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

Before they had gone far, they could hear the middle-aged women arguing with their husbands.

Clearly, no matter which world these middle-aged women are from, they've never lost an argument; their fighting power is off the charts!

With just a few words, she silenced her husband, leaving him speechless and red-faced.

Abel thought to himself, "Luckily I left quickly. If the old lady had forced me to stay and set up a blind date with her daughter, how would I have survived?"

However, thanks to the chatty older women, he was able to figure out the approximate timeframe.

The Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, is already a thing of the past.

It is now the time when the Fifth Hokage, Tsunade, is in power.

(Auntie: I heard it's a woman with huge breasts who manages such a big village~ I'm so envious.)

As for the rest, that's beyond what the older woman could possibly know.

"Perhaps before I leave, I can try to find a suitable weapon for myself here."

Watching the warriors walk through the street, Abel did not rush to leave.

If a workman wants to be good, he must first sharpen his weapon.

If he had other options, he wouldn't want to conjure an ice blade for himself before each action.

While it's convenient, strength has always been a problem.

So what should we do?

Watching the warriors walk further and further away, Abel suddenly had an idea.

Before long, a vacant lot was fenced off.

Then a sign was placed in the middle of the perimeter, which read: "Nameless Swordsman, Number One in the Ninja World! Enough talk, come and fight if you dare!"

Below that was a line of smaller print that read: "The loser shall leave behind his sword and knife on the spot, acknowledging that he is inferior in skill."

What is Abel doing?

This is blatant entrapment!

Although the tactic of using reverse psychology is an old trick, it can still be effective when it comes to reputation.

Especially in the Land of Iron, a place where people are stubborn and uphold their beliefs throughout their lives.

Sure enough, less than five minutes after it was set up, a passerby, looking displeased, pointed angrily at Abel and asked, "Who gave you permission to put this kind of thing here? If you don't want to die, take it down right now!"

Abel didn't even glance at him. "Only trash dares to bark outside. If you want me to take down this sign, it's simple. Draw your weapon, come in, and beat me."

"If you're too scared, then stand outside and watch. Watch how I defeat all the samurai of the Land of Iron."

This can no longer be considered a normal taunt; it's practically a dragon charging in and attacking!

No man with any sense of decency could tolerate such an insult.

The other party is the same!

"Fine! Let me see what kind of skills you, this nameless swordsman, have to make such a boast!"

"After I defeat you, I won't take your broken sword. All I need to do is kneel on the ground and shout three times: 'I am inferior in skill, a mere clown!' That will be enough."

As he spoke, he stepped into the circle and drew his sword.

In just a short while, their argument had attracted a large crowd of onlookers.

Chapter 545 Get a good knife before you leave

The more people gathered around, the happier Abel became.

This means the news will spread faster, increasing the chances of attracting a big fish.

This made Abel's gaze towards the other party much more amiable. Although the kid had a foul mouth, he would go easy on him later, considering that the other party had helped him attract so many spectators.

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up. After we deal with you, there are other people waiting."

Abel kindly reminded him.

He infuriated the other person, who demanded, "Where's your knife?"

"Oh, I almost forgot."

Abel didn't initially intend to use a weapon, after all, it would be too shameless to use a weapon to bully the weak, but when he thought of the rules he had set, he still pulled out a... kitchen knife from behind him.

"A kitchen knife?! What do you mean by this? Are you looking down on me?!" The other person's face turned red with anger, and there was a burst of laughter around them.

Abel wanted to shake his head and tell the other person no.

He used a kitchen knife because it was the only knife he could borrow.

Thank you, ma'am! May you live a long and healthy life, Amen!

But then he thought about it again and realized that explaining would be too troublesome, so he simply nodded honestly. "You're right, this is enough to deal with you. Hurry up and get out of here. Are you still going to fight? There are so many people waiting outside. If you're scared, then hurry up and leave."

"Too deceiving!"

Enraged, the young man roared and charged forward, striking down with a blow to the head!

It's clear that this person has received some basic training, and possesses both speed and strength, though not many.

It's fine to use it to bully ordinary people.

Once they encounter a true expert, their weaknesses will be exposed.

Despite his leniency, Abel still swung his sword without hesitation.

clang!

The picture freezes.

The young man's long knife had broken in two, and the broken blade had landed right on the ground.

Abel's cleaver was positioned next to the man's neck; a single, gentle slash would slit his throat.

The young man was too scared to move.

He could feel the sharpness and chill of the cleaver pressed against his neck, and goosebumps rose all over his body.

"you lose."

Abel spoke slowly, then put away the cleaver.

At the same time, I felt a little annoyed. I should have held back a bit. It was such a good samurai sword, and it broke just like that. It's really something!

But on second thought, it seems there's no need to keep a knife that can be cut so easily.

After comforting myself, I did feel much better.

The young man had a thousand words in his heart, but at this moment he couldn't say a single one.

Finally, he simply threw down the hilt of his knife, leaving behind the words, "I lost, I'm no match for you," and slunk away.

Playing the rogue?

He never even considered it.

The other party had already shown mercy; otherwise, it wouldn't have just been the knife that was severed, but his neck as well.

But despite admitting defeat, the young man was not convinced. He wanted to find someone even more powerful to smash the brand!

How could anyone be stronger than the people of the Land of Iron when it comes to swords?

"I come!"

As soon as the young man left after his defeat, someone from the crowd who had been watching the spectacle immediately stepped forward.

When it comes to national honor, anyone with a modicum of ability would not sit idly by and pretend not to see it.

Abel didn't care, and didn't even want to give the other person a minor name. He simply waved his hand, indicating that they could begin.

The second extra is slightly stronger than the first, but not by much.

One strike, and the weapon snaps; the blow is finished.

The second extra, who had just narrowly escaped death, was drenched in cold sweat.

As Abel sheathed his sword, he immediately and bitterly admitted defeat, admitting he was outmatched.

Then the third, the fourth, the fifth...

In the blink of an eye, Abel has won five consecutive games.

Moreover, each strike is a single, precise strike that not only severs the opponent's weapon but also stops precisely at their vital points.

Clearly, he had already mastered his own power to a level of consummate skill and unparalleled mastery.

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

Before they knew it, more and more people had gathered here to watch.

Among them were some genuine samurai.

Upon witnessing Abel's effortless swordsmanship, everyone's expression changed. They couldn't understand where this young man, who possessed such skill at such a young age, came from, and why he had to provoke their Iron Kingdom.

Is it possible that they want to gain fame by stepping on the reputation of the Iron Country?

It's not impossible.

This thought put a lot of pressure on many samurai.

It doesn't matter if I lose, but someone has to win.

"Excellent swordsmanship! Let me try!"

A man who was 1.9 meters tall walked out through the crowd.

The crowd began to stir.

"It's actually Lord Rikka?!"

"Great! With Lord Lijiao's help, we're guaranteed to win this time."

"Go, Lord Lijiao! Teach this arrogant brat a lesson!"

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