Pirates' Max Level System

"Um, Compass, please stop for a moment, otherwise I will judge you as a violation and fail." Qin Luo took the last bite of fish.

HZ-05 still didn't respond, continuing his actions. It had nothing to do with who was speaking; it was simply that he had lost his sense of self, his actions being dominated by his killing instinct.

"Please, referee, please stop him. I don't want to win. I withdraw. I withdraw."

Qin Luo felt a little embarrassed by the miserable appearance of the Long-legged Clan contestants.

Qin Luo broke the bamboo skewer for the grilled fish in half and threw it out.

"Although I wanted to declare this Compass contestant a failure, it seems this Long Legs contestant doesn't want to. So the winner is still this Compass contestant."

There were no cheers for the victors, nor were there any curses for the losers. In the broadcast plaza, even the gamblers who had lost their bets were silent. On the one hand, they were under the terror brought by number HZ-05, and on the other hand, they were shocked by the referee Qin Luo.

No. HZ-05 stopped, but not because he was asked to stop. Qin Luo's two bamboo sticks covered with armed color domineering nailed its legs to the ground.

Chapter 666: The Finale

At the tip of the blade-like toe of the HZ-05, there was a black spike on each side, driving it into the ground. The tops of the two spikes were connected to two thin black lines, extending all the way to Qin Luo's hands.

Qin Luo relied on this method to keep the two bamboo sticks he shot out wrapped in armed color domineering at all times.

The hard gray shell can withstand thousands of heavy blows, but it can't withstand two slender bamboo sticks.

The armed color domineering covering the bamboo stick pierced through it and inserted it into the ground, forming countless barbs that firmly fixed the number HZ-05.

If HZ-05 hadn't broken free so early, she wouldn't have given up on brutally abusing the Long-legged Warrior until he was escorted off the field by the staff.

This is a complete failure. What's the point of a weapon that loses control at any time? I don't know whether it will be used against the enemy or myself in the end. Qin Luo can't appreciate this kind of thing, nor will he care.

The departure of the Long-legged Clan warriors caused HZ-05, who was on the verge of violence, to lose his target. After Qin Luo dispersed the armed color domineering that restrained him, the mutation on HZ-05's body faded away and he returned to his original appearance.

The fractured left shoulder had healed considerably. Using the Sea Curse ability would release a large amount of the subject's vitality, and 973 would also gain powerful self-healing abilities. However, the effort and reward were clearly disproportionate, and it could even be said to be a complete loss.

In the pirate world, finding natural energy is a blessing, so there's no place for Orochimaru to waste his celestial chakra. Therefore, the power of these sea-curse test subjects is provided by extracting the host's own vitality.

HZ-05's face was droopy at this moment. Though clearly in her prime twenties, she bore the look of an advanced age. The gray hair, wrinkles, and parched skin all spoke volumes about the price HZ-05 had paid in the recent battle.

No. HZ-05 dragged their tired bodies slowly into the sea, just as they came out from the bottom of the sea at the beginning of the race, and they would disappear into the sea after the race.

Qin Luo looked down on the technology of the Haizhu experimental subject and ignored it, but that didn't mean that other teams didn't care about this technology either.

The "sharks," smitten with the scent of blood, had been preparing for a long time. Not wanting to miss this opportunity to carve up the spoils, they waited outside the arena, their knives sharpened, waiting only for HZ-05 to cross the line in the sea.

Ignoring the subsequent "encirclement and suppression" activities, as long as they left the competition area, Qin Luo would not take care of other places, and he would not bother to meddle in other people's affairs. As for the crisis of Hai Zhu's technology leaking, Qin Luo had never considered it at all.

You can study it as you like, if you can't figure it out, I lose.

A completely different world system, an unheard-of power. Even if these people captured the Sea Curse experiment, what good would it do? They couldn't possibly research chakra in a pirate world where Haki and Devil Fruits competed with each other. This level of difficulty was like a freshly graduated kindergartener trying to learn advanced functions on their own.

The subsequent farce ended abruptly. No force was able to capture the seriously injured HZ-05, who was rescued by a giant sea snake.

Darwin and his housekeeper noticed Qin Luo's behavior, and they felt that they had been worrying too much. Qin Luo didn't seem to have anything to do with this mysterious force that suddenly appeared.

To be honest, Qin Luo was somewhat disdainful of these six sea curse experimental subjects.

