How can I become the Pirate King if you don’t work hard?.

Chapter 394 The World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament!

The sound fell to the ground.

Sentomaru had already broken through the window and jumped off the city hall. In a few breaths, he disappeared into the streets and alleys of Camelot.

Only Kuro stared at the spot where Sentomaru had disappeared, a thoughtful expression on his face:

"That phrase 'blood is hot' sounds familiar to me. Did you say it to Smoker?"

Gawain's expression froze:
"You heard wrong."

"Absolutely!"

Kro sneered:

"So, feelings are wholesale, right?"

Gao Wen delivered a triple denial:

"I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!"

"Ah."

Kro sneered, glancing sideways at Gawain with an expression that said, "You're kidding me."

As the one who has followed Gawain the longest and knows him best.

He has lost his initial innocence.

Now, whenever I recall the words I uttered in the East China Sea when I was hot-blooded and questioned Gao Wen, I feel a blush creep up my face.

That bastard must have been secretly laughing back then!
You're really something, you little brat!

He didn't believe a single punctuation mark in what Gao Wen was saying at that moment.

but.

Kro did not intend to dwell on the matter any further. Instead, he looked down at the Hades design drawings on Gawain's desk and fell into deep thought.

After a long time.

Kro spoke:

"If what Sentomaru said is true, without an energy supply, even if we create Hades, it won't make much of a difference."

"To counter that ancient weapon in the hands of the World Government, perhaps we need to find another way."

Gao Wen's expression was equally grave:

"The construction of Hades will proceed according to the original plan for now. We'll decide whether to abandon it after we meet Vegapunk."

"As for countering that ancient weapon in the hands of the World Government, perhaps there are other ways."

Gao Wen lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on his palm.

Now he is at the level of a general, almost at the end of his career. Even looking back at history, there are only a handful of people who can rival him.

Eight hundred years ago, Joy Boy was one, and Im was one.

The rest, even Lox, who had a record of killing a general, were not worthy of Gawain's attention.

But this is already his limit, or rather, the limit of human beings as a species.

To go further, simply relying on harvesting experience is no longer enough.

What Gao Wen needs is a qualitative change, a complete breaking of the boundary between humans and gods, reaching the mythical level with the highest system rating. Only then might he be qualified to directly withstand the Heavenly King's attack.

To get to that point, Gao Wen needs a worthy opponent.

Only by fighting at the peak and tempering one's beliefs through battle can one have the opportunity to go further.

"Since there is no one on the high seas who can rival me, then..."

in a moment.

Gawain had already made up his mind. He turned to look at Kro and asked:
"How are the preparations for the third martial arts tournament going?!"

Kro paused, immediately understanding Gawain's plan:

"You intend to use the martial arts tournament to pit countless powerful individuals against each other, allowing them to hone their skills and ultimately find someone who can rival you?!"

"And through this... to take that step?!"

"Excuse my bluntness, but this is a bit too risky."

"Even if we can't create Pluto, with our capabilities, we can do anything Zephyr can do."

"Infiltrating Mary Geoise and dropping a few Power Rocks shouldn't be too much of a problem."

Gawain shook his head:

"It doesn't make any sense."

"You've seen the result for Zefa."

"It serves no purpose other than to provoke Mary Geoise and make her more wary."

"The Heavenly King still hangs like the Sword of Damocles over the heads of everyone in this ocean."

"If I can take that step, I will be qualified to face ancient weapons head-on."

"In other words, if I cannot create ancient weapons, then I will become an existence comparable to them!"

Can a human body be compared to ancient weapons?

is it possible?
Kro opened his mouth.

What appeared before my eyes was only the scene of countless beams of light descending from the sky and wiping out half of Britannias.

Such power is no different from that of the legendary gods.

If anyone else had said that, Kro would have thought he was crazy.

But it was Gao Wen who said these words.

This is the strongest existence in history, having defeated countless powerful enemies along the way!

Kro swallowed hard:
How confident are you?!

