One Piece: Transform into the Eight Great Demons!

Chambord Islands, slave arena.

This is a place where the rich and nobles enjoy themselves, but it is also a nightmare for slaves.

They were sold here by slave traders and participated in inhumane death battles.

The loser will be torn apart by wild beasts, while the winner can only wait for the next fight and then become the loser.

Such is the fate of slaves.

What flows under those shouts, money, laughter, and flowers are nothing but pools of rancid and sticky blood...

…

"Audience~~Friends! Are you ready?"

In the arena, veteran hosts stood in the stands, skillfully mobilizing the atmosphere.

"Today's game will still be narrated by your old friend, me!"

"Oooo!"

"..."

The audience responded to the host's call, and the atmosphere was unprecedentedly high.

"Next, it's the usual warm-up before the game!"

The host waved his hand to signal the staff in the venue.

Click, click, click…

As a strong man slowly pulled the iron chain, the iron gate on one side of the arena was opened, and a dozen figures walked out.

Most of them looked exhausted, even staggering when they walked, and their mental state was extremely poor.

This is also inevitable.

After all, this group of people all had "explosion collars" hanging around their necks, and their skin had even been bruised to a bloody pulp.

The so-called "slave collar" is a specially made shackle for slaves, with a bomb installed in it. As long as they find escape or disobedience, the slave traders will directly make that person's head explode.

Under such confinement, even if they were afraid, the slaves had to step into this mortal arena and become the laughing stock of the spectators.

…

"Yeah, yeah, it seems that today's challengers are not very enthusiastic, or do they need some small stimulation?"

The host laughed strangely, ignoring the slaves' terrifying eyes, and snapped his fingers towards the iron door on the other side.

"Then, let us welcome today's first 'Hunter' with the warmest applause!"

"Oh oh oh!"

"Come on, come on!"

"..."

Amid waves of cheers, the iron fence on the other side was opened.

A huge black shadow slowly walked out of it, accompanied by bursts of low roars, and the air was filled with a numbing smell of blood.

Pulled by a large number of heavy chains, a huge tiger was dragged into the arena by several strong men.

It is huge in size, more than ten meters high, and nearly twenty meters long.

There was saliva dripping from the sharp teeth, and even the corners of his mouth were stained with sticky blood.

"Everyone, this is the beast from the New World, the Batuwen Tiger!"

As stated before.

As long as all trade is profitable, someone will do it.

Capturing beasts from the New World, although dangerous, is far from the huge profits it brings!

"Roar!"

Baduwenhu roared deafeningly, causing the audience to cheer even more enthusiastically.

…

"Ruined……"

Among the slaves, a fat man in a tattered suit was covering his head, curling up as much as possible, and shivering.

"Damn pirates, they robbed my goods, that's all my wealth!"

"Why am I going bankrupt..."

"The factories, houses, and ships are all gone. In the end, I have to come here to pay off my debts..."

The fat uncle murmured, even a bit crying.

"I'm dead, I'm dead..."

"..."

The same goes for other slaves.

They were either ordinary people who were bankrupt and in trouble, or they were caught by pirates or slave traders and sold here.

In other words, the vast majority of this group of people are powerless!

Even if you can fight them, such as those unlucky pirates or caravan guards, don't forget one thing.

If this group of people could be captured by slave traders, how could they have the strength to deal with the beasts from the New World?

Therefore, they are probably dead, and they look ugly.

There won't be any struggle, and there won't be any so-called "spectability".

But the audience still likes it.

This group of people paid a lot of money to watch the game, not to enjoy the "fight", but simply to "vent"!

You have to see others suffer, you have to see others die!

Only in this way can we gain some small happiness in today's chaotic era...

…

Almost all the slaves were shivering and huddled in front of the iron gate, not daring to move in.

It is precisely because of this that the strange "someone" among them is so conspicuous.

It was a man wearing a long coat.

He was tall and burly, without a slave collar around his neck. His expression looked excited and curious, and he was looking around.

Of course such people are not uncommon.

