I reached the top of Pirates

Chapter 108 107. World-class fighting competition!
After having lunch at a nice restaurant, everyone went out for a stroll on the street.

Because the fighting competition is approaching, the streets here are bustling with people coming and going, making it seem particularly lively.

"What is that Messer? It has so many colors, looks soft, and feels like it's delicious."

Messer smiled and said, "Marshmallow."

"Is it delicious?" Yamato asked curiously, "How do you eat it?"

"How do you eat it? Eat it with your mouth? Or do you want to eat it with your nose?" Runti complained on the side, then trotted over and bought nine servings in one go. After buying them, she came over and said, "Everyone has a portion. Here, give it to them."

Taking the first one given by Runti, Messer smiled at Yamato who couldn't wait any longer, and plucked a strand of pink marshmallow and handed it to her.

Yamato blinked, grinned, and bit into it. The next second, he covered his cheeks with his hands in happiness, his eyes narrowed into slits: "It's so sweet, like eating candy floss, but it tastes like peach."

As he spoke, he sniffed, opened his eyes, looked at the marshmallow that Runti handed to him, blinked, and said happily:

"Thanks, Runti. You're such a nice person."

Runti's face darkened and she laughed angrily:
"Can you please not eat what I bought?"

Yamato pretended not to hear and happily took it, pinching it and putting it into his mouth:
"Hehehe, this is given to me by you, so of course I have to accept it."

While eating marshmallows and strolling on the street, Messier noticed that He Song behind him had slowed down unconsciously and was some distance away from the crowd.

Mercer slowed down his pace, and after a few seconds, he looked up at He Song, who also turned his head to look at Mercer:

"Master Mercer, what's the matter?"

He shook his head and said calmly, "Is it because of the gazes of those people around?"

He Song was silent for a while. After a short silence, he looked at Messer in confusion:
"Lord Mercer, can you tell me? I don't understand why, despite sharing the same blood, murlocs are discriminated against, excluded, and even killed."

"Because of fear and the unknown. Fear comes from the unknown and one's own weakness. The merfolk are naturally stronger than ordinary humans. Coupled with their strange appearance and living in the deep sea, people are always afraid of things they cannot resist."

"Not only that, there are a series of factors that influence it, which are hard to explain in a short time. However, you just need to remember one thing: you are not Pele, so why do you need others to like you? Just live your life happily.

If you are too concerned about other people's preferences, your life will only become more and more tiring."

"You should look around you more often. There will always be someone who likes you."

He Song was stunned. There were too many discriminatory and disgusted looks cast at him along the way.

This made him think of the time when he and his mother accidentally drifted to Wano Country when he was a child. He was discriminated against and driven away by the villagers, throwing stones at them. His mother was also seriously injured and died at that time.

Because he looks like the legendary monster Kappa in Wano Country, his mother asked him to call himself Kappa before her death so that he could integrate into Wano Country.

It is also a form of self-protection.

Human discrimination against murlocs can be fatal.

"You are so gentle, just like Lord Oden back then. You didn't care about my identity, but saved me, took me in, and even gave me food."

Moses shook his head and smiled:

"Gentle? I'm not gentle. I just don't hate you, but that's all."

"Don't you hate it?"

He Song laughed:

"That means you don't discriminate against me. That's good enough. I'm very happy."

Mercer smiled and said, "If you're happy, hurry up and catch up. Why are you a grown man dawdling?"

Moses caught up with the people in front in just a few steps.

Kawamatsu also caught up, looking at Hiyori who was happily playing with everyone in front, with a slight smile on his face, he whispered to himself:

"It would be nice if I could always follow Master Mercer, but it's a pity!"

Along the way, we ate various snacks and played various interesting things.

Everyone who had just arrived seemed extremely excited. The various kinds of food, the various races that had come because of the world-class competition, opened their eyes.

"Have you heard? The royal family has put a lot of effort into this world-class fighting competition."

"How to say?"

"You all know that in every world-class fighting competition, the royal family of this country will prepare an extremely generous reward for the fighting champion.

Sometimes it's hundreds of millions of Baileys, sometimes it's rare treasures, and sometimes even knighthood and nobility. But this time, guess what kind of reward the royal family will give?"

"What? Tell me now?"

"Tell me quickly, what did you find out?"

"Hehehe, since you guys want to know so badly, I'll tell you, reluctantly. The reward for this world-class fighting championship is that legendary thing!"

