Pirates' Max Level System

Fantasy is full, but reality is very skinny. Qin Luo found that there was something wrong with this opponent.

On the way to the competition venue, the War Ghost kept looking at the large vat of seawater. The disappointment that accidentally revealed on his face made Qin Luo conclude that the bad things he encountered on the road were related to this War Ghost.

Only when he stood still on the ring did Qin Luo carefully look at his opponent.

A samurai, clad in wine-red full-body armor, a red and white demon mask fused with the armor. He carried a snake spear at his back and a katana at his waist, reminiscent of the demon generals of ancient Japanese battlefields.

A strong smell of blood and murderous intent emanated from this set of equipment. Qin Luo had thought that this person was just seeking fame and reputation, but it turned out that he was just relying on his equipment to achieve his fame.

This is a sure thing. Facing such an opponent, even if Tsunade is the reincarnation of the goddess of misfortune, Qin Luo doesn't think he will lose.

The battle began. The War Ghost drew his katana and held it with both hands, shouting majestically, "Enemy general, please state your name. The Seventh War Ghost will not kill an unknown person with his sword."

This has always been War Ghost's custom. He was quite popular for a while during the points competition, and now you can still see people imitating his lines.

But this time, the War Ghost encountered a "mute" who couldn't even handle the emcee. Facing such a guy, Qin Luo's way of dealing with him was to give him a caring look for the mentally retarded and let him understand it on his own.

Zhan Gui was turned away, and Qin Luo had no intention of paying any attention to him. He just smashed the water tank behind him with a palm.

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The water tank burst, and the seawater flowed back, automatically gathering around Qin Luo. In the eyes of others, Ebizo was like a priest under the sea god at this moment.

Feeling the pressure from the front, Zhan Gui disregarded his pride and took the initiative to attack. The only way he could think of to deal with the seawater was to prevent Ebizo from taking control.

"Wave Slash."

The War Ghost stepped on the armor condensed from the sea water. Under Qin Luo's incredible gaze, the sea water was obediently split in two by the samurai sword. The samurai sword was not hindered at all, and the sharp blade slashed towards Ebizo's neck.

With a clang, the katana was blocked by Ebizo's staff. He hadn't imagined there was a sword technique created specifically for splitting the sea, but it was impossible to pull it off so easily.

The war ghost was not discouraged after being shaken away, but took the opportunity to launch a violent attack.

The snake spear behind him was taken away by the war ghost, who held the knife in his right hand and the spear in his left hand.

As swords and spears clashed, Ebizo's seawater armor was as defenseless as air, and every blow would poke a hole in it.

Ebizo's body was not very agile, and he barely blocked most of the attacks with the help of his Zen staff while moving left and right.

The MC rubbed his eyes vigorously to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. Just moments after the commentary had predicted Ebizo's victory, he was instantly suppressed. Even a slap in the face came too quickly. Why was he being so mysterious?

"Hmm..." Even the eloquent emcee was speechless for a moment.

Chapter 713: Young

I thought that the big devil Ebizo would dominate the entire game.

But from what corner had this brave warrior emerged? Could this war ghost really defeat the Demon King? Even those who weren't paying attention to this match were stunned.

In their eyes, Zhan Gui's Wave-Treading Slash is simply Ebizo's nemesis.

If Zhan Gui succeeds, Ebizo will become the shortest-lived demon king. He debuted at the peak, and fell at the peak. He was eliminated after less than four days of bragging. It's really shameful.

This kind of script is exciting just thinking about it.

Will everything happen as these people think?

Only the two of them knew the true situation during the battle. The War Ghost's offensive was still sharp, but for Qin Luo, it was already at the end of its strength. That slight advantage could be wiped out by Qin Luo at any time.

While the tactic of "a random punch can kill a master" is a cliché, it doesn't mean it's useless. The fact that it's still around today proves its effectiveness. As long as you're reckless and resolute enough, nothing is impossible.

But the shortcomings of this tactic are equally obvious.

The first attack was full of energy, the second was weaker, and the third was exhausted. When the war ghost stopped, Qin Luo would tell him what cruelty was.

The War Ghost's attack split the seawater around Ebizo into petals, like a flower bud about to bloom. However, when the attack ended, the split seawater would be brought back into Ebizo's control.

An indescribable nausea filled Zhan Gui's heart. His Wave Slash was effective, but his attacks were ineffective. The clumsy Ebizo always managed to dodge his attacks, or else they were blocked by the Zen staff, never actually hitting Ebizo.

The emcee was not panicked at all at this moment, and there was no such thing as a slap in the face.

"War Ghost's attacks are extremely powerful. If it were an ordinary opponent, they might not even be able to hold out for ten seconds."

The emcee generously praised Zhan Gui. His strength was obvious to all, and the audience knew it. But remember, Zhan Gui's attack had lasted nearly a minute. It was in this contrast that Ebizo's terrifying power was truly apparent.

Sure enough, the host continued.