"You have to do it to know the answer to this kind of thing."

Gao Wen shook his head, turned his back, looked out the window, and sighed:
"Besides, standing at the top, without any rivals, is really lonely."

call--!
The sea breeze blew in, lifting the curtains and also blowing the cloak on Gawain's shoulders, giving him the air of a lonely master.

"..."

Seeing this, Kro's lips twitched involuntarily, but he couldn't find the words to refute her.

After all, what Gawain said was true.

In this era, apart from Im, who is hiding behind Mary Geoise, there is no other sea that can rival it.

I really want to stab this pretentious jerk to death!

Kro couldn't help but complain in his heart.

But what he himself didn't realize was that he was also hoping that Gawain would take that step.

That step beyond human capabilities.

"I see."

"but."

"You want to lure in those promising seeds; we don't have that much bait in our hands."

Gao Wen already had a goal in mind for this:

"Is the permanent pointer pointing to the final island enough?!"

"That kind of thing really exists?!"

Kro's expression changed drastically.

If what Gawain said is true, then the entire world will be shocked. Even the Four Emperors of the New World, and even the Admirals of the Marine Headquarters, will be unable to sit still.

That's a one-piece dress!
The One Piece, which embodies the ambitions of almost every pirate in this era!
No pirate would be unmoved by something like this.

"But if such a thing really exists, why don't we go find it ourselves?!"

"Once we get our hands on it, of course we'll have to go find it ourselves."

Gawain nodded:
"But that doesn't stop us from using it for fishing later, even if those monsters guess that we may have reached the final island, or even witnessed the true face of One Piece."

"Even the slightest bit of luck in one's heart cannot overcome it."

Kro nodded:
"Where is that thing?!"

"In Barrett's hands!"

……

…… ……

at the same time.

New world.

A port.

Two weeks ago, Buena Festa took over the bar, and now he runs it very successfully. In just two weeks, the profits he has generated have already exceeded the total of the past few years.

Today, the name "festival promoter" is known throughout almost the entire port.

But at this moment, Buena Festa couldn't care less about anything else; his eyes were fixed on the man across the table.

An incredibly striking man.

An exceptionally tall and strong physique, a cold and hard expression like steel, and eyes that could make ordinary people tremble with just a glance...

no doubt!

This is an absolutely ruthless person!
Even though it was only their first meeting, Buena Festa was absolutely certain that the man before him was a terrifying monster unlike any other in the entire ocean.

It's enough to rival the Emperor of the Sea!
"Douglas Barrett!"

Buena Festa slowly uttered the name of the person before him.

He had a premonition.

Barrett was the one he had been waiting for all along, and this moment marked a turning point in his destiny.

But what surprised him even more was that Barrett should be in Impel Down at this moment.

"Imperial City is in trouble? Someone took advantage of the chaos to attack it, so... you were able to escape?!"

Barrett's eyes flickered slightly as he lowered his gaze to look at Buena Festa.

Simply by recognizing his own identity, he was able to roughly deduce what had happened; this insight far surpasses that of ordinary people.

Before Barrett could speak, Buena Festa leaped onto the table, his expression one of extreme excitement:
“I have reviewed your background.”

"In your youth, you were a soldier in a country in the New World, active on the battlefield, but were ultimately betrayed by your superiors."

"In a fit of rage, you killed your superiors along with all your traitors, then fled to the sea and became a hot newcomer with your powerful combat strength."

"It was around that time that the name of the Devil's Heir began to spread across the seas."

"When you reappeared a few years later, you had become a member of Roger's Pirates, and there were even rumors that you were already strong enough to fight Rayleigh to a standstill."

"In the years that followed, you served as one of Roger's main combat forces, active on the high seas."

"But the good times didn't last long. A few years later, you left Roger's crew again. Shortly after that, Roger's crew arrived at the final island and disbanded on the spot. Roger surrendered to the Navy and said those words that shocked the world on the execution platform."

"If my speculation is correct..."

