A Pirate's Counting Life

Magao Yaqi swung his sword forward, and snowflakes began to float in the air. The thin man's long sword was only pulled out an inch before Magao Yaqi's chop was knocked off the stone platform.

"Hoo ~ the artistic conception of ice"

The man trembled all over and said a word. He fell directly to the ground and his skin quickly turned purple. Two medical staff quickly stepped forward and lifted him onto a stretcher.

Mark, who walked to the exit, looked back at the snowflakes that had stopped falling on the stone platform. He was a little unsure whether the other party was a fruit-powered person. He had heard before that after he realized Zhantie and became a swordsman,

Either you can cut all the way and become a great swordsman who can cut everything, or you can understand the artistic conception and create your own sword path and become a different kind of great swordsman.

But this Ma Gao Yaqi's artistic conception of ice is a bit like the appearance of the Snow Snow Fruit when it activates its ability. Just when Mark wanted to explore it, there was a pain in his waist.

"Is it nice?"

Mark shook his head quickly. He said everything was wrong at this time, so he might as well endure it. He left the arena and walked to the food court. The ice on Shirley's face melted instantly. She pulled Mark and kept walking back and forth between the stalls.

"Little girl, your artistic conception of ice is very good. I wonder if my artistic conception of wind can surpass yours!"

Duolong came to Magao Yaqi's side and looked at him sharply. Feeling the fighting spirit exuding from Duolong, Magao Yaqi said in a cold voice.

"You can only know if you can win by fighting."

Magao Yaqi sidestepped Doron and walked toward the exit. Just when Doron was about to say something, the host started calling his name.

"Next, we invite our hurricane swordsman Doron."

As the crowd in the stands cheered, Duolong walked onto the stone platform with his rickety body and leaning on a green bamboo. A two-meter-tall strong man walked onto the stone platform holding a huge sword the size of a door panel.

"Old man! I heard that you are very powerful?"

The strong man waved his giant sword with one hand and blew a gust of breeze on the stone platform, slightly blowing the hem of Duolong's clothes. The strong man looked at Duolong with some disdain.

"You are the only one who is a hurricane swordsman. I don't dare to call myself a hurricane even if I am so powerful. Why do you, a bad old man, do you?"

"Hehehe"

Facing the strong man's ridicule, Doron just chuckled a few times, then slowly pulled out the thin sword in the bamboo stick, imitating what Mark said to him, and whispered

"Face the wind!"

Duolong swung a sword with his right hand, and a two-meter-thick tornado instantly appeared on the stone platform and rushed straight towards the strong man. As the distance got closer, the tornado began to grow thicker, and when it came to the strong man, its diameter had become five meters.

"Ah!! Open to me!!"

The strong man yelled and struck hard at the tornado with his giant sword wrapped in armor. The next second, his whole body was sucked in, and he only had time to let out a panicked roar.

When he landed, some small wounds appeared on his body. Duolong picked up the giant sword that fell on the ground with one hand and slowly walked to the strong man. He raised the giant sword in the air and pointed it at the strong man. He slowly looked at the man's pleading eyes. fall

After the strong man's breath of life disappeared, Duolong slowly took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the blood on his beard, then walked down the stone platform with a kind face.

"Swordsman Competition..."

Shi Ji, who was in the New World at the same time, saw the poster for the Swordsman Competition. He looked at the registration time and threw the poster into the water with disdain.

"Hey...a group of monkeys in the zoo dare to call themselves number one"

The battle was very fierce in the next few days. Mark relied on his own physical strength and domineering to advance to the top ten. Now each of the ten people left has the strength of a lieutenant general. Just when Mark returned to the warship and was about to rest, he called.

"You brat, do you have the confidence to get first place?"

"No…"

Mark shook his head and was about to say something fake when he was interrupted by Sora yelling on the other end of the phone.