"Unfortunately, the opponent facing Contestant Zhan Gui is not just an ordinary foe, but a great demon king. Contestant Zhan Gui's attacks have yet to produce any substantial effect. If this continues, it will be very disadvantageous to him."

The host's words were not random. The War Ghost's attacks became more and more anxious, and the huge consumption of physical strength also made his movements gradually slow down.

The battle that was almost equivalent to chronic death made Zhan Gui somewhat desperate. This was different from what he had imagined. Shouldn't this killer move be Tian Ke Hai Lao Zang's?

From madness to confusion, then back to determination, countless thoughts flashed through Zhan Gui's mind in just a second. He mobilized all the remaining strength in his body, ready to fight to the death.

A streak of silver light shot up into the sky, and the water around Ebizo was like a bursting balloon. Wherever the silver light passed, the water receded. And within this silver light, a tiny light flashed in front of Ebizo in the blink of an eye.

The thrown spear was hidden by the War Ghost in the slash. If Ebizo only paid attention to the slash, the spear would become a deadly poisonous snake and pierce through Ebizo's neck.

War Ghost's actions could not be hidden from the old hands present.

Insidious? No, no, no. Speaking of insidious, any pirate present could do better than War Ghost. In a sea where deception is commonplace, such tactics could deceive no one.

"What a pity, the War Ghost contestant is still a little too young."

Just as the host said, this seventh-generation war ghost, the heir of a certain family, only has inheritance and moves, but is no match for Ebizo in terms of strength and experience.

If the Wave Slash had been saved for last, used at a crucial moment, it might have yielded a good result. But right now, this kind of sneak attack was like playing house.

With a "bang", the spear was knocked to the ground by Ebizo's Zen stick while flying. After retreating more than ten steps, the slashing attack was also resolved by Ebizo.

The panting War Ghost vaguely saw Ebizo smile at him, as if mocking his arrogance.

The split sea water instantly turned into the sea monster's hunting tentacles, surrounding the war ghost from all directions.

War Ghost wanted to resist, not wanting to be the tentacle's plaything at all, but his body was more honest than his attitude. With a symbolic swing of his right hand, the tentacle knocked the katana down.

The activated sea water stuck to the war ghost, and the tentacles wrapped around his limbs again and again.

The war ghost can't escape, Ebizo is getting closer step by step...

"It's a shame that the scenario of defeating the Great Devil didn't happen. War Ghost did well enough, but we have to admit that the gap in strength between the two sides is enormous. However, youth is an asset, and War Ghost still has plenty of time to improve."

The host said this without fear of offending anyone. The result of the battle was very clear. The war ghost had no strength to fight again.

Finally, the emcee added, "It's shameful to desert. But sometimes it's also very important to recognize the gap. At least it can save you some pain."

The emcee was clearly telling Zhan Gui to give up. But how could a young man know pain without hitting a wall?

During the violent struggle, the ghost mask fell off, revealing a young and gloomy face.

Possessing such strength at the age of twenty, even with the family's resources, would be enough to make one proud. Unfortunately, there were too many monsters like Red Hair, Hawkeye, and Doflamingo at the martial arts tournament, making him seem like nothing.

"Let me go. If you have the guts, take off your turtle shell and..." The rest of Zhan Gui's words were blocked as a seawater tentacle was stuffed into his mouth.

Not convinced? Okay, I, Qin, specializes in handling all kinds of dissatisfaction.

Qin Luo has been dodging the attacks of the War Ghost for a while now, and it was all for now. Last night, Qin Luo promised Tsunade that if he could defeat his opponent with one move, he would defeat him with one move.

The seawater encircling the War Ghost surged and coalesced, as if he were held in the hand of a giant. The remaining waters formed the other half of the sea giant.

The sea giant raised its right hand high, and the arm part made of sea water spun violently, turning into a whirlpool.

With this push, the sea giant's fist hit the war ghost.

The strong wind driven by the fist made the war ghost's skin hurt, and his eyes opened wide.

I'll die, I'll die, if I get hit by this fist. This thought couldn't help but pop up in War Ghost's mind, the fear of death filling his brain. He regretted it, but now he didn't even have the chance to surrender.

The moment the fist approached, War Ghost lost consciousness and fainted from fear. War Ghost would never have thought that after he fainted, the sea giant would shatter like foam.

Chapter 714: Magic Lock Starks

There are many people in history who have been frightened to death, but the Seventh Generation War Ghost is the first one to faint in front of so many people live. It is not easy to be the first person in history like this, it is really embarrassing.

In the VIP room in the city wall area, several old men left angrily.

I thought this martial arts tournament would be the best opportunity for the family heir to make a name for himself. In the end, he gained fame, but what did this unlucky kid do in the end?

On the one hand, they were in a hurry to clean up the mess left by the "Seventh Generation War Ghost". On the other hand, if they didn't leave now, they would have more acquaintances later and they couldn't afford to lose face. At the same time, a group of old men from the War Ghost family secretly held a grudge against Ebizo.