"Ahem, don't look at me so fiercely. I said it's not possible yet. It's a legendary devil fruit that will give you all kinds of magical powers once you eat it.

It is a legendary great treasure."

“Hiss~” “Hiss~” “Hiss~”

There was a sound of sucking air conditioners. After a long while, a man said with great envy:

"I see. I remember the championship prize fifteen years ago was a devil fruit. I didn't expect to see it again fifteen years later.

The royal family is spending big again this time. The royal family of this country is really rich.”

"Tsk, you're being too narrow-minded. Do you know how much profit every world-class fighting tournament brings to the country? Just the arena tickets alone can make them a fortune, not to mention the terrifying economic benefits that the huge influx of outsiders brings to the country."

"Tsk, that's right. They only need to take out a little soup from their mouths. As expected, those noble lords are smart."

An open-air bar.

Moses and his people sat around a round table.

At this time, I heard a few people at the next table chatting.

Moses looked thoughtfully at the conversations and behaviors of these people, thinking:
It must be a shill.

I came out specifically for publicity.

Along the way, I have seen no less than ten groups of people promoting this kind of thing.

Maybe not all of them, but most of them are.

At this time, Yamato looked at Messer with shining eyes, "A world-class fighting competition? A fighting champion? Messer, let's participate too."

Looking at the excitement on Yamato and the others' faces.

Mercer smiled and said, "Sure. I'm also very interested in the championship prize."

"But since this is a fighting competition, the rules shouldn't allow the use of weapons. Can you handle it?"

"Hehe~" Yamato clenched his fists and made a big arm arching motion, a bunch of muscles bulged, and his mouth curled up a little arc: "I am very strong."

As he spoke, Bang Bang patted his chest, which was already undulating, and grinned with a smug smile:

"My fists are thirsty."

Messer smiled. Yamato did have the air of a hot-blooded idiot. He looked at the rest of them and asked, "What about you? Is there anyone who wants to join?"

"A world-class fighting competition is held every five years, so this opportunity is rare."

Upon hearing this, Runti was the first to raise her hand and said with a smile, "I'm not very talented, but I want to try too." Ushiwakamaru shook his head and said, "I'm a swordsman. Without my sword, my strength will be greatly reduced, so I won't participate."

"Okay, I'll teach you how to fight with bare hands later. You don't even know the swordless style, it seems your training is not enough."

Kawamatsu then asked curiously, "A fighting tournament? How does it compare to sumo?"

"It's pretty much the same thing. It's all about fistfights in the same arena, but it should be indiscriminate, a matter of life and death."

"Then I won't participate. Lord Messer, you guys go have fun. I'll watch your performance from the stands. By the way, I can also protect Lord Hiyori and the others."

"Okay, let's go sign up now."

After saying this, Moses and they stood up and walked towards the second tallest circular building in the city in the distance to the north.

The tallest one is naturally the royal castle.

In this world, the royal family of every country will build their residence at the highest point in the center of the country.

Soon, they arrived at the gate of the world's first arena called Fisk.

There were more than a dozen registration points not far from the entrance, and there was a long queue at each registration point.

Mercer, Yamato, and Runti found a place and started queuing, while the rest of Ushiwakamaru and the others were waiting in a garden not far away.

Soon, the number of people in front of him dwindled, and it was Moses' turn. The staff member who recorded the registration was a pretty woman.

At this moment, looking at Messer's young face, a standard professional smile appeared on the corner of her mouth:
"Are you here to participate in a fighting tournament? Sorry, there's an age limit for world-class fighting tournaments. Those under the age of fifteen cannot participate."

"That's unfortunate. I'm exactly sixteen years old. I just look young."

The staff member's expression remained unchanged, he just smiled and nodded: "I'm sorry, I've neglected my duty. Since you are of the right age, I will process the entry procedures for you now.

Let me explain in advance that this World Fighting Tournament begins at 9:00 AM on August 1st. There are still a few days to go, so you need to arrive at the venue two hours early for sign-in and match assignment, no later than 8:30 AM. Latecomers will be considered forfeit, so please be prepared."

"I'll register you now. What's your name? Gender? Age? Place of origin?"

"Dabao, male, 16, Beihai."

"Okay, please wait a moment. I'll take a picture of you now. The picture will be pasted on your entry card."

Click! A sound.

The staff member took a photo of Messer with a Den Den Mushi, and then a one-inch photo of Messer was ejected from a device nearby.

Glue the photo to the side of the entry card where the information is recorded.

