One Piece: The World King Who Emerged from the White Town

Countless spectators flooded into the top floor of the Sky Arena, the 251st floor.

The arena and stands resembled those of the ancient Roman Colosseum.

The final winner will be decided here today.

That's right, it's over in a day!

Because the fighting tournament is no longer a 1-on-1 arena battle, but a super free-for-all involving all the participants.

The one who can persevere to the end and remain standing is the ultimate winner!

Get everything!

The rest of the losers don't even deserve to have their names recorded.

In such a massive melee, anything can happen.

Examples include the weak uniting together, and the strong being besieged.

Do you think it's unfair?

ridiculous!

This is to determine the strongest fighter, and since they are the strongest, they will never make excuses for their defeat.

Just like Netero back then, he fought against all the other bosses who joined forces, and still managed to achieve a perfect victory!

If you don't even have the courage to fight everyone, you should just withdraw from the competition!

It is precisely because of this uncertainty that the biennial fighting tournament has become a festival for fighters, attracting countless viewers.

Soon, amidst the excited and enthusiastic shouts of over a hundred thousand spectators, [the event] commenced.

One by one, the hosts emerged from their respective passages and entered the arena.

Every time the host announces a name, he shouts out that person's various amazing achievements, and those highlights are simultaneously played on the big screen.

It helps the audience recall those wonderful memories, making the already excited atmosphere even more enthusiastic.

Because Abel was the last to become the host, he was also the last to appear.

His popularity was almost on par with the other popular thread starters.

There's nothing we can do; he's just too handsome and too strong.

Upon arriving at the arena, Abel looked around. Of the 21 hosts, only 15 actually showed up.

Six people opted out of participating in the fighting tournament.

I don't know if it's because I lack confidence in my abilities, or because I find it boring and have no interest in participating.

Abel estimated that both were possible, because he did not see the owners of the three floors near the top, namely 248, 249, and 250.

After all, the fighting tournament doesn't require all posters to participate.

The 251st floor is not occupied every year.

"I hereby declare the fighting tournament officially open!"

As the host's voice resounded throughout the venue through the loudspeaker, the moment of truth finally arrived.

Everyone in the room was cautious and did not act rashly.

Because in such a chaotic battle, it's easy to get shot if you stand out.

If you are besieged from the start, it is almost impossible to hold out until the end.

Everyone who comes to participate does so with the ultimate goal of winning.

However, this silence did not last long and was soon broken.

puff……

Blood splattered.

And so the first unfortunate soul met his end.

Everyone immediately turned their attention to that direction.

"Gentlemen, would you like me to give you a ride?"

Abel held two ice blades, his expression indifferent, with the corpse of the landlord at his feet.

Abel, who took the initiative, didn't care whether he would be surrounded or attacked, because in his eyes, everyone in front of him was an enemy.

Since they are enemies, there's nothing more to say; just kill them all!

The host's excited voice rang out, "The first to launch an attack was actually the 'Demon King' Abel, the lord of the 246th floor! The 'Engineer' Vernon, the lord of the 230th floor, was instantly killed before he could even react! Let's cheer for 'Demon King' Abel!"

"Devil! Demon! Demon!"

"Abel! Abel! Abel!"

"However, it seems that 'Demon King' Abel's initiative has aroused everyone's apprehension. Look, some people have already surrounded him and are preparing to attack!"

Inside the arena, several people who seemed to know each other exchanged glances and then immediately moved around Abel.

The more formidable the opponent, the faster it should be eliminated.

However, there is another important factor here: those who form alliances earlier often lack confidence in their own abilities.

In other words, they're a bunch of useless trash!

Abel took a deep breath and then opened his mouth.

The breath of the ice dragon!

The endless, frigid frost instantly froze the three of them into ice sculptures.

"Go to hell!"

A speed-enhancing Nen user appeared behind Abel with ghostly speed, then thrust a poisoned dagger into his lower back.

Got it!

clang!

what? !

The guy immediately showed an incredulous expression, because the dagger in his hand couldn't even pierce the other person's skin? It even made a metallic clanging sound.

Is this person a robot?

Having missed his first attack, he didn't hesitate to try and escape.

He was very confident that no one could catch up with his speed.

But the next moment, he was horrified to find that he couldn't move.

Looking down, I realized that my feet had been frozen in place without me even noticing.

"Do not……"

puff!

Several ice spikes shot out from the ground, riddling the man with holes, and his body hung from the ice spikes.

In just a short time, five people had already died at Abel's hands.

The entire audience was practically going crazy for him!

Meanwhile, everyone else in the arena was going crazy.

There were only 15 people participating in total, and now a third of them have been eliminated.

If this continues, who can stop this person?

"Damn it, when did another monster like this appear in the Sky Arena?"

"The ability to transform into ice is very likely a transformation-type or materialization-type ability."

"Everyone, let's join forces."

"it is good!"

"Any friends from the system want to bombard him from a distance first?"

When asked this question, three people from the Department of Release actually stepped forward.

Moreover, two of them practiced mind-based techniques, while the other was a 'mind beast'.

The two began to gather their energy. One released a large number of energy projectiles the size of pigeon eggs, while the other unleashed a series of 'energy circle slashes'.

The last person secretly summoned a 'mind beast,' a black panther that could hide in the shadows!

Boom!

Abel's location was subjected to heavy bombardment.

The Shadow Leopard, a beast of thought, also took the opportunity to disappear into the dust.

"Did you make it?"

As the smoke and dust from the explosion gradually dissipated, a figure reappeared in everyone's sight, causing their pupils to contract sharply!

At this moment, Abel was wearing ice dragon armor, and there was no sign of any injury. He had one hand gripping the black panther's neck, and no matter how hard the panther struggled, it could not break free.

An invisible pressure made it difficult for them to breathe.

Chapter 393 The Most Awesome Martial Artist

Snapped!

Abel forcefully crushed someone's 'spirit beast' in his hand!

Then he placed his left hand on the ground.

Frozen Purgatory!

Faced with the onslaught of the crowd, Abel stopped pretending and laid his cards on the table: he was going to kill everyone else.

The biting frost quickly covered the entire area, and then burst forth with countless icicles!

This forced everyone to try every possible way to fight back.