It was probably a stupid young man who was eager to become famous and was coaxed by the arena officials into committing suicide.

…

"Okay, long wait!"

The guards all withdrew, leaving only the Baduwen Tiger and the group of slaves.

Following the host's order, the guards on the high platform untied the chains binding Badu Wenhu.

Click, click, click...

In an instant, Badu Wenhu twisted his body, twisted his huge body, tore apart the other chains on his body, and then opened his mouth suddenly.

Click!

At this moment, even the shackles restricting its huge mouth were broken.

Badu Wenhu's eyes widened, feeling the hunger in his belly, and he looked around for his food.

found it!

He locked his gaze on the group of slaves with a fierce look in his eyes.

He dug his front paws into the ground and let out low roars. He was already ready to attack and was ready to go!

…

"..."

The slaves were silent, and high pressure enveloped everyone.

I don't know who it was, but suddenly shouted: "Run!"

In an instant, Badu Wenhu and the slaves made moves at the same time.

The former rushed forward quickly, while everyone in the latter began to run away.

But in a huge arena, no matter how fast you run, where can you go?

The scene gradually descended into chaos.

Seeing this, the atmosphere in the audience became more and more lively, and the host also shouted:

"Now let us guess, after ten minutes, how many people will be alive on the field?"

"Viewers who want to place bets can start!"

"..."

…

Uh-huh!

Badu Wenhu struck the ground with a claw strike.

The ground instantly sunk into a big pit.

The two slaves were on the edge of the pit, and the Batuwen tiger's claws almost touched them.

"So...so dangerous..."

"Don't be stunned, run!"

The two slaves ran away quickly, and at the same time Baduwenhu started chasing the others again.

The target it targeted this time was the fat old man who talked the most before.

boom! boom! boom!

Baduwenhu's claws fell one after another, but the fat uncle barely dodged them.

"Hoo, ho, I'm dying..."

The fat uncle's physical strength was gradually bottoming out, and at the same time he was praying, "That tiger hasn't hit me yet, maybe I still have a chance..."

"Ha ha!"

A hearty laugh came to mind, interrupting the fat uncle's thoughts.

As he ran wildly, he looked to the side and saw that particularly conspicuous figure.

The man turned his head and waved to the fat uncle, "Hello, I am Alvin Lindsay."

The fat uncle said quickly: "Hey, I'm... wrong!"

The fat uncle reacted and yelled: "Is it time to introduce yourself now? Run for your life!"

"Ah, it's actually useless."

While jogging, Lindsay pointed at Badu Wenhu, who was chasing after the two of them, and explained:

"The nature of cats is to play with their prey. It could have killed everyone a long time ago, but now it is just playing with it."

"Don't say such terrible things with a relaxed face!"

The fat uncle almost collapsed.

He was already in extreme fear, but the words of the man beside him always made him nervous.

He didn't want to die with such an inexplicable man at the end of his life!

But while the two were talking, Batu Wenhu seemed to have finally gotten tired of playing.

He accelerated suddenly and raised his claws to slap the fat uncle to death.

At this critical moment, Lindsay grabbed the fat uncle's collar and continued running wildly with him.

Looking at the fat uncle's bloodless face, Lindsay couldn't help laughing and said: "Haha, don't be nervous, let's play for a while longer!"

Fat uncle: "..."

…

Crocodile: "..."

Crocodile: "Withdraw all my funds."

The arena owner on the side was immediately shocked. He followed Crocodile's line of sight and saw Alvin Lindsay, and then asked doubtfully: "You want to put all your money on that person?"

"It's...wrong."

Crocodile thought for a moment, then shook his head decisively and said: "Withdraw everyone, and I will think of a way."

"this……"

The arena boss was hesitant. After all, it was a win-win deal.

But facing Crocodile's increasingly elemental body, the boss could only bite the bullet and agree.

Crocodile arranged the funds, then got up and left without stopping at all.

He was going to the port to prepare the evacuation ship.

Why?

Because he had a premonition.

As much fun as Alvin Lindsay, a primitive man, is having now, how much trouble he will cause in a short while!