Chapter 131: I Don't Have a Smaller Knife Than This x3

Zefa believed this from the bottom of his heart.

He looked coldly at a bounty poster pasted on the deck and said:

"Starting with you, I will end all evil in this world!"

A few hours later.

The sun in the port gradually set behind Luoshan.

The crimson afterglow fell upon the sea surface, dyeing the entire ocean red, as if it were flowing with blood.

Wooo!

After several consecutive whistle blasts, several warships slowly sailed out of the port, speeding toward the location of Crow Port.

The sun set behind the western hills.

In the Crow Arena, the brawl in the South Zone had already produced a result.

The Cat Brothers, Jabra, Van Augur, and Nami, working together, were also crushed by Onigumo and the Destruction Fist Eddy.

Although they had undergone two months of special training and their strength had grown considerably compared to the past, there was still a clear gap between them and these two.

Fortunately, no one suffered severe injuries.

Even the Cat Brothers, who were struck directly by Eddy's Destruction Fist, merely lost consciousness due to their Zoan-type thick skin and tough flesh.

However.

The crowd in the stands finally got the grand brawl they had been waiting for.

The cheers at the scene never stopped for a single moment from the start to the end of the South Zone battle.

Jango stood on the host platform, watching the countless audience members cheering and jumping with joy, yet a strange sense of satisfaction also rose within him.

Even if he was unwilling to admit it, he realized a fact: he seemed to truly like the feeling of applause and laughter.

"Now I announce!"

"The winners of the South Zone arena are..."

"Destruction Fist - Eddy!"

"Gentleman - Onigumo!"

Thunderous applause filled the entire venue; the two on the field exchanged a glance, then turned and walked down from the arena.

After that came the familiar warm-up segment.

By the time the arena was cleared, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.

The final preliminary match, the North Zone preliminary, was held as scheduled.

From the start of the martial arts tournament at noon until now, more than half a day had passed, yet the crowd in the stands showed no sign of leaving.

This was because, from the opening until now, this martial arts tournament had brought them far too many surprises.

"From the Human Ghost Jhin to the Hundred-Plans Xiang Keluo, the side the East Blue has shown is far more formidable than our impression of it."

"That's right."

"Although the Cat Brothers and that Van Augur were defeated, they still displayed a level beyond imagination; in other competitions, they would have been qualified to challenge for the championship, yet here they couldn't even pass the preliminaries."

"As for the final match today, what level it will be, I am increasingly looking forward to it!"

"Wooooo—!"

Below.

The gate of the North Zone gradually opened.

The hinges lowered.

Nearly a hundred competitors rubbed their fists and palms, all setting their sights on the two qualification spots, with a strong atmosphere of hostility between them.

Zoro mingled in the crowd, gradually walking onto the arena; he gripped the dagger in his hand tightly, yet his gaze scanned the surroundings, searching for a suitable opponent.

"Green-Head, did you take the wrong medicine?!"

Sanji frowned at Zoro, not understanding what medicine he was selling in his gourd.

"The matters of us swordsmen, you will not understand!"

Zoro pouted, completely ignoring him.

Quickly.

He noticed several people who looked like swordsmen; his eyes immediately began to sparkle, and even the hand holding the dagger trembled.

The crowd gathered, facing each other, waiting only for Jango's command to start a brawl and compete for the final two advancement spots.

At the same time.

Mihawk, who had already returned to Kuraigana Island, sat in the castle, watching the live broadcast of the martial arts tournament via a Den Den Mushi video call.

He had not the slightest interest in a bunch of noobs fighting each other.

Following the martial arts tournament was also to see how much the two seeds he was expecting had grown.

However, seeing as Gao Wen's shadow had not appeared until now, Mihawk could not help but feel somewhat disappointed.

But upon thinking carefully, he could understand Gao Wen.

After all, given the level displayed by these competitors now, even the combat power Gao Wen displayed when he fought me back then would have been a slaughter if put in here.

Moreover, that was already a few months ago.

Thinking thus.

Mihawk naturally turned his attention to Zoro; watching Zoro in the crowd, he could not help but begin to look forward to it.

"A man who faces death just to win the fight—what kind of surprise will he bring me here?!"

"Do not disappoint me."

"Roronoa!"

……

"The fight begins!"

Jango let out a hysterical roar, unleashing a passion he had never shown before.

Instantly, the audience present boiled over.

"I want to see rivers of blood!"

"Only the strongest can win the fight; all of you, fight!"

"Only blood and swords are the romance of men!"

……

In the stands, ghosts wailed and wolves howled; everyone's emotions were instantly ignited. Even Hawk-Eyes, sitting in the castle, reached the peak of expectation at this moment.

On the arena.

Zoro stood calmly in the center, his expression indifferent, his posture arrogant, looking exactly like Gao Wen once did, waiting for challengers to arrive.

Soon.

A swordsman walked before Zoro, gripping his sword with both hands, and said solemnly:

"Draw your blade!"

"I'm sorry." Zoro squinted and blinked, slowly drawing the dagger at his waist, his tone thick with mockery:

"I have no knife smaller than this~"

"……"

"You are insulting me!"

