【Pirate】The daily life of being forced to become the King of the Sea

"Countdown, ten! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six! Five!..." The host excitedly stood on the rope ring to welcome the final countdown.

There was cheering outside the stadium.

This is the largest black market boxing ring in Beihai. It is also the largest entertainment venue in Beihai, with casinos, nightclubs, and even naked power and sex transactions. Anything can happen here.

As for black market boxing, the so-called "punch to the flesh, thrill of life and death" completely set off people's carnival here. People's usually suppressed emotions are completely released here.

Twelve-year-old Asanocha spent the entire summer here.

No one thinks highly of her, and no one will place a bet on her.

People also don’t know how this girl with a mask on the upper half of her face appeared in the ring.

There is no need for weaklings here, let alone brats.

The bright light shines on her face. On one side is her thin body, and on the other side is a tall and muscular man. So when she appeared on the stage, there were boos from the audience.

"Is this the fucking Mary No. 30 on the list? I thought it was tonight's entertainment! I was looking forward to it in vain!" A man in his s in the audience raised his middle finger to the stage.

"Even if you say this, you didn't place a bet for her at the beginning!" The person next to him laughed and scolded him.

"Who would place a bet on a woman? Hahahahahaha! Am I crazy?!" the man replied.

Also, when Asanocha's codename Mary No. 1 appeared on the list, people naturally imagined that this was another new entertainment activity launched by the black market boxing ring.

Think about it, a voluptuous and exposed woman is knocked down by a strong man on the stage. Rather than being knocked down, it is better to say that she is pushed. Under the watchful eyes, the few pieces of fabric will soon be peeled off.

Just thinking about it makes your blood boil.

How could they have imagined that this was a twelve-year-old brat?

What they didn't expect was that this brat was actually very flexible. Like a loach, it slipped away several times under Marcus' cruel hands.

People were very dissatisfied and stood up to boo.

"Marcus! What's wrong with you! She's just a brat! Why don't you just punch her head off!"

"Break her spine! Wasn't this your favorite thing to do before?"

"Hit her until her intestines come out!"

People were shouting in the audience that they didn't want to see martial arts performances, they just wanted to see the brutal scenes of blood types. The more brutal it is, the more exciting it is.

Marcus gritted his teeth and looked at the kid in front of him. God knows how flexible this kid is.

Although she had always been in a defensive posture, every time she launched an attack, she seemed to have predicted her movements in advance and avoided them first.

Marcus is the third-ranked man in the boxing market, with 200 fights and 190 wins.

The iron muscles on his body were obtained through hard training. He rolled his eyes, looking for the figure of this kid. His eyeballs turned vaguely red, and his whole body exuded a bloodthirsty aura.

He heard the shouts from the outside. These were his audience. After hearing their calls, he grinned. Then he attacked Asanocha like a storm.

What amazing legs and feet! Marcus' leg hit Asanocha first, and his fist came with a strong wind. Asanocha turned aside, but still didn't dodge.

The whole person flew out backwards.

After seeing the situation change, the audience cheered even louder.

Asanocha struggled to get up. Even though Marcus was very big, he moved and came to Asanocha, and hit her with a meteor-like fist.

The effective attack just now made Qian Yecha's breath confused. What happened next was a little difficult for her to deal with.

Moreover, the audience outside the stadium kept cursing her and wished her to die quickly. Such an environment left her a bit at a loss. Vicious words surrounded her all the time.

When he lost his concentration for a moment, Marcus took advantage of his weakness. He began an intensive attack.

Asanocha rolled on the ground. The fair skin on his body turned purple and blue.

The host started the countdown, "Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six!..."

The audience in the audience watched the final countdown with red eyes. As long as she didn't stand up after ten seconds, she would completely lose. After losing, I let Marcus do whatever he wanted.

Marcus looked at Qian Yecha lying on the ground with his magic ticket in hand.

Ten seconds passed, and Asanocha still didn't stand up.

Marcus turned his wrist, preparing to choose a way for the kid to die that the audience would like.

"Fufufufufufufu," the flamingo in a pink coat suddenly appeared and walked onto the ring with arrogant steps, "Arthur, you have a good man."

