Pirates' Max Level System

As a pair of fierce yellow eyes opened, dark blue began to spread all over the body, and the murloc monk "Yu Lao Zang" who was practicing in the North Sea reconnected online.

Yu Lao Zang is a tiger shark man. He has a row of fins emitting cold light on his back and behind his limbs. Compared with those on Fishman Island, this Yu Lao Zang looks really fierce.

He took out the equipment that Orochimaru had handed over to him from the Kamui Space, including a Japanese yukata, a Zen staff, and a large water tank on his back.

Qin Luo's first impression of "Yu Lao Zang" was that it was very strange. Originally, Qin Luo thought that this kind of cross-dressing was similar to putting on a coat on the outside of oneself.

But in reality, this is not the case. If Qin Luo were to say so, he seemed to have completely transformed into a fishman. His strength, physical feeling, and vision were all brand new.

Qin Luo weighed the Zen staff in his hand. Without activating any abilities, the Zen staff weighing over a hundred pounds was as light as a wooden stick in the hand of "Yu Lao Zang".

Once the playful mood starts, it's not so easy to stop. Taking advantage of the time, Qin Luo didn't care whether it was appropriate or not, and directly performed a set of stick techniques in the alley. Every time he swung the Zen stick, the strong wind whistled, making the houses next to him feel shaky.

At the end, Qin Luo jumped high and hit the ground hard. The ground about ten meters away from Qin Luo sank to a distance of one finger.

Qin Luo's movements were so loud that they had already attracted the attention of passers-by and homeowners. However, after seeing that it was a certain fishman, these people said they couldn't afford to offend him.

Of course, this did not prevent them from cursing Qin Luo in their hearts, "This stupid fishman is playing with snakes. He came to the residential area to perform acrobatics. Can't he have some idea of ​​his weight and strength?"

Everything was ready, and Qin Luo entered the arena with his "new vest".

"Hey, isn't this Yu Lao Zang? You came so early today."

Along the way, people kept trying to greet Qin Luo, but no matter how you look at it, their expressions seemed very reluctant. However, Qin Luo could probably guess the reason. Yu Lao Zang had a fierce reputation, and with Orochimaru's personality, it was impossible for him to greet others with a friendly face.

Qin Luo simply ignored it and found a corner to sit down in the players' lounge. From beginning to end, Qin Luo didn't say a word and didn't arouse anyone's suspicion.

Chapter 700: Idol Swordsman

After a while, most of the contestants arrived.

Qin Luo had never been to the players' lounge before, and he hadn't expected there to be factions there. That's right, where there are people, there is a world of martial arts.

The users of the armed prosthetics stick together in groups, and are easily identifiable by their clans.

Surrounding Doflamingo were the Don Quixote family's cadres, including Corazon.

There is also a group of people surrounding the "Three Heroes" of the Red Hair Pirates, Shanks, Beckman and Mihawk, all of whom are guys trying to get close to them.

The remaining scattered players also formed their own groups based on their closeness. Looking at it this way, the only two people left alone in the lounge were Yu Laozang and the "orphan" captain played by Aokiji, both of whom were unwelcome.

The organizers assigned a staff member to count the players' attendance. Qin Luo saw that his match was ranked 7th today, which was relatively early.

He was the one who played in Hawkeye's second game. In comparison, Shanks was very far behind, and the possibility of him playing today was basically ruled out.

Despite the roaring cheers from the audience during the matches, the players' lounge was completely silent and peaceful from beginning to end. Even the most dazzling sword moves and the most impressive power were merely met with sighs and a few words of exchange in the lounge.

Before the game, avoid any drastic emotional fluctuations and stay calm. So everyone is Sima-faced, so don't criticize anyone else.

Every time two people go out, only one can return to the lounge. As for the loser, whether he is alive or dead, he will never appear in the lounge again.

As the staff called Mihawk's name, his match began.

Hawkeye's opponent is also a swordsman, who is very famous in the North Sea. He is considered a famous figure with the labels of genius and descendant of a famous family.