"Okay, here is your entry card, please keep it safe. We cannot reissue it here.

Also, with your entry card, you can go to the front ticket office over there and buy three front-row tickets for the tournament at half price, or get regular seats in the back at 70% off."

As he spoke, he pressed a seal heavily on a palm-sized special card that recorded Moses' information.

The entry card features an anti-counterfeiting pattern consisting of two muscular arms colliding with each other.

"Please keep this. Also, this is the competition rules manual. Please take a look at it when you have time. If you break the rules, you will be disqualified."

Messer reached out and took the entry card and the thin rule book.

Then made way.

In less than five minutes, seeing Yamato get his entry card and manual very smoothly, Messer smiled.

Then he looked at Runti with a strange expression. She was less than nine years old and only 1.2 meters tall. At this moment, she was rejected by the staff with a look of exasperation on her face.

"I'm sorry, little sister, I don't think you're too old to handle this. I hope you won't make it difficult for me."

Seeing this, Messier had no choice but to step forward and hold Runti's head, explaining to the staff:
"Sorry, we're actually from the same tribe. She's from the Dwarf Tribe. Don't be fooled by her youthful appearance. She's actually fifteen years old and can participate in the competition."

The staff member looked at Messer, who was obviously not sixteen years old, with a subtle expression. The corners of his mouth twitched, but he finally agreed. It was hard to persuade the damned ghost with kind words, but out of kindness he still said one more sentence:

"If you feel you can't win, you can jump off the competition venue and it will be considered as a forfeit."

Messer smiled and nodded, and left with the depressed Runti and the smirking Yamato, since Yamato was the tallest of the three.

As soon as the three of them came to Xiong Bao and the others, they were surrounded and started chattering.

Hiyori curiously took the entry card and rule booklet from Messer, opened the booklet and read out:

"World Class Fighting Tournament Rules."

"1. Participants may only fight on the fighting stage at the competition venue. If they leave the fighting stage, they will be disqualified."

"2. Only hand-to-hand combat is permitted in the World Fighting Tournament. Protective gear and small weapons such as brass knuckles and boxing gloves are permitted, but sharp objects are not permitted. Knives, swords, firearms, and other similar weapons are not permitted. Violators will be deemed to have forfeited."

"3. Sign a life and death agreement before participating in the competition. Your life and death have no bearing on the organizers of this world-class competition."

"I hope all contestants from around the world will carefully read the above three points. Finally, I wish you all victory. Whether it is wealth, fame, or power, only the winner can possess it.

We wish you all the best in winning the championship in this world-class fighting competition."

Hiyori read the rules in a clear and emotional voice. After finishing, her mouth puffed up:
"That last sentence is clearly meant to stir up trouble. The battle will surely be brutal, right?"

"If it's not brutal and exciting, how can the organizers make money?"

Mercer chuckled and said, "Besides, no one is forcing us to participate. We are just ordinary people who are interested in the championship prize and fame.

Some people love money, some want fame, and some may simply enjoy the thrill of fistfighting.

"Let's go buy you tickets first."

"That's really shameless! Shouldn't the families of the contestants be given a few free tickets?"

Peggy Wan whispered at this time, and Mercer laughed when he heard it:
"A front-row ticket costs at least 500,000 Baileys. How could they be given away for free?"

After a while, Messer walked out of the ticket hall with six front-row tickets at the ticket office.

Gave each of them one.

"Master Mercer, your competition isn't until a few days. What are we going to do now? Do you want to help Yamato and Runti with special training in advance?"

At this time, He Song asked, as for why he didn't mention Moses, it was of course because he didn't need it.

Mercer smiled and said, "We still have a few days left, so we need to get ready. Let's go buy some 'equipment' for Runti first. Let's give her some self-defense skills."

Because Runti has the ability to absorb fruits, Messier agreed to let her participate in the competition. Otherwise, with her small body, Messier would really not be at ease.

Glancing at Runti.

Strength rating: E+
With the ability to absorb fruits, she can be turned into a big meat dump by relying on some strong substances. We don't ask her to make it to the finals. The key is to participate. Just treat it as accumulating combat experience in advance.

A moment later, in a famous jewelry store.

Come to the counter.

Moses looked at the jewelry inside.

First look.

Messer chose a pair of silver-white diamond earrings, which were small and exquisite, and also the best quality among this batch of jewelry.

The frequency fluctuations emitted are the strongest.

The purity is very good.

(End of this chapter)