As the saying goes, more debts are better than more burdens. Qin Luo didn't feel a bit of hatred at all. If he wasn't envied, he was a mediocre person. This little hatred was just a drizzle. Qin Luo actually hoped that these guys could bring him some fun.

The biggest advantage of the top 32 matches is that it concentrates the schedules of Qin Luo and others into one day, and the last match of the day happens to be the turn of the face king Shanks.

Shanks finally had a decent opponent this time. He was as happy as a monkey who picked up a banana. He was completely overjoyed.

"Next up is the final match of the day, which I've been looking forward to for a while. I'd like to invite Shanks and Starks."

The whole audience cheered, and they did not hesitate to applaud for the upcoming battle.

There is no need to say much about Shanks, and his opponent Starks also emerged from the auditions. Like Shanks, he is a dark horse among dark horses and is considered a strong contender for the top 16.

But now, these two players will meet in advance in the qualifying match for the top 32.

While everyone felt sorry for the two, they also felt their blood boiling. It was as if the finals had already begun.

"Captain Shanks of the Red Hair Pirates."

"Starks of the North Sea Magic Chain Mercenary Group."

The two people who were about to fight exchanged names and then looked at each other, waiting for the game to begin.

Starks was a tall, thin man dressed in punk clothes, with several metal rings on his tank top and tights. His non-mainstream hairstyle was like a hedgehog. If he added a nose ring, he would be exactly like the biker gang thug Qin Luo remembered.

Starks is also a superhuman Devil Fruit user, and his highly developed Chain Fruit allows him to dominate the mercenary battlefields of the North Sea. This martial arts tournament has indeed attracted many masters of the mercenary world.

"Starks, this is the real battle. I have been waiting for this moment for a long time." Shanks said sincerely, and a little bit of fighting spirit was aroused in him.

"Ha, are you stupid? What's there to be excited about in this fight? With our strength, we should definitely make it to the top 32, but now one of us has to fall here. It must be the organizers' fault. These black-hearted guys can't be trusted."

Starks rolled his eyes at Shanks and said helplessly with his hands flipped over.

"Perhaps, but a truly strong person won't lose victory because of these factors. The reason you can't advance is simply that you're not strong enough."

A gust of wind blew, and Shanks's straw hat was flipped over and hung around his neck, and his cloak was blown up. His right thumb gently pushed the long sword out of the scabbard, and his eyes opened, as sharp as a sword.

"There are guys like you among the pirates. That's perfect. I'll take you in as one of the top 32."

There was a "ping pong pong" sound, and four chains fell from Starks' hands. In terms of fighting spirit, he was not lacking at all.

The moment the game whistle sounded, Shanks was like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath, running towards the opponent.

Starks retreated slowly, his abilities not suited to a head-on confrontation with Shanks. Only with more room for maneuver could he truly unleash his abilities.

The four chains were in Starks' hands as if they were his own arms. The flying chains met Shanks and entangled with him.

The chains kept coming at him from all angles, forcing Shanks to fight back with his sword. The distance between him and Starks was fixed at between twenty and twenty-five meters and could not be shortened.

The difficulty of the chains lies in the frequency of the four chains forming a dense attack network, leaving Shanks no chance to breathe. If this stalemate continues, Shanks' physical exhaustion will definitely be much greater than Starks's.

Years of experience in various battlefields make all of Starks' tactics and attack methods practical and efficient.

As for being ugly? Shameless?

For Starks, none of this matters. As long as he wins in the end, who cares how he got there?

Shanks couldn't just sit there and wait for death. As he also had rich combat experience, he quickly found a way to break the deadlock.

Beneath the seemingly dense and untraceable attack network, the chains' movement patterns displayed a strange pattern. It seemed Starks exploited this pattern to launch such a large-scale continuous attack with such ease.

Grasping the pattern, the numerous chains returned to their original appearance in Shanks' eyes. Just like a slow-motion replay, the four chains moved exactly as Shanks had expected.

Changing his cautious defensive stance, Shanks slashed out with two fierce sword strikes.

The four chains were knocked back at the same time, the blade hit two of them, the tip of the blade picked up one, and the handle hit another.

Even Starks thought to himself that it was amazing.

"You are very strong to be able to find a way to crack it so quickly," Starks said.

Shanks grinned, "This is the kind of fight I want. Your 840 is more than that, right? Come on."

Shanks responded with a mysterious smile from Starks.

Shanks immediately realized that something was wrong. Any omission in the battle would lead to a big mistake.

The chain that Shanks had knocked away turned an incredible right angle in the air and continued to attack him from behind. When he turned around, the strong wind brought by the chain almost hit Shanks' face.

"Dong, dong, dong," four chains pierced through the ground and went deep into the ground. Shanks dodged the attack with several somersaults, but as a price, his cape was torn off by the chains and shattered into pieces.

"Huh, we really can't be careless at all."

Shanks, who had dodged the attack, scratched his head and exclaimed, "I'm lucky." At the same time, he realized that simply knocking the chains away wouldn't work; they had to be cut.