Buena Festa looked up at Barrett, his eyes seemingly seeing right through the man before him:
"At that time, Roger might have already died for some reason!"

boom--!
Barrett put down his glass, his eyes already filled with murderous intent:
"Tell me your purpose."

"If you can't satisfy me, then spare your life."

An invisible sense of oppression began to rise in the air, the heavy, domineering color like an abyss, frantically squeezing everything around it, as if it wanted to take over everything.

Cracks appeared on the ground all around, and countless drinkers immediately lost consciousness.

Buena Festa, who was located at the very center, had bloodshot eyes and his blood vessels were starting to burst.

But the more he felt the power of the person before him, the more excited he became.

Only this kind of existence is enough to help me surpass that man!

Buena Festa managed to stand up straight and look directly at Barrett:
"The reason you left the Roger Pirates back then was because Roger no longer had the power to suppress you, right?!"

"In other words, Roger at that time was no longer the goal you were pursuing!"

"What you're chasing isn't Roger, who's terminally ill and has lost his claws, but the Pirate King who stands at the pinnacle!"

"We have the same goal!"

"That guy is someone I absolutely must surpass!"

"The Great Pirate Era he single-handedly created can be called the greatest celebration in history, and me..."

"I will surpass the Pirate King!"

"Let's join forces!"

"Use my mind, and your strength!"

Buena Festa stretched out his right hand, which was suspended in mid-air.

When Barrett looked down at him, he realized that the man had already lost consciousness.

Even so, Buena Festa remained standing, still with her hand outstretched.

"Not bad will."

The omnipresent pressure suddenly dissipated, and countless patrons, regaining their senses, scattered and fled, fearing that staying even a second longer would mean certain death.

However, Rett didn't glance at them once from beginning to end; his gaze remained fixed on Buena Festa.

"interesting!"

Barrett reached out and shook Buena Festa's hand.

It was at this very moment.

For the first time since leaving Roger's Pirates twenty years ago, he had someone he could call a comrade.

……

When Buena Festa awoke, he found himself still in the bar, with Barrett still sitting opposite him.

"you……"

"Tell me your plan."

Buena Festa paused for a moment, then quickly recovered and exclaimed with delight:
"it is good!"

Ignoring his injuries, he stood on the chair, his gaze barely level with Barrett's.

"You want to become the strongest in the world, but what I want to pursue is to create the grandest celebration in the world!"

"And there is only one entity that can unite the two things in everything!"

As he spoke, Buena Festa jumped off the chair, limped, and walked toward the blackboard by the bar.

After casually erasing the contents of the blackboard, he wrote a name:
"The World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament".

boom!
Buena Festa slammed his hand on the blackboard:

"This is it!"

"Gathering all the world's strongest contenders to compete for supremacy, ultimately determining the strongest of this era, there is no grander celebration than this!"

"And you..."

Buena Festa pointed at Barrett:
"By defeating all the strong and reaching the top, you can become the strongest of this era."

Barrett's eyes lit up slightly:
"So our first step is to take control of the martial arts tournament?!"

"what!"

Buena Festa nodded:
"And next comes the second step, which is also the most important step."

"A prize that will shake the entire world!"

"My original plan was to use this as a prize..."

Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Buena Festa turned around, rushed to the safe in the back of the bar, took out a strangely shaped fruit, and placed it on the table.

"This is……"

Barrett was slightly taken aback, and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

"Paramecia-type - Float-Float Fruit!"

Buena Festa spoke, uttering the name of the fruit, a hint of reluctance still lingering in his eyes:

"It was originally the power of the great pirate Shiki the Golden Lion. I obtained it shortly after the great battle in Water 7 two thousand years ago."

"But I haven't eaten anything until now; I've been waiting for this moment!"

"He will be the prize..."

"not enough!"

Barrett shook his head:
"This thing can only attract certain people who crave power, but it cannot attract those powerful villains who stand at the top of the pyramid."

"I have something more suitable here!"

(End of this chapter)