A Pirate's Counting Life

Mark took his three girls to the dock to take a look at his new warship. Looking at the 300-meter-long warship in the dock, Mark excitedly stepped forward and touched the hull.

“I’ve been waiting for a long time and finally waited until today~”

Mark excitedly hummed a tune and wandered around the interior of the warship. He looked at the oversized storage room in the cabin and nodded with satisfaction.

After signing their names on the acceptance form, the navy soldiers in the dock began to introduce seawater and let the warship float on the sea. Dozens of sailors walked on the deck to drive the warship out of the dock and to the port.

After picking up three hundred sailors from the port onto the ship, Mark stood on the bow of the ship and waved to the departing shipyard sailors. Then he pulled out the blood cherry and pointed to the sky and shouted, "Let's go! Our journey is to the stars and the sea!"

Mark was so excited that he almost shouted, "I am the man who wants to become the Pirate King." Fortunately, he reacted quickly, otherwise he would have died on the spot. He was a major general in his own headquarters shouting that he wanted to become the Pirate King on his own warship. That was not an eye-opener for Sora. What?

According to the information provided by Sora, the hurricane swordsman Doron is currently preparing to participate in the swordsman competition on the Ice Grind Finch Island in the first half of the Grand Line to compete for the title of the world's greatest swordsman.

Looking at the Swordsman Competition poster attached to the information, Mark looked at the information on it with interest.

"The world's most popular swordsmen: Ice Queen Mago Yaqi, Hurricane Swordsman Doron, Night Blade Maka"

Looking at the three people standing in a triangle, Mark's eyes lingered on Magao Yaqi for a while. A bad old man, a bald man and a hot beauty were standing together. Do you still need to choose?

As the saying goes, how can people win people's hearts if they don't have huge breasts? Mark believes that Mago Yaqi is definitely the most popular candidate for the world's greatest swordsman.

After looking at the blood cherry in his hand, Mark felt that he could have a perfect encounter, and then take the other person to his ship to be a thug. It didn't matter whether he was big or small, the main thing was that the other person was strong and could help him deal with the pirates.

"Is this the teacher? I feel like he has changed a lot."

"Yes, yes, it is much more majestic than before."

A group of people in the Hurricane Sword Hall on Philly Island in the West Sea were gathering together to discuss Duo Lung on the poster, dreaming of participating in the swordsman competition like the teacher in the future.

Through the spread of the news bird, everyone on the inhabited island knew that Bingge Finch Island was going to hold a swordsman competition. Faced with the opportunity to become famous, some cheered and others disdained.

While the warship was sailing, Mark stood on the bow and waved the blood cherry. Strictly speaking, he was not a swordsman, just a swordsman. Although he could use flying slashes, he could not cut through steel with an ordinary long sword. .

He doesn’t know if he can participate in the Swordsman Competition with his level, but this does not hinder his enthusiasm. He believes that his 40-meter-wide chop will definitely impress the judges and make the other side give it a try. If not, then he will kill a lot of them. Then replace them with another group of judges to let the other side be more open-minded.

Not everyone can resist the title of No. [-] in the world. Among the two titles of Devil Muscle Man and No. [-] in the World, Mark obviously prefers the latter.

After chopping a thousand times in a row, Mark asked someone to take out all the standard long knives in the warehouse. He felt that he had found the state.

Mark casually picked up a standard long knife and walked to a piece of steel. He took a deep breath and raised the long knife to strike hard. The long knife collided with the steel and made a dull sound. The standard long knife was blessed by Mark's incomparable power. Appearance: A gap the size of a grain of rice

Looking at the scratches on the steel, Mark waved the long knife with some dissatisfaction. He didn't stop until he cut the knife into two pieces. Looking at the two centimeter long white mark on the steel, Mark's eyes twitched and he picked up the standard long knife beside him unconvinced. The knife starts to chop

"Hot chicken and iron! I don't want to serve you anymore!"

Mark threw away the only half of the standard long knife in his hand, pulled out the bloody cherry from his waist, wrapped it with a weapon-colored knife, cut the steel into two pieces, and kicked the other into the sea.

He waved to a sailor and asked him to dispose of the broken swords. Looking at the sunset in the distance, Mark felt that he might miss out on the world's greatest swordsman.

But he felt that he could try to become the world's greatest swordsman. After looking at the beautiful figure on the poster, he felt that he could do it again.

I came to the restaurant with excitement but was told that today's meal had been eaten by Shirley. In order to ensure that the supplies on the warship could last to the next island

Mark took the lead in establishing a daily meal control system, strictly controlling the amount of meals according to each person's daily rations.

"Shouldn't my share be left in the pot?!"

Faced with Mark's accusation, the head chef shrugged helplessly and said softly, "You didn't come, so Chief Shirley asked her to help you eat your share. She was afraid that the food would deteriorate if left for a long time and affect your intestines and stomach."

"..."

Mark moved his lips to say something, but looking at the chef's innocent eyes, he swallowed his words, turned around and left the restaurant with some displeasure.

The warship traveled for half a month and finally arrived at the ice island where the swordsman competition was held. Although the island has ice in its name, it is actually an island with rugged rocks.

The great sea route is famous for its hardness. After all, not all islands can withstand the battles of swordsmen. Islands that are not hard enough have long been sunk to the bottom of the sea.

It was also for this reason that the organizer arranged the Swordsman Competition on this island and docked the warship at the port. Mark took Shirley and the three girls off the warship and headed to the registration point not far away.

Ten long queues lined up neatly on the empty ground looked like the ticket booths when I went home to buy tickets during the Spring Festival.Mark picked a team at random and waited.

"Let's go to the town first and meet on the warship in the evening."

Shirley waved to Mark and took the two girls away from the team and walked toward the town. Looking at the endless queue in front of him, Mark rolled his eyes helplessly.

These people, who were weak in his sense of sight, knowledge, and color, didn’t know how they had the courage to participate in the Swordsman Competition. Just when Mark was getting impatient, he patted his shoulder with his hand.

"Is something wrong?"

Mark turned back and growled without any trouble. The two-meter-tall man looked at Mark with disdain.

"Boy, I'm attracted to this position, get to the back quickly,"

Mark stretched out his hand to hold the other person's wrist in a funny way, and crushed the other person's wrist in the man's horrified eyes. Mark looked down at the painful man kneeling on the ground.

"Who gave you the courage to talk to me like this? Liang Jingru?"

"My lord...my lord...my lord, please forgive me for my ignorance. All this is tacitly approved by the organizer..."

The man covered his wrist with his hand and kept begging Mark for forgiveness.

"get out!"

Mark waved his hand impatiently and walked out of the queue towards the front.

"Have you understood Zangang?"

"Understood!"

"Okay, go and wait over there!"

A hot blonde woman sat behind a table and pointed behind her to signal the man who had passed the preliminary examination to come over.

After the man left, Mark walked up to the blonde woman and gently pressed his palms on the table.

"Sign up!"

The blond woman looked up at Mark with some displeasure, and pointed at the man behind Mark. Just as she was about to say something, she saw Mark pull out the blood cherry from his waist and slash a 40-meter-wide chop into the sky.

"Sir...sir, what is your surname?"

The blonde woman retracted her hand tremblingly and looked at Mark with a horrified expression, fearing that the other party would stab her.