ventriloquist'?

"It seems that the navy has nothing to do with your Excellency,"

Putting away the phone bug, Rossi turned to look at the Red Earl who was sitting next to him.

"Heh, not only the navy doesn't want to see me, even your Don Quixote family doesn't want to see me, right?"

The evil and charming Red Earl took it very seriously. After all, he is a "monster" who can read minds and even memories. How many people in the sea dare to "call him brothers" with him?

That's why he followed the traces of the 'silent fruit': only this fruit that can shield the domineering nature of knowledge can let him enjoy the feeling of an 'ordinary person'.

To describe it in a very pretentious sentence:

If I don't take the initiative to become weak, I can't even play with you.

"So, kid Rosindi, hurry up and develop your fruit ability."

"After your fruit awakens, cast a permanent 'silent shield' on me, and I will leave naturally."

On the rostrum, the Red Earl himself occupied a large vacant seat. The Don Quixotes sit on the other side: next to the Red Earl is Rosie, and next to Rosie is Dover.

After all, if there is a conflict, only Rossi, who is the fastest, and Dover, who has just awakened, can fight back.

Others, I'm afraid they don't even know how they died.

"Hey... I think so too,"

The 'silent shield' that Rossi is using now has a limited range, and it will fail after a certain distance; the time can only last for one day and one night.

If the fruit can be awakened, and a permanent 'silent shield' can be placed on the Red Earl, he can be let go...

"I can only work hard to cultivate the fruit ability—"

While saying this, Rossi silently raised her hand to put a 'silent shield' on the Red Earl. I don't know if this behavior of brushing proficiency can speed up the development of fruits.

"Dover, who do you think will win?"

After dismissing the navy's inquiry, Rossi turned to chat with Dover next to him.

"That 'Pretty Girl' Pete."

In the battlefield below, the blond long-haired figure nicknamed "beautiful girl" holding a long sword walked around a strong man cadre holding a sword and shield with a T-shaped pace, and kept turning into afterimages one by one, attracting Cheers from a large number of girls in the stands.

Handsome, cool, and capable, many women have already fantasized about dating each other!

"Tani's former cadre, no wonder—"

A few years ago, the "White Dragon Pirates" entered the great route, and soon became famous. They were the famous "Pirate Supernova" at that time. Needless to say, as the captain of Tani, the cadres under him are also the best of the best.

In addition, there was 'Bald' Anoke, and the old fisherman was not stingy with giving advice if he was willing to ask him for advice, so the remaining two cadres had already mastered the basic two-color domineering.

"This is simply a dimensionality reduction blow."

The primary armed color can't be black and hard, but it can weaken the attack; the primary knowledge color is only a "flash of inspiration", but for those who don't know it, it is unreasonable crushing .

If he continued to roam the seas, it would not be difficult to get a bounty of hundreds of millions: he could be regarded as a famous 'big pirate'.

He came to the game and was a total bully.

"I remember that Pete's weapon is not a whip, why is he using a sword?"

Gladius' doubts came from behind him, and Rossi took a quick glance at this and understood it.

"He wanted to conserve his strength,"

"The whip is indeed his main weapon, but its damage is too bad. It is no sharper than a long sword without consuming the domineering winding."

Swords and flintlock guns can become the mainstream of the sea because of their stable lethality and function.

"By virtue of his skill, taking down opponents without expending his domineering: it seems that he is bound to get the reward."

While Rossi was explaining, the "beautiful girl" Pete had already deceived the opponent's left shield with a phantom, and the long sword flashed with a pool of blood, causing the long sword in the strong man's right hand to fall to the ground.

The victory is divided,

"Ooh~~"

"Well done, Mr Pete!

Hundreds of thousands of spectators cheered for the winner, and Pete, who had waist-length blond hair and was indistinguishable from a female, also waved his hands sunnyly to the surroundings, making Gladius curl his lips.

"If I played, I would have defeated the opponent long ago."

"You, a capable person, go down to bully others, how dare you say that?"

When Rossi complained about Gladius, the Red Earl next to him suddenly smiled.

Although Rossi knew that the Red Earl had a good character, it was impossible for him to put his family's safety on the other party's 'character'. So in fact, Rossi's knowledgeable domineering has been locked on the Red Earl:

Although this kind of behavior is very exhausting, for Rossi, it is also a kind of alternative exercise.

