I reached the top of Pirates

Chapter 113 112. Fighting Champion!

"Messer, I feel like the navy is pretty good."

Walking on the street, Yamato turned his head and said this to Messer beside him.

Mercer chuckled: "If Kaido heard this, he would definitely beat you with his mace again."

Yamato rolled his eyes at Messer upon hearing this.

Moses sighed, looked into her eyes and said:
"Yamato, don't jump to conclusions about anything so quickly. Some things are one-sided. When you see more in the future, you'll naturally understand."

"But Grandpa and Kuzan are a bit different in the navy. Not everyone is like them."

"If you were out there, just because you're Kaido's daughter would be enough for the navy to label you a potential pirate.

Even though you are still a minor, there is no bounty on your head yet."

"Is that right?"

Yamato nodded thoughtfully, "It seems that I can't let others know my identity from now on."

"Yes, there's no future in being a pirate. We want to live freely in this world. How can we let the mere identity of a pirate define us?"

"Well, you're right. We want to live freely in this world. To hell with pirates and the like."

The two chatted and ate snacks bought on the roadside all the way back to the hotel.

After playing cards with Runti, Ushiwakamaru and others for a while, Messer went to bed early.

The next day.

After replenishing sufficient nutrition early in the morning, Messier entered the backstage of the arena with Yamato and Runti on time.

The host Nanta is now giving a wonderful opening speech.

The time has just arrived.

Let's welcome the two players competing in today's world-class finals: Po & Rao G!

Amidst the roar of the mountains and the sea!
Accompanied by the audience's enthusiastic shouts.

Messer and Lao G each climbed onto the fighting stage from a floating bridge.

Look around.

Messer's Observation Haki detected the auras of Garp, Kuzan and Bogart.

Look up.

On the highest wall of the spectator stand on one side, three people sat in a row. Mercer looked speechless and muttered:

"Instead of that, why not come with me? You can watch it up close with Yamato and the others."

but,

I think they can see clearly too.

At this time, looking at Messer looking around without taking him seriously at all, Lao G, who was twenty meters away, frowned slightly.

"Boy, I'm Lao G from the Don Quixote family. We..."

Mercer turned to look at him, raised his hand to stop his solicitation, or any threats, and said to him calmly:

"My goal is the Kinnikumi no Mi. If you don't want it, you can admit defeat and leave now. There's no need to say anything else."

Lao G looked at Messer and nodded. Following the host's opening remarks, he said lightly:

"This devil fruit is very important to me. I won't give up. I'm going to hit you hard. Boy, just admit defeat."

"No need to talk trash, and don't think I'll respect the elders. If you can't hold on any longer, just jump off the fighting stage."

[The finals of the world-class fighting competition officially begins now! ]

As soon as the host's passionate words fell,
Lao G growled "G" and ran away with his feet, leaving a shadow. His whole body turned into a black line and rushed towards Messer with a gust of wind.

He clenched his hands into a C-shape, or a tiger claw, and swung his arms towards Messiah at high speed.

"GGGGGG"

A series of sharp roars came out of his mouth.

As if having a hundred hands, fist shadows whizzed and bombarded Messier's whole body.

A red light flashed in his eyes.

The senses of sight and hearing circulate around the body.

Messer was like a feather, dodging constantly on the fighting stage as he attacked.

Seeing that his high-speed combo couldn't hit Messier, a sharp light flashed in Lao G's eyes. He suddenly stepped forward with his left foot, and his right leg was like a battle axe, slashing towards Messier with a sharp sound of wind.

This is a large-scale attack.

Messer anticipated his attack, suddenly bent down, raised his leg and kicked him sideways with his right foot accurately on the ankle.

Bang!
The fierce force of their feet collided with each other.

In a gust of strong wind.

Lao G did a backflip and retreated.

Moses used his left hand to support the ground and used his waist to stand up straight.

Using his own unique perspective, he sensed Lao G's Qigong boxing technique called Diong Fist.

There was a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

Moses thought to himself:

"So-called Qigong is nothing more than using a technique similar to the return of life to store the energy accumulated in one's daily life within the flesh and blood of the body, ready for emergency use."

Lao G looked at Messer with a look of disbelief in his eyes. "Another observation Haki? The same as that little girl yesterday?"

"Hey!"

With a light laugh, his breathing fluctuated, and the domineering power of Messer's feet condensed, turning into a stream of air gushing out. Whoosh! Messer's figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

A dark red flame ignited on both fists, and with high temperature and compression, it gathered at the fist tip, and he punched hard at his chest.

Rao G frowned. Another elemental attack of this kind. Very annoying. He clenched his C-shaped hand seal and swung it out with a whistling sound.

The next moment, the two fists collided at high speed.

Rumble!
Messer's dark red domineering flame exploded together with the strong wind from Lao G's punch.

A terrifying shock occurred between the two.
The two separated as soon as they touched and fell back.

Lao G's feet plowed a long track on the ground.

Moses' body was light, with wisps of breeze wrapped around his body, like a feather floating in the wind.

As soon as he landed, he touched the ground with his toes and gathered all his strength to explode.