The swordsman's face instantly turned red; losing his reason, he swung his sword repeatedly at Zoro, only to have every strike blocked by the dagger in the latter's hand.

"Between you and me lies an uncrossable chasm!"

Zoro sighed, then kicked him off the arena with a single foot.

He looked down at the dagger in his hand and finally understood why Gao Wen and Hawk-Eyes had both used this method to defeat their opponents back then.

Awesome!

So damn awesome!

Immediately, a miraculous scene appeared on the arena.

Zoro, with great flair, repelled all challengers with his dagger, and did not forget to add:

I have no knife smaller than this!

As swordsman after swordsman was defeated by him in this manner, even the audience on the sidelines could no longer bear it.

"Too arrogant! This brat is too arrogant!"

"I have never seen such a shameless person!"

!

"I can't take it anymore! If it weren't for the restriction that spectators cannot enter the match, I would have gone up and kicked his ass!"

One spectator cursed loudly, unable to stand Zoro's antics, feeling his blood pressure spike.

He turned his head and only then realized.

His companion beside him had already gone to ask the venue staff whether they could enter the field temporarily.

For no other reason than to kick that arrogant brat down!

Soon.

The situation on the field changed.

Where could a group of hot-tempered arena fighters tolerate Zoro's actions? They joined hands on the spot and attacked him.

Among the crowd were skilled fighters like Brookly, and with their coordination, even Zoro was forced to retreat repeatedly for a time, and there were even a few moments when he was nearly driven off the arena.

Sanji stood aside, almost laughing himself into a spasm.

"Green-head, you…"

"Hahahaha~"

In the next instant, his attention was drawn to several bright figures in the crowd; he turned his head and immediately started drooling.

Inside the castle.

Hawk-Eyes watched Zoro jumping up and down in the image, his mouth twitching uncontrollably, even beginning to doubt whether he had mistaken the person.

The key is that I ran tens of thousands of li to the East Blue to teach you a lesson, yet you learned nothing else; this matter, you picked up instantly.

For a moment.

The more Hawk-Eyes thought about it, the angrier he became.

But just then, the Den Den Mushi at his side rang with an urgent sound.

"Buru-buru——!"

Hawk-Eyes picked it up casually; before he could speak, exaggerated laughter from Red Hair came through the other end of the line.

"Hahahaha——!"

"Mihawk, I have confirmed it now: that green-head was absolutely trained by you!"

"Exactly like your former self~"

"I'm sorry, I have no smaller knife in my hand~"

Click—!

Hawk Eyes hung up the phone directly, casually turned off the projection Den Den Mushi as well, only to switch it back on a few minutes later.

Watching Zoro, who was being chased and jumping up and down, his face instantly turned green.

In the arena.

Facing the pursuit and interception of the crowd, Zoro dodged their attacks with agility, yet his gaze gradually sharpened:

"It's about time to get a little serious!"

Clack!

He bit down on Wado Ichimonji, held two swords with both hands, reversed his declining momentum, and charged violently toward the approaching crowd...

"Three Sword Style: Hundred Eight Troubles Wind!"

Boom!

The blades turned with him, countless airborne slashes flying from his hands, tangling with each other like a tornado.

It blew away a group of fighters from afar; the blade light left streaks of blood on their bodies, rendering them completely unconscious. Like dumplings being dropped into a pot, they fell into the surrounding pools.

Plop!

Plop!

Plop!

The sounds of splashing water continued without cease.

The man in the stands, who had just been eager to teach Zoro a lesson, watched this scene, his face turning deathly pale.

"Mr., do you still intend to go?!"

The guard urged:

"It is still not too late."

"Forget it, I suddenly feel a bit of pain in my waist; I'll let him off this time!"

Having said that.

This person, enduring the guard's disdainful gaze, forced his way back; as expected, he provoked the mockery of the surrounding friends.

Watching this scene, Hawk Eyes' inner anger dissipated considerably.

"Hmm, there is still some growth; although it's a bit skewed in certain places, the general direction—!"

Before he could finish speaking, that familiar voice reached his ears again.

"Sorry, I don't have a smaller knife on hand~"

Hawk Eyes looked up and saw Zoro, facing the challenger, pull out the dagger from his waist again, revealing an expression that looked seven-tenths like his own.

"..."

In the arena.

After Zoro's great disturbance, fewer than ten people remained standing in the arena; even the woman Sanji had been longing for fell into the water during the battle just now and was directly eliminated.

Looking at the figures in the pool, Sanji immediately ignited with rage:

"Green Hair, you are too much! How can you be so rough with women?!"

"Hah?!"

Zoro turned his head and saw a black leg ignited with crimson flames shooting fiercely toward him.

"Diable Jambe!"

The momentum Sanji exploded with in an instant was no weaker than Zoro's strike just now.

The black leg, red from the high temperature, made the very air seem exceptionally hot at this moment!

"Just in time!"

A sinister smile curled Zoro's lips:

"Let me see whose martial arts are stronger, yours or my swordsmanship!"

Saying this.

Zoro aligned the two swords in his hands, crossing them with the long sword in his mouth, assuming a stance like tiger fangs:

"Three Sword Style: Tiger Hunt!"

(End of this chapter)