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

Rikka is Mifune's subordinate, and his strength is equivalent to that of a Jonin among ninjas!

Reaching the level of a Jonin requires both talent and hard work.

It might even require some luck.

After all, in every war, many geniuses are killed before they can even grow up.

Therefore, regardless of the country, Jonin are an extremely scarce combat resource, possessing a certain status and rights, and earning the respect of all villagers.

By analogy with a country as small as the Land of Iron, one can imagine how high Rikka's status is!

Many people believed that as long as Lord Li Jiao was willing to make a move, the opponent was bound to lose.

While Riko himself wasn't that arrogant, he didn't believe he would lose either.

There was nothing he could do; the previous matches had all ended in a single move, and he hadn't been able to gauge Abel's true strength.

"Outsider, it's not too late to put your sign away. Not everyone here has my good temper."

"Your knife is alright, it's mine."

"Insanity!"

Li Jiao looked displeased and immediately prepared to teach the other party a lesson they would never forget.

So he assumed the stance for a quick-draw cut.

Sword Technique: Iaijutsu!

Swish!

Iaijutsu is essentially a quick draw slash, emphasizing speed and explosive power.

Although there were still several meters between the two, the moment Rikka drew his sword, he immediately appeared in front of Abel.

But something unbelievable happened.

The moment he drew his knife, his opponent used that ordinary kitchen knife to precisely knock his weapon away, and then chopped the knife down on his head.

The speed was so fast that his body couldn't react at all, and he could only watch helplessly as death came!

"you lose."

The cleaver in Abel's hand hovered over the other man's forehead, and trickles of blood flowed down.

This wasn't because Abel didn't control his strength; it was to teach this guy a lesson.

Chapter 546 The Famous Sword Kurosawa!

"Your Iaijutsu is too slow. It lacks speed and explosive power, and it's weak and limp, like you haven't eaten enough."

Abel commented without any politeness.

This made Li Jiao's face even paler, and he looked somewhat lost and dejected.

Although he had other sword techniques that he hadn't shown yet, what he did just now wasn't his full strength.

But the cleaver pointed at his forehead made him completely incapable of even thinking about fighting again.

His opponent not only far surpassed him in speed and strength, but was also far superior in skill.

The two sides are simply not on the same level.

Now Li Jiao finally understands why the other party dared to put up such a sign, openly provoking them.

This formidable strength is what gives them the confidence to do this!

"I lost, I... I'm not as good as them."

Wow!

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole audience was in an uproar!

Before this, no one expected that the powerful Lord Lijiao would lose, and lose so utterly without any chance of fighting back.

They all lost in one move, so what's the difference between Li Jiao and the others?

As for whether Li Jiao was overconfident and underestimated his opponent, who cares?

A loss is a loss, and to a certain extent, it represents a loss for the Land of Iron.

I felt so frustrated and ashamed!

This stopped many of the onlookers from having any fun in the middle of the game. They were now desperately hoping that someone would step forward, defeat the opponent, and defend the honor of the Iron Kingdom.

"Well, go back and train for a few more years. This sword is mine. If you want to go back, call over someone stronger. To be honest, so far, I think the warriors of your Land of Iron are nothing special. Perhaps it was a mistake for me to come here specifically for this."

Abel noticed the indignant expressions on the faces of the crowd around him, and immediately added more firewood to make the fire burn even brighter.

As expected, such incendiary remarks prompted many people to immediately begin shouting curses.

At the same time, they were constantly searching among the crowd for someone who could go out and fight.

"Sato, you're here too. That's great! With you here, we can definitely defeat this arrogant guy!"

"Ah? I...I...it's like this, I've been having abdominal cramps since I woke up this morning, so let's leave this opportunity to someone else, I'll go first."

"Yamamoto Ichiro, you are a samurai under Lord Mifune. Can you really swallow this insult? Are you just going to let this outsider act so arrogantly on our territory?"

Yamamoto Ichiro gave a bitter laugh, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

What can he do?

Even Lord Rikka, whose strength far surpasses his, lost so decisively. What is he doing going up there? Is he going to be a stepping stone for the other side?

Moreover, the samurai sword in his hand was crafted by a renowned swordsmith with money he had saved up for a long time, and he absolutely couldn't just give it away for no reason.

So Yamamoto Ichiro chose to play dead.

But as it turns out, not everyone is like Sato and Yamamoto Ichiro, calculating gains and losses before the battle even begins.

"My name is Miyamoto Kojiro. Please guide me!"

"The eldest disciple of the Flower Moon School Dojo, Songhua Yixiao..."

"Samurai Echizen Ryoma..."

One by one, people, whether they knew each other or not, stepped forward to challenge Abel. They knew they would lose, but they still wanted to do their part.

Even if it only wears down Abel's strength or gives him an extra move, it's still the result they've worked hard to achieve.

All in order to stall until the man who will make the final decision arrives!

"Keep it up, well done!"

"You are all role models for the warriors of my Land of Iron!"

"So what if we know we'll lose? Daring to draw our swords is the true test of an iron will!"

More and more people are spontaneously cheering for those who take on the challenge, and even if they lose, they will receive applause and comfort from everyone.

In movies and TV dramas, this kind of plot usually involves the protagonist making a dazzling appearance at the last moment, and then rallying everyone's beliefs to defeat the powerful BOSS!

"Hmm, so the BOSS is myself again."

By this time, Abel's back was covered with all sorts of swords and weapons, all left behind by those who came to challenge him, including some exquisite pieces.

Of course, this also attracted a great deal of hatred towards him.

It's a pity that the people of the Land of Iron aren't 'eye ninjas', otherwise they probably could have killed and melted him a hundred times over just by looking at him.

"The 99th knife, who else?"

For a while, there was no sound.

All the onlookers from the Land of Iron were completely stunned.

99 knives means the opponent has won 99 consecutive games!

And he still showed no signs of fatigue.

Furthermore, if the opponent wins another match, that would be a hundred wins, or a hundred kills!

If they really achieve this, then their Iron Country will never be able to hold its head high again.

So at this point, no one dared to make a rash appearance anymore.

Whoever loses the next game will be a sinner nailed to the pillar of shame!

In this situation, the man everyone had been waiting for finally appeared.

"Make way, make way! It's Lord Mifune!"

"What? Lord Mifune actually came?"

"Thank goodness. If Lord Mifune had ignored it, they might have really made a name for themselves by stepping on the reputation of the warriors of the Land of Iron."

"This is really the case now. No matter how strong this guy is, he can't possibly beat Lord Mifune!"

"That's right, Lord Mifune is invincible!"

……

Like a star surrounded by the moon, Mifune went straight inside and saw the somewhat arrogant sign on the ground.

Then he approached Abel without any expression.

"My name is Mifune, the general of the Land of Iron, and the leader of all samurai. May I ask who you are and what your purpose is?"

"The nameless swordsman is not worth mentioning. As for your purpose, your sword is quite nice; would you mind giving it to me to take with me?"

Finally, the main character arrived, and Abel became a little more serious.

After all, Mifune is quite capable and shouldn't be underestimated.

"You want my knife?"

Mifune frowned slightly as he looked at the swords and knives stuck in the back of the other man.

"If you don't dare to fight, then retreat. Even the general of the Land of Iron is nothing more than this."

Faced with such a clumsy attempt to provoke him, Mifune was naturally not fooled.

But given the current situation, he had no other choice.