With a crack, dense cracks appeared on the ground.

Messer's fists were filled with condensed flames, and his body quickly appeared in front of Lao G.

Figures flashed around him quickly, punching, punching, and punching.

Rao G's figure turned and he kept punching to block. The scorching heat swept over his body, and he had no choice but to let the armed color domineering in his body gather on his fists.

The dark color appeared inch by inch.

"GGGGGGG"

He kept drinking loudly.

Punches and kicks were thrown. The wind was howling.

The two of them collided with each other at high speed in a small space.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang.
You punch me and I kick you.

Block and counterattack each other.

Soon,
There were large areas of burns on Lao G's body, and dark red flames were attached to the burns.

"Kid, this is a fighting competition. Can you not use fire?"

Rao G roared in frustration, the burning pain in his body making him even more irritable.

The offensive became more fierce.

Messer calmly predicted his every attack with his Observation Haki, and didn't bother to pay any attention to what he said.

Every time Lao G swung a blow, Messer would meet it with a fist of fire.

The domineering energy condensed in the body flows through the fist, transforming into flames, compressing and accumulating. Every collision is a violent outburst of domineering flames.

Every punch and kick carries considerable power.

The two fought fiercely together.
Time passes slowly.

After one hour.

With a clang, the two men's right legs collided again, and the huge reaction force made them retreat backwards.

He was breathing slightly, his domineering aura had been greatly depleted, his body felt a little weak, and the dark red flame in his hand had gone out.

Qi runs through the whole body.

As his breathing rose and fell, Messer adjusted his state.

The same was true for Lao G on the opposite side. Because of the stickiness of Messer's flame, he had to use a lot of domineering aura to disperse the flame every time.

Extensive burns on the body.

His lips were chapped, his eyes had a scarlet sheen, and his entire being had an air of restlessness about him.

His breathing became steady, and at this moment, Messer moved his feet, and his figure appeared in front of him, with sparse black and red arcs of electricity wrapped around his fists.

Very few.

A punch was thrown. Lao G swung his fist to meet the blow, roaring, "Damn you little brat playing with fire. Die before me."

Bang! Amidst the muffled sound.

The two were instantly separated.

But then Moses rushed up again.

The sparse black and red arcs of electricity were constantly bombarding Lao G. The barely perceptible impacts of the domineering colors acted on his consciousness, and the anger was constantly aroused. It was barely perceptible, but like a thorn in the bone, it kept accumulating.

Lao G felt that he had not been able to take down a little devil for such a long time, and a surge of anger inexplicably surged in his heart.

And as time went by, his anger began to accumulate, he became more and more angry, and his offensive started slowly but became more and more manic. As the number of times their fists collided became more and more manic, he continued to growl.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

At a certain moment, Lao G suddenly knocked Messer back with a punch, stomped his feet hard on the ground, jumped up suddenly, spun his body rapidly in the air, and with a loud bang, fell heavily on the fighting stage.

The exploding rocks flew everywhere.

A stone as big as a fist flew towards Moses, who caught it with a cold expression.

A strong armed color domineering aura wrapped around it, and at the same time, the domineering aura also wrapped around it, and the black and red electric arcs wrapped around the stone.

At this moment, Lao G suddenly looked up at Moses, with a hint of scarlet in his eyes. He roared "G" and kicked the ground with both feet. Like a sharp arrow, he stretched his body straight and rushed towards Moses.

There was a red light flashing in Messier's eyes. He predicted his body movements in advance. When he just moved, he suddenly stepped back with his right foot into a lunge, pulled back with his right hand, and clenched the stone in his hand, which was rendered black and red by his domineering aura.

The moment he rushed over, he suddenly swung his right hand out. Bang! An explosion sounded, and under the terrifying force, the stone exploded the moment it hit Lao G's head.

Under the surging force, Lao G was knocked sideways by the impact of the explosion. With a move of his feet, Messer rushed over at an extremely fast speed and came behind Lao G in the blink of an eye.

The moment his left foot landed, he gathered all his strength and shot with his right foot.

Boom! The kick hit the back of Lao G's head.

Whoosh!
Along with the circular impact, Lao G's body spun, carrying a circular airflow, and was kicked away by Messer.

With his eyes slightly turned up, Lao G fell off the fighting stage with a plop and landed in the water.

Rao G appears.

failure.

Messer breathed slightly.

There was a hint of fatigue in his eyes.

At this moment, a thunderous and unisoned shout suddenly rang out from the venue.

Champion! Champion! Champion
Po! Po! Po
Fighting! Champion!!!
Like a mountain roar! Like a tsunami!
Thunderous applause!

Moses's eyes remained unchanged.

At this moment, a head with a large bump on the back of the head emerged from the water. Lao G turned around and looked at Messer with an aggrieved expression while floating in the water:

"I lost this fight, but that devil fruit is very important to me. Can you give it to me? Our Don Quixote family will give you a satisfactory reward."

"For example? Nature type? Mythical beast type? Or some other special superhuman type?"

Mercer looked at him with interest. Lao G's face was a little stiff. He couldn't promise those things casually.

There are some bottom lines that cannot be touched.

