The Most Wasteful Fruit Among Pirates Chapter 264

"Unlucky boy Fram,"

In fact, the "General Franky" made by Fram is still a few brushes:

Six tubes of blue fire Gatling, 3,600 revolutions per breath, save the world with great mercy; automatic loading cannon, wisdom root cleansing and flowering ammunition, saving all beings to bliss...

After all, Fram has been able to hunt sea kings hundreds of meters away at sea with self-made weapons, and his strength is definitely not weak.

The artillery fire and bullets instantly turned the battlefield into a death zone of explosions and metals. The ordinary army could not bear it for a second, and it would be torn into pieces all over the sky.

But what he met was 'Eight Fingers' Oba!

Boom—

With a kick, a pit exploded on the solid arena, and the cracks spread in all directions like spider webs. And Ouba, who was holding a spear, was already galloping towards the 'General Franky' like a torpedo.

"Don't think you can beat me like this!"

Fram, who was sitting in the semi-open cab, roared excitedly, and while his fingers were flying, the tall robot rolled sideways as nimbly as a real person, unexpectedly avoiding Auba's thrust.

"General Franky's sword!"

Already being approached by the opponent, guns are naturally no longer suitable. General Franky popped out two long swords flickering with cold light from his arms, trying to engage in hand-to-hand combat.

"...Oba is releasing water,"

With a casual glance, Rossi made a judgment.

Although Fram is indeed a genius, the war robots he made are also very good. But compared with Oba who has mastered two-color domineering, especially the armed color, which can be black and hard for a short time, it is completely different.

With Auba's strength, it's no problem to tear up this robot with just two hands.

"Fufufu, I didn't expect this big man to have such a delicate mind."

Dover smiled too.

The Don Quixote family attaches great importance to Mr. Tom, as long as cadres of some status know it, and Fram, one of Mr. Tom's disciples, is naturally known by many people:

So after Ouba deliberately let go of the water and let General Franky use all the means—

"drink!"

Breathing out, the spear in Auba's hand suddenly twisted and twisted, and General Franky's swords flew high, and then the tip of the spear came out of the hole like a python, and rushed forward in the blink of an eye!

"You lost,"

brush,

The silver-white gun tip stayed in front of the cab, chilling Fram's excited mind sitting inside.

"... I was defeated,"

If the opponent didn't stop, this shot would be able to penetrate the cab and kill Fram: No matter how strong this robot is, if the driver is killed, it will be nothing more than a pile of scrap metal.

"Damn it, is it really me who dragged down 'General Franky'?"

Fram, who jumped out of the cockpit, rubbed his blue airplane hair in frustration, but the audience around him began to applaud and cheer:

"Good job, little brother!"

"You're already strong, boy in swimming trunks!"

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

Fram, who roared at the audience, turned his robot around in displeasure, and then dragged it to the left passage where he came out: just his hand can drag more than ten tons of steel. Enough for ordinary people to look up to.

"Then the winner is—"

"Mr. Obama!"

With a black and white beard, the iron tower-like man turned around and left with a spear in his hand. His simple and honest appearance made it impossible for people to think that he actually "let the water" in the battle just now.

"Next, the one who will enter is—"

"Master Gilder Tezzolo!"

"Oh oh oh~~"

"Master Tezolo!"

Everyone in the auditorium burst into loud cheers. Unlike other middle-level cadres, Tezolo is already considered a "quasi-cadre" of the Don Quixote family. He is usually in charge of the management of the six islands in the first half of the New World, and has an extraordinary status.

and:

slap, slap, slap~~

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

"Ladies and gentlemen-"

Stepping on the beat, the dark green youth in a pink suit snapped his fingers while stepping into the arena, and flipped the switch of the phone bug with the other hand.

Tezzolo raised one hand and made a 360-degree turn, as if greeting all the audience.

"let's go!"

The eyes of hundreds of thousands of people fell on Gilder Tezzolo. He snapped his fingers as the beat and sang a magnetic song to the phone bug:

"One, two, three, let's start, gorgeous performance!"

The sunny and handsome Tezolo looked around, raised his head, and blinked mischievously.

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

Immediately afterwards, he snapped his fingers and pointed to the entrance on the other side: everyone's eyes followed his movement to the other side:

"The door is open, the battlefield of force and passion, come and win the glory~~? 7? 8"

"This Tezzolo, the way he played is really high-profile."

Pika, who is a "social fear" in the family, looked envious: his throat was burned at a very young age, resulting in a high-pitched voice, and his body shape: he sang and danced like this for a lifetime It's impossible.

"Don't panic,"

"As long as you are not embarrassed, it is others who are embarrassed."

Facing Rossi's comfort, the others rolled their eyes.

As Tezolo danced and sang, the atmosphere of the entire arena became lively, as if it was not a place for competitive fighting, but an international superstar performing a concert, making the cadres who came out of the opposite passage dumbfounded.

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

Rossi knew that Tezzolo liked to sing very much since he was a child: However, as a poor child, this talent was useless, even because of his father who was a bad gambler, his mother blamed him for singing. Both curse.