As mentioned before, the uninhabited island arena area 3 that Qin Luo was in charge of was a bustling disaster area. There were a total of eight teams, six sea curse test subjects, plus Tayuya and Hawkeye, all of whom were arranged.

Therefore, on the first day of the points tournament broadcast, the popularity of Area 3 of the Uninhabited Island Arena was no less than that of the areas where the championship favorites were located. In fact, because of Tayuya, it was even poised to become the most popular area.

The schedule of the entire points race is quite tight, with each group having one game a day. After the game numbered HZ-05, there are two competitions between sea curse experimental subjects.

They are numbered HZ-02, which can grow arms from a severed hand, and numbered HZ-11, which can extract four new arms.

With the previous experience of HZ-05 as a lesson, both HZ-02 and HZ-11 chose to fight quickly and decisively, finding their opponents and then transforming directly to knock them down.

Even if they wanted to play hide-and-seek, their speed could not match that of the transformed Sea Curse experiment subject. Once caught up, the outcome would be decided in just one second.

Using this method will not cause much loss to HZ-02 and HZ-11, and the forces surrounding the uninhabited island will have even less chance.

The excitement outside the uninhabited island only lasted for one day. As the competition progressed, the "armed prosthetic limbs" that had not appeared in the auditions also began to shine, attracting a lot of attention.

Perhaps many people had no idea what the "armed prosthetic limbs" as prizes were before, but now they knew. Furthermore, compared to Hai Zhu's bizarre transformations and his exhausting post-battle appearance, the armed prosthetic limbs were more acceptable.

Many people have already set their sights on the major forces hosting the martial arts conference.

On the first day of the points race, in Area 3 of the uninhabited island arena that Qin Luo was in charge of, as the finale, the future world's number one swordsman Hawkeye Mihawk and an ace sniper from the army of a country in the North Sea entered the competition venue.

The staff seemed to be quite considerate of the stern-faced sniper, as Hawkeye and the man were placed on the field at a considerable distance. The sniper was placed deep in the jungle, while Hawkeye was located on the coast, two extremes.

With the precedent set by the previous one, the swordsman who was confident in himself would swing his sword to cut the air as his first move.

He lowered the long sword into the sea and swung it towards the sky. The sword energy and the splashing water created a rainbow in the air.

When did the dull Hawkeye learn such a cool sword technique? But his face still has a cool and calm look.

Bastard, what do you mean by cool and handsome? Hawkeye Mihawk, I should have recognized you earlier.

Qin Luo quickly calmed down. If he hadn't looked in the mirror frequently to improve his immunity to being "handsome", he would definitely not be calm.

Hawkeye waited there for a while, but saw no response from the other side, so he simply went into the jungle and wandered around.

Most of those who made it to the points competition had some temper. Even if the odds of winning were slim, it was impossible for them to survive an hour without firing a single shot. The opponent was an ace sniper from a certain army. He could afford to lose him in front of the entire Beihai.

Therefore, Hawkeye was not worried about the other party hiding. As long as the other party had an idea, any movement would not escape his eyes.

What's more, Hawkeye is a man who has been with Red-Haired Shanks, the user of the Face Fruit and an excellent Haki user, for a long time. It is impossible for him not to have Observation Haki.

Chapter 667: The First Sniper Shot

Deep in the jungle, on an inconspicuous tree, the sniper hid himself under the cover of dense leaves.

Before the match began, the sniper collected information about the other opponents in the group. As a seeded player who directly advanced to the points competition, Hawkeye Mihawk's name was particularly eye-catching.

None of these contestants who can skip the auditions directly are pushovers, and the way the competition organizers evenly distribute these seeded contestants to various groups is also very heartbreaking.

In the North Sea, Hawkeye is not well-known. All that can be found about him is his swordsmanship during his last "show". Although he only showed his swordsmanship once, the casino directly judged that he has the ability to enter the top 16 and ranked him 20th on the list.

Facing such an opponent, the sniper did not dare to be careless. Because Hawkeye's sword energy slashed towards the sky, the sniper quickly grasped Hawkeye's position, but he had never thought of using a gun to signal.

There is always only one reason for a sniper to die on the battlefield, and that is exposing his position.

Finding a suitable ambush location and arranging all traps and tactics, the sniper does everything he can to defeat Hawkeye.