However, no one was optimistic about this swordsman, because Hawkeye's label was a bit different: the Great Swordsman. This was a man on the road to becoming the world's greatest swordsman. Genius was just a flash in the pan for him.

There is a saying in traditional kendo: If you judge a man by his sword, no one can surpass him; if you judge a man by his sword, eight out of ten times he will be right.

Hawkeye had never seen his opponent draw his sword, but from his appearance he had silently given his opponent a failing grade.

A proper swordsman wouldn't need to be dressed in white, with flowers in his hair and accessories around his waist. It's cool and stylish, but Hawkeye couldn't see any use for these things except getting in the way of a sword.

This is a flashy swordsman, and his swordsmanship must also be flashy.

With Hawkeye's pride, he simply wasn't willing to exchange sword moves with such a swordsman. Even though his opponent was quite capable, Hawkeye didn't respect him as much as the snipers in the points competition.

Hawkeye had no intention of drawing the cross sword behind him, but instead took out the small knife in his arms.

"A dignified Hawkeye, is he really going to insult his opponent with a small knife?" Seeing Hawkeye's actions, the swordsman shook his bangs and pointed at Hawkeye angrily.

At this time, the big screen was playing a close-up image of Hawkeye and the handsome swordsman. As the swordsman moved, a burst of screams broke out from the audience, mostly from women.

Oh, there are still a lot of fans. It seems that the person opposite is a "swordsman" who is pursuing the idol route. Hawkeye sneered, and his guess became more certain.

"My respect is given to a true swordsman. You don't deserve it." Hawkeye's contempt was basically written on his face.

Although Hawkeye didn't think his words could make the opponent lose his composure, this was probably the first time he had seen such a strange opponent.

The swordsman wasn't annoyed at all, as if he'd witnessed this scene countless times. He said with a self-satisfied look on his face, "Another one seeking fame and reputation. How could you mere mortals experience the splendor of my swordsmanship?"

It doesn't matter if your words lack momentum; the key is to look cool. The idol swordsman adhered perfectly to this principle, drawing his sword as he spoke and caressing it like a lover. This decisively triggered another round of screams from the female fans.

Qin Luo actually agrees with the idea that "appearance is also combat effectiveness", but the problem with this idol swordsman is no longer about appearance. Specifically, this person has a problem with his thinking and wants to be famous too much.

The idol-like swordsman continued to admire himself: "Perhaps only Goddess Tayuya can understand the beauty in my swordsmanship."

It's okay to be narcissistic, and it's okay to be an idol, but why did you bring up Tayuya so idiotically, and in front of a swordsman who desperately pursues Tayuya? Hey, isn't it good to be alive?

Hawkeye felt as if he had eaten shit. He felt that his goddess was desecrated by a comedian. He would rather be compared to himself. "How dare such a clown compare himself to Tayuya."

"Oh, another suitor. The toad is so crazy about wanting to eat the swan flesh that he doesn't even need to look at his face with the sword." He is not sure about the fighting competition, but when it comes to bickering, the idol swordsman has never lost.

The eagle's eyes narrowed. Some animals open their eyes to express anger, while others narrow their eyes to signal the start of hunting. The eagle is one of them.

Switching the knife to his left hand and drawing the long sword from his waist, Hawkeye was ready to show his opponent more respect. Of course, the main reason was that Hawkeye felt that the wound caused by the knife was not deep enough.

Hawkeye said nothing, but a tangible murderous aura began to emanate from him, lingering on the court.

The emcee sensed something was amiss and, before announcing the start of the competition, added, "No deaths or serious injuries are permitted during the competition. Please bear this in mind, contestants."

As for whether it is useful or not, the emcee can only do his best and leave the rest to fate.

At the beginning of the game, the swordsman danced with his sword in a magnificent way, like the stars in the night sky covering the eyes of an eagle. If it were at night, the sword moves would definitely be spectacular.

But it was useless to look good. Hawkeye swept his sword left and right, and three consecutive sword energies wiped out the stars.