Asanocha got up in silence. There was still a dull pain in her chest.

As soon as Marcus saw the appearance of this man, his aura suddenly subsided. Although he couldn't see the man's eyes, when he looked over, his body couldn't help but tremble.

Marcus stood aside helplessly, looking at his sponsor Arthur.

"Joker!" Arthur turned pale with fright, quickly rubbed his hands and stood up, "I...I didn't know this was your person. Marcus, why don't you apologize to joker quickly!"

Doflamingo stood there, and no one in the entire venue dared to speak.

"It's okay. I'll take him away first." Doflamingo picked up Asano Cha with one hand and walked away.

However, Marcus was sweating all over his back. The man looked at him several times before leaving, and he instantly felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head.

in the lobby.

Doflamingo wiped Asanocha's face with a warm hand towel.

Her face was stained with blood from a nosebleed.

"Dover, it hurts..." Asano felt pain after eating tea.

Doflamingo's hand paused for a moment, and then his movements became less rough. "Why not attack?"

Asanocha squirmed in discomfort, "I...I don't like it there."

"I don't know why, but the people there make me feel terrible." The vicious words seemed to linger in my ears.

"Fufufufufu," Doflamingo threw the handkerchief into the water, "Are you scared? This is just a corner of this dirty world."

Doflamingo pinched her face and turned her head towards him. Looking at the aggrieved little face in front of him, he suddenly smiled, "Chacha, you will be my heir in the future. Don't blame me for forcing you, this world You’d better see it clearly sooner.”

"Be obedient, good child." Doflamingo put a cherry into her mouth, "This is the best training ground, with restricted area personnel coming and going, and bloodthirsty people with unfathomable strength. Here. , you will learn the most important thing in life, which is strength."

Doflamingo's fingers couldn't help but rub her tender cheek, "Metal combat is the most primitive way of attack. It doesn't rely on any weapons or any fruit abilities. I can teach you how to master the sight color and the weapon color, but Any weapons can only play a supporting role."

Asanocha was attracted by his words, "There are many ways to improve. Some people choose to develop fruit abilities, but since you chose not to eat the devil fruit-"

Doflamingo remembered that he wanted to give her a Devil Fruit before, but she refused to eat it.

"Then let's find our own way through constant fighting."

Since that conversation, the legend of a twelve-year-old girl has circulated on the black market.

No one will make fun of their own lives. As long as they lose, it means giving their lives to the other party.

Here, Asanocha learned the cruelest lesson. The hot and noisy boxing ring, the thrill of blood and flesh, and the background sounds of the audience's excitement.

Mary No. 1 has a total of 406 games and 405 wins.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five...zero." Cyrus was counting down.

The strong mental shock is the most devastating thing.

Asanocha's head fell down and his fingers moved slightly.

"I'm sorry to tell you that you are a complete loser."

Cyrus picked up the shirt on the floor and slowly buttoned it from bottom to top.

Everything is back to how it was before.

"You know? My father told me that if you don't get up for ten seconds, you will be hopeless. You will be completely finished. So since I killed all my family, in all the subsequent battles, I You only have three seconds to buffer."

"It sounds incredible, right? But I did it."

Asanocha's fingers moved.

"Asanocha, height 178cm, female. Member of CP6, currently undercover in the Whitebeard Pirates. Good at using cold weapons. Not a devil fruit person." Cyrus's cold voice read the file recorded by Asanocha.

"Starting today, this file will be destroyed."

The buttons were buttoned to the throat, Cyrus's hair was a little messy, and his whole person exuded an aura of abstinence.

He was ready to leave.

This woman is just a bug in the Intelligence Bureau. His status has always been unquestionable, and there is no need for his hands to do the finishing work.

When he kills someone, he never needs to watch the other party die with his own eyes. The other party just needs to suffer and die in place.

He turned around.

Asanocha stood there swaying, blood from his abdomen dripping on the ground.

Cyrus stared in silence for three seconds, then laughed wildly.

"Hahahahahahaha, you actually stood up, you have the nerve to stand up! Tell me, why do you stand up?!"

"Just to win you!" Asanocha kicked his shoes aside.