Thanks to the sufficient surveillance equipment in the stadium, the footage of the sniper setting the trap was also broadcast, otherwise this person would have disappeared from the broadcast screen for at least half an hour.

Ordinary viewers cannot understand what kind of traps the sniper has set up, such as burying grenades, digging holes and cutting down trees.

But it's good to feel impressive without knowing it. These things don't prevent the audience from secretly rejoicing like the sniper. Being able to use these things to trick a great swordsman, that kind of expectation is much more interesting than defeating Hawkeye in a fair fight.

Unlike the snipers, who were working furiously like they were on a construction site, Hawkeye was either strolling leisurely or enjoying the scenery. Hawkeye was completely treating himself like a tourist, but he was the only one sightseeing at the tournament.

Forty minutes passed, and the sniper completed all his preparations. He hid himself among the leaves, even camouflaged with his silencer. Like a venomous snake hiding among the leaves, the sniper blended seamlessly into the surroundings. Only when he launched his fatal attack would he reveal himself.

A flare was shot into the air, and a flame with a shrill whistle swayed towards the sky, and finally exploded into a firework.

The flare was remotely released by the sniper, in an open field a thousand meters away. The sniper was inviting Hawkeye to his sniper extravaganza. Of course, Hawkeye's only responsibility was to be his target. The sniper was confident in his setup.

Hawkeye, who was bored to death, changed his expression instantly after seeing the signal flare. He thought for a moment that he had met a Buddhist opponent who was holding a kind gun that would not fire a single shot.

It now seems that the sniper on the opposite side still has some ideas, but he is too slow and only dared to show up after more than 40 minutes.

Ten minutes, no no no, five minutes will be enough. Hawkeye rushed towards the direction of the flare, ready to quickly deal with the opponent.

In the open space where the flare was launched, Hawkeye only saw an exhausted flare shell dropped to the ground.

Hawkeye drew his sword, held it in his hand, and slowly walked towards the location of the flare. In Hawkeye's experience, this was indeed a good target. Since the other party had prepared this place so carefully, they must not have gone far.

This clearing was the sniper's first great gift to Hawkeye. Although it was a thousand meters away, the sniper's advance preparations cleared all visual obstructions between the clearing and his current position, and the wind's impact on his bullets was minimized, allowing him to confidently hit the target.

Hawkeye walked over carefully with his knife in hand. Facing this ambush situation, he handled it with ease.

After all, there's also someone on Shanks' ship who loves to snipe people with a rifle. Beckman is the true example of someone who has the power but chooses to fight with his brain.

Hawkeye never gained an advantage in their sparring with him, and was even made to feel very disgusted. Thanks to Beckman, Hawkeye felt that this so-called ace sniper was still too green.

The flare was the first step in all the traps, the key to triggering a series of tactics and traps. Hawkeye was very sure of this, so he picked up the flare without worrying about the danger that would follow.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew over the sea, and the trees on the island rustled in the wind. In this rustling sound, there was a muffled sound.

The bullet flew out from the woods to the right of Hawkeye. An ordinary person might be attacked by it, but it was of no use to Hawkeye who was well prepared.

Hawkeye slowly shifted the tip of his sword to face the bullet. Without much effort, the bullet sliced ​​in two along the blade, sending it flying in both directions.

"Humph, you've taken the bait."

Someone hiding in the woods snorted inwardly. Simultaneously, a pitch-black bullet, like a falling leaf, quietly emerged from the foliage directly in front of Hawkeye, arriving first. While the bullet on the right side was still scraping against Hawkeye's knife, it had already appeared less than a meter from his forehead.

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When the speed of a bullet exceeds the speed of sound, it is possible to see the bullet before hearing the muffled sound of the gunfire. The bullet on the right is just bait, of course, this bait is insidious enough, otherwise the sniper would not feel sorry for it.

On a separate note, snipers are one of the few professions where taking someone's life in a points race is forgivable. It's been proven that snipers who avoid aiming for vital parts in competition often become masters of outlining the human body.

The sniper's highly anticipated shot and the audience's excited and worried shouts finally turned into nothing.

Hawkeye smiled evilly in the direction of the sniper. In an instant, his left hand moved, and he pulled out the small dagger hanging in his arms and slashed towards the sniper bullet.

The bullet ricocheted, leaving a bullet hole in the ground behind Hawkeye. The bullet scratched the skin on his left cheek, leaving a shallow wound that bled a little. This was the entire reward for the sniper's first killer move.