The swordsman was horrified. After dodging the sword energy, he danced with the sword all over his body, circling around Hawkeye.

The swordsman's long sleeves danced gracefully, his sword wielding a smooth and sleek motion. As he picked up speed, the sword's gleam, like a bright moon, pierced an eagle's eye from every direction. For a moment, it felt like a bright moon in the sky, petals dancing.

It was an excellent sword dance performance. The swordsman's move deserved Hawkeye's praise, but of course it could only be considered a sword dance.

Hawkeye almost laughed out loud. To make things look better, the swordsman had added so many unnecessary sword strikes and movements. This was a moon covered in holes, full of flaws and gimmicks.

Seeing the true nature of this move, Hawkeye stopped dodging, and a black aura enveloped the longsword. A flash of black lightning passed by.

With a "ding" sound, the moon shattered.

Chapter 701: Draw Your Swords, Gentlemen

The radiant sword light is ultimately but a mirage, shattered and vanishing. And Hawkeye's sword is the crack in the mirror.

The sword curtain came to an abrupt halt, accompanied by the crisp sound of sword blades colliding. A severed sword tip flew out from where the two men fought, spun in the air for a while, and pierced into another place.

Hawkeye cut off about one-fifth of the swordsman's longsword. Hawkeye had just grabbed it and was aiming for his opponent's weapon.

As long as the sword lives, the man lives; when the sword dies, the man dies. In a true swordsmanship match, this statement is no joke. A swordsman's entire strength lies in the sword in his hand. As long as he hasn't reached the state where everything is "sword," a broken sword is like being disarmed.

"Impossible. My sword..." The previously free and easy swordsman was gone, his pale face revealed a bit of embarrassment. He stood there in a daze, muttering to himself.

Finally, the swordsman rushed forward as if he had gone mad, using the same swordsmanship as before.

"Stupid! If you are not sure of winning, never use the same sword technique a second time in front of a swordsman. Didn't your master teach you this?" Hawkeye said with disdain.

The swordsman's mind was no longer able to think about so many things at this moment. He suddenly accelerated, and when he was less than five meters away from Hawkeye, the distance between him and Hawkeye seemed to disappear. The next moment, the silver light of 683 Manwu had already eroded Hawkeye, and the swordsman couldn't help but smile triumphantly.

The sword tip was almost touching the corner of Hawkeye's clothes. The swordsman looked up at Hawkeye. He wanted to appreciate Hawkeye's panic-stricken look.

However, it didn't happen. All that was seen in the swordsman's eyes was endless indifference and calmness.

The images in the upper left and lower right corners of the big screen in the stadium were frozen, and the expressions of the two people were placed there in close-ups.

This is the most direct comparison. Even people who don’t know much about swords know that the outcome of this match has been decided at this point.

Hawkeye suddenly raised his left hand. No one knew how he did it in the endless sword curtain, but the blade of the small dagger in Hawkeye's left hand was against the broken end of the swordsman's long sword.

As if hitting a rewind button, the swordsman's spreading curtain of swords quickly converged, becoming just one sword. Without the curtain of swords, without the change, the blocked longsword became completely harmless.

The dagger found the right opportunity and cut into the broken part. The swordsman's broken sword was broken into two pieces in the middle, breaking off one after another and falling to the ground, leaving only a bare hilt in the swordsman's hand.

Things definitely can't let go like this, Hawkeye plans to teach the swordsman a lesson he will never forget.

"Let me tell you today what a swordsman is."

Hawkeye's sword changed from its previous "power" to become "swift". As Hawkeye swung his sword, invisible streams of light shot across the swordsman's body.

Hawkeye chopped off all the things the swordsman used to decorate himself, including long sleeves, accessories, and hair accessories. His dress-like clothes turned into holes. It's better for a swordsman to keep it simple. Why dress so ostentatiously? Hawkeye was very satisfied with the swordsman's appearance at this moment.

This was because Hawkeye was holding back and did not use his sword skills again, and there was no mosaic on the big screen in the stadium again.