Cyrus seemed to have heard a big joke, his green eyes were full of madness, "Win me?! Haven't the torture just made you realize the reality?! Asanocha! You are just a stupid weakling!"

"As a member of the Intelligence Bureau, you fell in love with pirates! On the battlefield, the situation is changing rapidly, and you still dare to feel compassion. You can't protect yourself, and you still sympathize with a salted fish in the sea?!"

"I have to say, as a human being, you are so pathetic."

"A weak person has no right to stand here and talk to me. It's better to hide behind a man."

"Oh, I forgot, you can't see the sun tomorrow."

Asanocha looked at him coldly.

The shouts in the black market boxing ring can still be heard.

"You're a milk baby, you'd better go home and drink milk!"

"Show your face! Let my brother see your face!"

"Isn't this person ugly? Otherwise, why would he be wearing a mask?"

"If it lasts longer, my brother can reluctantly place a bet for you!"

"Go back! You stinky girl!"

Asanocha's eyes flashed coldly.

Cyrus kicked the dagger on the ground, "You don't even have a weapon. What can a weak person do if he loses his weapon?"

Suddenly, his eyes opened wide, as if he saw something unbelievable.

This man can still move...

Asanocha jumped two meters in front of Cyrus with a big stride, and hit him in the chest with a fierce punch.

He was hit hard and flew out.

The walls collapsed.

Now Asanocha doesn't care about attracting the attention of other people here. She only knew that the person opposite was an enemy, and he would die or she would die.

"This is a life and death certificate. After you sign it, you can go on stage." When she was twelve years old, Arthur asked her to sign a life and death certificate.

She didn't understand anything and pressed the fingerprint. Ignoring the twinkle in the other person's eyes.

She still remembers the bright lights hitting her face when she walked to the ring for the first time.

Lost? So what if you lose?

Lose one game and she will spend the remaining games winning the Grand Slam.

Cyrus stood up and dusted himself off.

The blood is burning rapidly in the body.

"Oh!"

Cyrus attacked with ferocity.

Asanocha's arms were covered in exoskeletons that squeezed her radius bones tightly. Fortunately, with the protection of the exoskeleton, she would not lose another arm.

Asanocha's face was distorted.

The exoskeleton was shattered.

"Robotic arm? Interesting." Cyrus' muscles burst his shirt.

Asanocha covered her arms and knelt on the ground.

"What are you going to do to win against me? The fruit's ability has brought my physical condition to its peak. Even better than before. Do you want to hear my data?"

"My current blowing force is 5000 kilograms. Just now, you only had 2000 blowing force, and your robotic arm was broken."

A very tricky ability indeed.

"What now? What other weapons do you have?" Cyrus peeled off the torn shirt.

Asanocha supported the floor with his hands, stood up slowly, and said softly: "No weapons are needed."

"what?"

"I said, no weapons needed. The body is the weapon."

Asanocha raised his head, the astonishing momentum made Cyrus's heart freeze.

At this moment, Asanocha had jumped in front of Cyrus, punching, palming, kicking, kneeing, impacting, all kinds of attacks in one go, without any hesitation.

There is almost no pause in between.

Completely pure hand-to-hand combat.

The most brutal form of attack. Any part of the body can be used as a weapon.

Not only that, she could actually hit him from afar. I have only seen this method from some big figures in the New World.

Fortunately, she didn't quite master the method. It did not cause a large-scale attack.

In addition to speed and strength, melee attacks also require excellent reflexes. As long as Cyrus was slow for a second, Asanocha would attack his weak point.

How can it be? This is definitely not something that can be trained through ordinary training. It requires a lot of actual combat, and the opponent must be strong.

Cyrus was surprised and swept her cheek with his fist.

Asanocha turned his head to avoid it, and the rapid attack made his brain start to get excited.

The fight between the two lasted for half an hour, and half of the building collapsed.

Cyrus grabbed her fist and stared into her light purple eyes. This woman actually caught up with him in terms of strength and speed.

Asanocha turned around and kicked, and Cyrus flew out and smashed the glass.

The glass scratched his face and blood flowed down.

He licked the blood from his palms, and just as he was about to stand up, his heart felt severe pain, and he knelt on one knee.

This is…………

Domineering domineering.

He almost lost his breath just now.