Only 'Stella' from the human slave market felt that Tezolo's singing was great, which cheered Tezolo up.

In fact, Tezzolo is definitely a top-notch entertainer.

After a song was skipped, the atmosphere of the scene has been mobilized,

"like this!"

Tezzolo raised his hands up, motioning for the audience to follow along,

"One, two, three, let's start, gorgeous performance!"

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

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

After the song was sung, all the men, women and children in the arena stood up and applauded Tezolo below. Even if he has no other skills, he can live comfortably with this skill alone.

Even in this chaotic world, people need cabaret music: let alone Dressrosa, known for its enthusiasm.

"Then, the game begins!"

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

"Lord Tezolo, please be merciful."

The cadre on the opposite side pulled out the sailor knife and flintlock gun at his waist, and he was once a pirate captain.

"Please,"

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

boom!

With the howling of lead bullets, the battle began.

"Oh, isn't that Jorah's 'hound pace'?"

Rossi raised his eyebrows unexpectedly. The cadre with a long knife in one hand and a flintlock gun in the other hand fired continuously. The howling lead bullets drew dangerous tracks in the air, blocking the space in advance, but without exception. Frustrated.

Tezolo seemed to be teleporting, and the speeding figure was moving at a high speed, as if he was using 'shave' continuously to dodge, easily dodging the opponent's gunshots.

"That's right, it's my 'hound-hound gait'."

Jorah nodded.

Although these 'low-level' skills are now almost integrated into the instinct of everyone, it is not surprising. But when they were in Beihai back then, no one in the entire family could master this trick.

But Tezolo went from having no foundation to advancing and retreating freely in just a few years. Talent and hard work are indispensable.

brush,

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

"This is Diamanti's swordsmanship?"

"Well, this Tezolo talent is really good—"

Diamanti also nodded seriously,

"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 is Diamanti himself~~ What, Rossi? If you are so strong, you can't be regarded as a human being at all.

It is the **** of the family!

"It's so smooth to attack and defend. It seems that Tezolo is very proficient in knowledge and domineering."

Rossi sighed again, he was away all year round, either fighting or on the way to fight: Unknowingly, the ordinary youth who could not even do his best in the slave market in Chambord had grown to this point.

"more than,"

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

"Tezolo's armed domineering has also reached the threshold, and the only thing left is the excitement of actual combat."

This time the middle-level cadres of the family gathered together, among them were the 'beautiful girl' Pete who had mastered the two-color domineering and the 'eight-fingered' Oba.

Gladius is not well. Although Tezolo is much older than him, he joined the Don Quixote family much later, and he is about to master the two-color domineering.

And his armed color—

If there is no devil fruit, the two siblings of Gladius may not be able to beat Tezolo!

Talent is something that sometimes really compares people to people, which makes people mad.

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

If Rossi knew what Gladius was thinking, he would definitely pat him on the head and let him 'just be happy'.

In the original 'timeline', Tezolo was tortured by the Tianlong people as a slave for many years. After escaping, he grabbed the 'golden fruit' abruptly with a wave of viciousness and resentment.

Then he continued to fight against powerful enemies from all walks of life, using all means, and accumulated huge wealth in just a few years. People gave him the nickname "Golden Emperor", a strong man with double domineering skills and fruit awakening.

In terms of talent, Tezolo is not weaker than Rossi and Dover, but under Rossi's interference, he didn't become a slave, nor did he watch his lover be tortured to death, so naturally he didn't fight with countless powerful enemies. A strong strength.

I don't know if it is lucky or unlucky for him.

"The winner, Lord Tezolo!"

While Rossi was rubbing his chin and thinking, the battle below was over:

Unsurprisingly, Tezzolo, who is astonishingly talented, took the victory with ease.

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

Rossi and others stood up and left first, while the people in the arena cheered the winners and waited for the Don Quixote family to leave before they walked out of the bullfighting arena in an orderly manner.

"Amazing!"

"Master Tezolo is really handsome and talented..."

"Don't be a nympho, Lord Tezolo is devoted to his wife, everyone knows that."

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

"Come on, let's try together, even if we can't become a master like the adults, at least we have worked hard—"

Countless ordinary people dispersed and returned to their homes. Of course, there are also cadres who have made a big splash in the arena, hugging left and right to "carpe diem in time".

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

"'Pretty Girl' Pete..."

Since the Red Earl said he has a problem, there must be a problem: For the Red Earl who can read minds and memories, ordinary people... no, ordinary masters have no secrets at all.

What could be the problem?

Before there is any evidence, Rossi can't just tie people up and torture them to extract a confession just because of the Red Earl's words.

What's more, for people in this world, physical torture to extract a confession is just a joke: if you don't even have this bit of willpower, why go to sea, what kind of pirate?

Just let me see if you will show any flaws.

Rossi went out to follow her personally, not to mention the "beautiful girl" Pete who only mastered primary arrogance, even if he was pushing the city, he could touch it back and forth silently.

Chapter end