"Your actions bring shame to all swordsmen."

Hawkeye finished speaking, and the punishment he gave to the swordsman also arrived.

It was a completely different sword move from Hawkeye's usual style, but it was very similar to the move the swordsman had just used, but Hawkeye had omitted many unnecessary elements. It was simple and direct, each sword strike aimed directly at the opponent's weak spot, rather than pursuing a simple aesthetic.

The skin and flesh were cut cleanly and neatly. After Hawkeye retracted his attack, the wounds burst open at the same time. Wounds of varying depths covered the swordsman's body, and blood flowed out from the wounds.

But Hawkeye still has a point. First, he didn't kill anyone, and second, he didn't leave anyone disabled. As for the extra wounds on his face, for a man, more scars are what make him more manly.

Well, Hawkeye definitely did it on purpose.

"Also, can you just desecrate the goddess?"

At this moment, Hawkeye realized his original intention of beating up the other party.

A sword light pierced through the air, and the air was split with an explosive sound.

Forty meters of sword energy can cut people down. Hawkeye is ready to cut people in two if he doesn't agree with you.

The emcee was so frightened that he shouted "Spare his life", but it turned out to be a false alarm.

Hawkeye's last sword fell on the swordsman's head and finally stopped on the swordsman's head.

It was hard to imagine that a 40-meter-long sword energy, with the momentum to pierce the sky, could coexist peacefully with the swordsman's head. The sword energy only took away all the hair on the swordsman's head, turning it into a Mediterranean.

When Hawkeye struck the sword at close range, the swordsman lost consciousness. As Hawkeye retracted the sword held above his head, the swordsman fell straight down.

"The victory of this match belongs to the true swordsman." The host's voice sounded, announcing Hawkeye's victory.

The audience cheered the moment the result was announced, especially the male audience, who were also unhappy with this showy swordsman. Hawkeye really vented their anger for them.

However, these male viewers did not realize that Hawkeye's appearance is not comparable to that of ordinary people. After the swordsman was defeated, Hawkeye, who has both strength and appearance, successfully won over those female fans.

So the class enemy did not fall, it was just replaced.

Of course, when the audience had vented their anger and came to their senses, they suddenly remembered something.

"Hey, did I hear correctly? Hawkeye just mentioned the goddess."

"What's the eagle's eyes? The empathetic Yihua Jianhao understands."

"It's not hallucination, I heard it too. Hua Jianhao said that blasphemy against the goddess is forbidden. Could it be that he has feelings for the goddess?"

"Ghost, that bastard Hua Jianhao is not going to use the Shanjierenyi sword technique on the goddess. Damn it, I can't kill him."

Hawkeye didn't know what was happening in the audience, but this discussion was not only happening in the audience.

After returning to the players' lounge, Hawkeye noticed that many people's eyes had changed when they looked at him. Some were encouraging, some were wary, some were hostile, and there were many other complex expressions that were hard to describe...

What the hell is this? The previous winners didn’t get this kind of treatment.

It wasn't until Shanks and Beckman started teasing him with winks that Hawkeye realized what the problem was.

Too much talk leads to mistakes. Hawkeye rarely talks too much, but he caused a lot of trouble.

Hawkeye regretted it so much at this moment. He would rather stab the swordsman to death with one sword.

After thinking about it, Hawkeye glanced at the people in the lounge and declared war.

Draw your swords, gentlemen, the goddess is mine.

"I'm not targeting anyone. I'm saying that no one here is allowed to blaspheme the goddess."

Chapter 702 Two Mutes

People will indeed let themselves go after they choose to throw in the towel.

Qin Luo, who had been secretly observing the others in the lounge from the corner, was also stunned by Hawkeye's "unrestrained" behavior. His pair of yellow-orange fish eyes were wide open. If the people around him hadn't been paying attention to him, he might have been exposed.

Qin Luo couldn't imagine that the Hawkeye in front of him would become like that later, with a Sima face all year round, as if the whole world owed him money.