Seeing that he was silent, Moses said calmly:
"Then I'm sorry, I gave you the conditions, but you can't do it. There's no way to discuss this."

"Is there really no room for compromise?"

Mercer was too lazy to pay attention to him and turned to look at the host's seat, the country's eldest prince.

Seeing Meser looking at him, Nanta raised the corner of his mouth slightly, motioning Meser to come up. Seeing this, he arched his legs to gather strength, bang!

Like an arrow shot from a bow, Messi rushed towards the box where the South Tower was located. In the blink of an eye, he rushed dozens of meters into the air. Then he stomped his feet in the air, and with a bang, he stepped on the moon and climbed up to the location of the South Tower.

With his feet on the window of the box, Messer jumped in and looked at the young man who was about thirty years old and spoke directly:
"Champion's prize."

Nanta smiled and said, "Don't worry, contestant Abao, your championship prize is right there."

As he spoke, he pointed to an open treasure chest beside him. Inside was a moon-white devil fruit that looked like a bent arm.

"Identification"

[Paradox. Muscle Fruit (A)]

Mercer pursed his lips and smiled slightly, "Can I take it away now?"

"Please do as you please. You are the champion, and this devil fruit is already yours."

Nanta said with a smile, not caring at all about Messer's straightforward request, because this was the preferential treatment of the strong.

Being able to consistently host world-class fighting tournaments, they certainly knew that their power was insignificant to certain monsters.

Therefore, they will not do some messy things.

After all, there have been bloody lessons in the past.

The best way to deal with these powerful barbarians is to maintain a friendly attitude.

Be more straightforward.

Maybe you can also gain a powerful friend.

"Well, Mr. Po, you have won the world-class fighting championship this year. Are you interested in joining our Fisk Kingdom?
Our country can give you the title of viscount and fiefdom, and you can form your own family, and even marry into the royal family.

What do you think? "

Nanta looked at the overly young Moses in front of him, his words full of temptation.

Messer smiled and waved his hand.

"Forget about those things. I already got what I wanted. So let's meet again."

Mercer stepped forward and closed the treasure chest. After taking it, he walked out through the internal passage of the box.

Only the host Nanta was left with a helpless look on his face.

After a while, Yamato and her friend were found in the viewing area.

Yamato pinched Messer's arm curiously and asked, "Why don't you have any burn marks on your arm today? Weren't there still some after you used that flame yesterday?"

"The body has adapted, so it no longer affects it."

Messer chuckled and explained to her.

Yamato smacked his lips and put the bandage on his hand away.

Messer looked helpless.

At this time, Runti asked curiously: "Messer, is the muscle fruit in the treasure chest?"

Mercer handed the treasure chest over, Runti took it, opened it, and squeezed it in his hands.

"It looks so strange."

As he spoke, he flexed his biceps. Yamato also looked at him and asked curiously:

"It looks weird, but devil fruits are really magical."

Listening to the host Nanta outside loudly announcing the official closing declaration of this world-class fighting competition.

Mercer looked at them and said, "Then let's go too, while everyone else is still here, so we don't get crowded again."

The two of them nodded.

The three of them left.

After a while, they ran into Garp and his two companions on the street outside. Mercer said with a smile:

"Let's go up and rest for a while. A few more people will come over soon. I'll check out then and we'll leave."

Karp curled his lips but did not refuse. The group came to room 502 of the hotel. Messer poured a cup of tea for the three of them, and the six of them sat on the sofa and chatted.

Bogart looked Messer up and down in amazement. Messer looked so quiet now, without any of the wild aura he had just had on the fighting stage.

After looking at Messiah, he looked at the remaining two girls with devil horns with curiosity, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

At this time, Runti looked at Bogart and curled her lips, "Your eyes are so dirty, why do you keep staring at me?"

Phew!

Mercer couldn't help laughing, punched Runti lightly on the head, and said with a smile:

"Don't say that. Uncle Bogart is a very nice man."

Runti blinked, then looked at Bogart and apologized.

Bogart's face flushed, feeling a little embarrassed. He hadn't expected this girl to have such a strong personality.

But then he saw how well behaved he was in the hands of Moses.

There was a hint of envy in his eyes.

How come this kid is so popular with women? I’ve always been a bachelor.

Runti saw this scene and her eyes became strange.

In my mind, I marked him with the mark of a weird uncle named Moses.

As they chatted, Messier introduced Yamato to Bogart, and also introduced Runti to Garp and the other two.

After a few people get to know each other.

At this time, Moses opened the treasure chest and took the muscle fruit inside in his hand. This immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the living room. Everyone looked at him with interest, wondering what Moses was trying to do.

"The Parahuman Muscle Fruit is a very special Devil Fruit. After ingesting it, the user gains the ability to manipulate their own body at will. The body is transformed into a special muscle state. In other words, even the bones, internal organs, and brain will take on the characteristics of muscle. It is a supreme secret treasure coveted by those who specialize in physical skills."

Messer looked at everyone present, smiled, and handed the devil fruit to Garp who was sitting across the table.

"Grandpa, are you interested in it?"

(End of this chapter)