Chapter 420: Martial Arts Tournament Opening, World Turmoil!

Roubo Luqi's pupils trembled violently:

"Bartholomew Kuma is dead?!"

"No, this is... an artificial Devil Fruit?!"

No one answered Roubo Luqi's doubt; only the arrogant voice of S-Long exploded in everyone's ears!

"You two defective products think you can stop me?!"

The aura surrounding S-Long suddenly soared to another level, causing even Stussy standing nearby to struggle to stand firm.

The office walls even burst open with a boom at this moment!

The power inherited from Gao Wen's bloodline erupted in its most ferocious aspect right here and now!

Whoosh—!

The wild wind howled.

The stray hair on Roubo Luqi's forehead danced wildly, yet his eyes suddenly turned sharp at this moment!

A clone of the Captain?!

Worth fighting!

Roubo Luqi shed his coat, revealing his lean upper body, instantly transforming into his Paper Art Drawing Form as black flame clouds drifted on his shoulders!

A ferocious, savage aura erupted, displaying his formidable power completely!

Even Stussy froze for a moment.

She had heard of Roubo Luqi's reputation.

The strongest monster in CP9's eight hundred years, but that was merely within CP9; the objects of reference could still be called human.

Yet the Seraphim, to some extent, had already transcended the limits of the human species!

"Rob Lucci, stop provoking that monster!"

"Once he flies into a rage, perhaps the entire Judicial Island will..."

Roar—!

A deafening dragon cry suddenly erupted from S-Long's mouth!

An inhumanly powerful aura instantly crushed Roubo Luqi's presence.

Roubo Luqi looked down to see a huge dragon-man covered entirely in pink dragon scales, with an extremely burly figure, holding a long sword!

"For real..."

Roubo Luqi recognized this ability, but precisely because he recognized it, his heart was filled with immense fear:

"Although the color is different, this is undoubtedly the same ability as Kaido's!? Zoan-type, Fish-Fish Fruit, Mythical Model: Azure Dragon Form?!"

"Correct, but there's no prize!"

While Roubo Luqi was still stunned, S-Long rushed before him with sword in hand; the extremely sharp aura made his skin feel a stinging pain even before touching his body!

Yet in his eyes, there was not a shred of cowardice:

"Don't look down on people!"

"Brat!"

The next instant.

Boom—!

Blade and fist collided in the air, causing crimson Lightning Snakes to dance wildly!

The building beneath everyone's feet could not withstand it and burst open in an instant.

Stussy and the others immediately drew back and retreated; upon landing, they looked back only to find Roubo Luqi's figure already gone...

"This is troublesome now."

"If that monster truly gets excited, we should start considering how to save our own lives."

Several days later.

A warship set sail from Judicial Island, heading toward the Sabaody Archipelago branch venue of the World Martial Arts Tournament.

When Roubo Luqi awakened, he felt pain everywhere on his body; looking down, he discovered he was almost wrapped up like a mummy.

"What is this..."

Roubo Luqi shook his groggy head, and his memories gradually became clear.

That battle lasted only an instant before he was crushed; at that moment, every bone in his body had been trembling.

"That monster..."

Recalling S-Long's madness, Roubo Luqi felt his scalp go numb.

"He inherited not only the Captain's appearance but also that invincible, formidable power."

"He is already very close to the Captain's combat power during his time in the Sabaody Archipelago two years ago."

While pondering this,

Roubo Luqi's expression was heavy, yet he felt somewhat relieved:

"According to Stussy, S-Long is a special case even among the Seraphim; his powerful strength has reached a level beyond Stussy's control."

"He even possesses a battle lust far greater than the Captain's; he is simply a born war machine!"

"Furthermore, even setting aside S-Long, the other two Seraphim possess combat power comparable to, or even surpassing, that of ordinary Warlords of the Sea; if such power could be grasped in my hands..."

Roubo Luqi's eyes flashed with light, brimming with brilliance, and his heartbeat accelerated at this moment!

"Even if exposed, I must seize the authority to control the Seraphim!"

"The most urgent task now is to reach the Martial Arts Tournament as soon as possible."

"Crack—!"

Roubo Luqi tried to stand, but the wounds on his body tore open, and blood seeped out from beneath the bandages.

"This is troublesome."

"The injuries inflicted by that monster are too severe; I won't recover in the short term. Still, that's a good thing—at least I won't have to participate in the Martial Arts Tournament and appear before the world."

"Given the special nature of the CP organization, exposure is tantamount to suicide."

"As for Xiang Keluo, Ah Jin, and the others, they are incredibly eager about this!"

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Several days later.

The seagulls of the World Economic News delivered copies of the newspaper to every corner of the globe!

Countless people were exhilarated by the news featured on the front page!

"The World's Greatest Martial Arts Tournament begins today!"

"Seven subsidiary arenas across the Four Seas, Alabasta, the Sabaody Archipelago, and the New World will commence battles simultaneously!"

"Among them, each of the Four Seas has one qualifying spot; the Sabaody Archipelago and Alabasta each have two; the New World has eight, totaling sixteen spots!"

"These are the so-called Sixteen Strongest at Sea!"

"The ultimate champion will receive a Permanent Pose Needle leading to the Final Island!"

"Obtaining the One Piece is equivalent to possessing the entire world!"

"Rumor has it that many monsters who have long remained hidden can no longer hold back and have decided to step forward and compete!"

"Someone even spotted that Haughty Red in the West Sea recently; furthermore, the Cross Guild in the New World, Kaido of the Hundred Beasts, and even that Red-Haired Man have all made their moves!"

"This time... it will be the grandest struggle since the dawn of the Great Pirate Era!"

Inside a tavern, a pirate wearing a headscarf, unable to contain his excitement, leaped onto a table, his expression thrilled to the extreme!

He was somewhat advanced in years, his face covered in scars that made him look utterly ferocious, yet also added a sense of hardship.

He turned his head and, with a grave expression, warned several eager newcomers:

"Stop indulging in wishful thinking; that is a battlefield belonging only to monsters."

"For newcomers like you, it is no different from hell; going there would make you less than cannon fodder."

A greenhorn pirate stiffened his neck, his face full of defiance:

"No matter how strong flesh and blood are, how can they stand against guns and cannons?!"

"We... might still have a chance!"

At these words, the silent young people around them immediately echoed their agreement, some even regretting that they had listened to the scar-faced pirate earlier and failed to register.

Time ticked by second after second.

Very soon.