Asanocha kicked the remaining glass with her feet and walked in.

The status is now completely reversed. She is the hunter.

"This feels very unpleasant," she said sarcastically.

Cold sweat dripped down, and he raised his head and looked at Qian Yecha fiercely.

Asanocha punched him.

The tooth fell to the ground.

Cyrus was furious and just about to get up, Asanocha kicked him and he fell out again.

Cyrus spat out a mouthful of blood.

Asanocha flew over and grabbed him, slamming him against the wall.

Another round of violent attacks came, causing flesh and blood to fly.

She is the madman! Cyrus's beaten face was deformed.

Cyrus's eyeballs were bleeding, and his whole face was extremely terrifying. Not at all as graceful as before.

His body began to shake unconsciously, and he saw the shadow of another person on Asanocha's body.

His pupils contracted violently.

"Puff!" It was the sound of liquid spraying out.

Asanocha grabbed the piece of glass on the ground and quickly scratched the artery in his neck.

A lot of blood spurted out.

Asanocha let go of him.

Asanocha's eyes were like a wild beast now, and she looked down at the panicked soldiers below.

A fierce fight aroused the people of the Holy Land, but what they didn't know was that Cyrus was dead.

Bullets are flying, so it's not a good place to stay for long.

Asanocha crossed the building and lifted Albert up. Escape towards the route that you have been optimistic about before.

Shalulia Palace is still looking for Asanocha with a gun and a large number of subordinates.

Asanocha appeared on the ground.

Shalulia Palace screamed.

"Catch her for me!"

Asanocha easily dodged the bullet and went around to the back of Shalulia Palace.

The dagger was at her neck.

"If you don't want to die, get out of my way!" Asanocha shouted.

Shalulia Palace was so frightened that her face turned pale.

"Quick! Call me the general of the headquarters!"

"You bitch! You are dead! How dare you threaten me!" Even so, Shalulia Palace still said harsh words.

Asanocha's dagger penetrated another centimeter.

"Ahhhhhhhhh help me!" Shalulia Palace's voice was so loud that it hurt my ears.

Garp came anyway, followed by Lieutenant General Mole.

Garp put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked in front angrily, "What can happen? The Celestial Dragons are trouble."

Lieutenant General Mole's subordinates were talking to him in a hurry, and the subordinates were breaking out in a cold sweat.

"What's wrong?" Garp asked.

Lieutenant General Mole's face darkened, "That slave kidnapped Shalulia Palace. And..."

"Ian Sellers is dead."

"What?!" Garp was shocked, "That cp0 Cyrus?"

Vice Admiral Mole nodded.

Garp and the others hurried to the Holy Land, and Lieutenant General Mole ordered his men to surround the Holy Land.

Some manpower was also sent to protect other Tianlong people in the Holy Land.

"Lieutenant General Garp! Lieutenant General Mole! You are finally here!" The soldiers from the Holy Land finally waited for them.

"What's going on now?" Lieutenant General Mole asked.

"The vicious criminals have held Shalulia Palace hostage and are now walking towards the gate." The soldier finished quickly.

Vice Admiral Mole nodded in understanding. He has deployed his men. As soon as the criminal appears, the long-range sniper with perfect shots can kill him.

The situation of kidnapping is not unheard of. In addition to not being able to harm the hostages, it is also impossible to attract the other party's attention, so sniping is the fastest way to solve it.

Five minutes later, Asanocha appeared with Shalulia Palace hostage.

Garp was also personally in charge, and he wanted to see who was so courageous who dared to hijack the Celestial Dragons. Still brave.

"Chacha?!"

After seeing the person clearly, he held his head and shouted in shock.

"Why are you here?!"

Garp couldn't believe his eyes.

That's right, this girl, covered in blood and stained with blood, exuding the feeling of not being near strangers, is the child that Garp feels is the most reliable and reassuring among the four.

He often lamented to Warring States that it would be great if his grandson could be as worry-free as Chacha.

Chacha has been very well-behaved since he was a child and has a sweet smile. There is no way he would be associated with the cold girl in front of him.

"Let me go! Otherwise, I can't guarantee what will happen." Asanocha said viciously to Garp and the others.