"Is that so..."

In Rossi's "foreseeable future", the Red Earl's lips moved quietly, and he said in lip language:

'There is something wrong with this person' words!

In reality, the Red Earl, who knew that Rossi had seen the 'future', smiled and said nothing, while teasing the civet cat Padong on his shoulder, he continued to watch the game with great interest:

After being shielded from knowledge and domineering, it's not bad to watch these 'fighting' pastimes that look like children playing in mud.

"Very good, Mr. Pete won this round cleanly!"

"The one who will appear next, on the left is—"

"Oh oh oh, is it finally my turn?!"

The game continued, and before the voice of the host's introduction fell, a teenager holding a rope had strode forward.

"Hey?"

"Puff haha~~"

"This little gentleman is really..."

"What are you laughing laughing!

Wearing only a beach shirt, swimming briefs, and sunglasses, Fram roared into the audience. However, instead of scaring everyone, many bold women blew kisses at him.

"Sir, come on!"

"Win the fight and I'll go on a date with you—"

"Let big sister teach you some fun games..."

It's just that Fram is too young now, and he is dressed up for swimming, so he doesn't look like a master who came to participate in the competition.

"A group of noisy women, I'm not interested in you!"

As Fram pulled the rope in his hand, a huge shadow rolled out of the passage on the left:

For a moment, the female auditorium who had been laughing just now was taken aback, and instinctively quieted down.

It was a three-meter-tall robot: it was welded with a large number of steel plates, densely packed with oranges, and things like gears, pipes, and bearings could be seen underneath.

Although it looks very rough, the steel endows it with an alternative 'beauty', which makes the eyes of many boys in the stands shine.

"Wow, it's a robot!"

"That's great, I'd love to have one too..."

"Hum hum,"

Brushing the tip of his nose with his fingers, Fram patted the robot behind him proudly.

"This is a weapon I made myself: General Franky! According to the rules, although you can only carry weapons and armor of a certain weight, if you make it yourself, you don't have to be restricted."

"Ahem, the contestant on the right has entered the arena—"

In the sound of the host's introduction, someone also came out from the channel on the right.

It was a burly man with a height of four meters, dark skin wrapped around muscles like steel bars, and a black and white beard. In his left hand, which lost his index and middle fingers, he held an alloy spear as thick as a child's arm.

As soon as he stood there, the audience seemed to see a back figure fighting with giant sea beasts and sea kings in the wind, waves and sea.

'Eight Fingers' Oba,

"Mr Obama!

As the host introduced loudly, the people in the audience also cheered.

"Huh? It's really bad luck to meet this guy...Flamm."

Gladius, who was in the row behind Rossi and the others, was disappointed. As a "little partner" he met in the capital of seven waters, Gladius hoped that Fram would win and join the Don Quixote family.

But facing that 'eight-fingered' Oba, even the current Gladius needs a tough fight, and Fram's robot alone has no chance of winning.

"Today's me - super cool!

And in the arena, Fram turned around and climbed into the cockpit on the chest of the robot behind him, with a look of excitement on his face.

After all, he is just a hot-blooded young man, so he naturally hopes to attract more people's attention, and this bullfighting arena is where he attracts the attention of thousands of people.

"Let's fight magnificently, General Franky!

"Hey, hey? Why is there no movement?"

Peng,

Just after Fram fiddled in the cockpit, the three-meter-high robot suddenly made an explosion sound, followed by black smoke coming out of it.

"Ahem, cough, **** it!"

Fram, who pushed the cockpit open, jumped down, endured the snot and tears from the black smoke, took out a wrench and rattled it for a long time, and then climbed into the cab with a face full of oil.

"It was just an accident,"

"Now, General Franky makes his grand debut!"

"Hey, hey, it's not gorgeous at all, little brother—"

boom!

Just when someone in the auditorium was complaining subconsciously, a shell whizzed and hit the arena wall below him, and he was so frightened that his whole body tightened, and he suffered from diarrhea on the spot.

"Hahaha, General Franky, go!"

Da da da da da da—

Black smoke rose from the black muzzle of one hand, and the six-barreled Gatling shot out a dense rain of metal storms from the other. The General Franky, which was still slowly smoking black smoke, launched an attack with a wildness that was different from the tattered and bulky appearance!

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