Hawkeye underestimated the power of the sniper rifle. Beihai's good gun was indeed much better than Beckman's old man's rifle, otherwise he would not have suffered any injury at all.

But that didn't matter. The main thing was that the enemy had finally appeared. Hawkeye took out his pocket watch and checked the time.

"Well, there are still two minutes and twenty seconds, which is enough."

The next moment, a sword energy was swung out, and Hawkeye rushed towards the sniper as if stepping on the sword energy.

Chapter 668: Flower Swordsman

With the sword energy sweeping the ground, the other two traps that the sniper had casually set up in the open space turned into nothing without even a struggle.

However, the sniper didn't expect these two small arrangements to be effective. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the sniper fired a few more shots at Hawkeye. The more troublesome thing was that the knife in Hawkeye's hand was like a magnet, constantly attracting the bullets to the blade.

With a light leap, Hawkeye jumped onto a tree at the edge of the clearing. After that, he just jumped back and forth between the trees, using the tree trunks to move towards the sniper's direction.

In this way, all the traps set by the sniper on the ground, such as mines, pits, tripwires, etc., became useless.

The sniper stared at Hawkeye, who was agile like a monkey on the tree, with a very complicated look, which contained indescribable emotions, surprise, anger, resentment, etc. Fang Zheng's eyes were not kind.

This one-kilometer distance is the buffer zone that the sniper set up for himself to obstruct and restrict the enemy. Now most of the arrangements have become decorations, so that the sniper has to move the sniper position back in advance.

Of course, after spending forty minutes setting up something, the sniper couldn't possibly have left a safe passage for the enemy. There were also traps hidden among the trees, but they were not as numerous.

After walking about a hundred meters, Hawkeye encountered the first one.

A tree trunk broke without warning the moment Hawkeye stepped on it. With his old strength exhausted and new strength yet to be generated, Hawkeye fell down along with the trunk.

Directly below Hawkeye, the ground collapsed, revealing a pit with a diameter of five meters and a depth of seven meters. At the bottom of the pit, sharpened wooden stakes stood there. If someone fell into it, he would definitely be skewered.

This is when Hawkeye's rich experience in dealing with traps and his extremely fast reaction speed are reflected.

At the moment his body fell, Hawkeye threw the long sword in his right hand towards the main trunk of the nearest tree. At the same time, he had pulled out the belt from his waist and wrapped it around the hilt of the sword.

The tree trunk was pierced directly by the long sword, and Hawkeye used the belt to swing his body towards the tree trunk pierced by the long sword.

The real danger is not the trap itself, but the hunter hiding behind the trap.

The sniper rifle, which had been silent for a long time, fired again, aiming at Hawkeye as he swung in the air. The flash of the sniper rifle flashed like the tongue of a venomous snake, and the black bullet was like a deadly fang.

The sniper fired two shots in total, and the two bullets flew along the same trajectory one after the other. The first bullet penetrated the trunk of the tree in front of Qin Luo, leaving a hole as thick as a finger in front of Qin Luo.

Because the bullet's power and speed were greatly reduced in the process of passing through the tree, Hawkeye easily dodged it. However, the second bullet was the real killer move. With the first bullet opening up its territory, the second bullet was not affected or hindered in any way, retaining its full force and appearing in front of Hawkeye.

Its prey is the heart of the eagle-eyed one.

The heart exploded, blood splattered everywhere. The imagined scene did not happen. The short dagger at his waist once again saved Hawkeye's life.

Hawkeye pulled out a dagger with his left hand and slashed it in an arc, knocking the bullet away.

The strike was very neat and the process was very thrilling, but the audience in the broadcast square did not think it was very cool. They felt nothing in their hearts and even wanted to laugh.

Hawkeye's face was also a little embarrassed. He only thought that the opponent would attack at this time, but forgot some key things. For example, pants, pants and pants.

Having lost the support of his belt and left hand one after another, Hawkeye's black trousers slowly slid down and got hooked on his ankle in front of his opponent and many spectators.

Wow, those bear patterned underwear, it seems Hawkeye is much sexier than he looks.

Hawkeye is definitely going to be a big star, but this time he's going the comedic route. Perhaps twenty or so years from now, the newspapers will be digging up gossip about him being the world's greatest swordsman.

"Shocking! The world's number one swordsman used to win matches by showing off his masculinity and intimidating his opponents."

Or maybe this.