"Asshole! I asked you to arrest someone, but you ran to compete! If you can't win first place, you can participate in any competition with your name. If you lose to a pirate, and then be reported by the media, your Navy career ruined!”

Mark hung up the phone and looked down at his military uniform. He felt that Kong was right. If the boat accidentally capsized, wouldn't it become a dark history? A certain well-known lieutenant general and a young man participated in the competition. Defeated by a certain pirate

Just thinking about it made his scalp numb, and Mark's fighting spirit ignited in his heart in order not to lose his reputation.

"Steady, steady, as long as I don't meet Maka, Doron, or Mago Yaqi, I'm not afraid of anyone."

Mark rubbed his cheeks vigorously to encourage himself. Although his swordsmanship was not as good as those three elite lieutenant generals, those who were not as strong as elite lieutenant generals would drag the opponent into a war of attrition as long as he cheated. , that’s not to control the opponent to death

"Have you found his information?"

In a basement not far from the arena, Borg held a cigar in his left hand and looked at his kneeling men below with a calm expression.

"The other party is a rear admiral, and it is said that he is Kong's disciple."

The black-clothed intelligence agent told the information he had gathered. Borg, who was still a little relaxed, immediately turned gloomy.

"Keep him out and don't let him affect our plans."

"Yes…"

The man in black respectfully exited the secret room. Borg put out the cigar in his hand, looked at the three photos on the table, and said with some excitement.

"Fight, fight. When you decide the winner, it will be the time for me to gain my men."

"I'm so damn convinced. Is my mouth open?"

Mark cursed in his heart and looked at Maka opposite him with some helplessness. He encountered a strong enemy in the first battle between the top ten.

"Your strength is very good"

Maka looked at Mark with a flat face, and before he was happy, she heard Maka's slightly disgusted voice.

"But your swordsmanship is terrible..."

"Hmph! Then you come and try!"

Mark slowly pulled out the blood cherry and started to sense the opponent's movements. Maka pulled out his saber with a calm look on his face, and his aura suddenly changed from the gentle and elegant before to a sharp-edged one.

Like an unsheathed sword, Mark wrapped the blood cherry in the weapon color and launched an attack on Maka.

The two long knives collided in the air, and the huge force exploded with a loud noise in the air. The two long black knives splashed sparks in the air.

After a few moves, Maka showed a smile on her face and looked at Mark with a confident expression.

"Do you know why a swordsman can cut iron?"

Mark blasted away Maka with a knife and said with some displeasure, "Just fight, don't bother me with these useless things!"

Maka shook his head slightly. Mark's lack of cooperation made him very unhappy, but he was still ready to finish his sentence.

"Everything in the world has its own lines. To cut iron is to sense the lines of an object and then cut it along the lines!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Maka quickly approached Mark and slashed at Mark's neck with the long knife in his hand. Mark subconsciously raised the blood cherry to block Maka's attack.

Maka's long knife struck the blade of Xue Ying, instantly cutting it into two pieces, and then slashed at Mark's neck with undiminished power.

There was a sound of gold and iron colliding, and the long knife in Maka's hand brought a burst of sparks across Mark's hardened neck.

The two stood with their backs facing each other. Maka slowly put away the long sword and said softly, "This is Zhan Tie. Even if you are wrapped with a weapon, there will be a flaw. As long as you sense this flaw, you can cut off your weapon."

Unless you forge the weapon into a black sword, the ending will not change. Do you still think this is useless? "

Mark looked at the broken blade in his hand with some disbelief. He always thought that as long as it was wrapped with a weapon color, the weapon could be protected. He didn't expect that Zhan Tie could still play like this.

"Hey, it's interesting! Night Blade Maka, right? I remember you! I advise you to avoid walking at night in the future!"

Mark picked up the broken sword on the ground, wrote down Maka's name in his little notebook, and decided to take Shirley to the camp tonight. It's amazing how you can cut iron. I can beat you like iron!Beat you to death!