Pirates' Max Level System

Despite having a huge advantage, Doflamingo used frequent attacks to hinder Scissorman's movements, forcing him to passively defend. Doflamingo was not prepared to give his opponent any time to breathe.

The real dirty tricks are those wrapped in armed color domineering hidden among the many attacks. The injuries on the Scissor Man are all caused by these, and the injuries in turn increase the physical consumption of the Scissor Man.

It took some time for Doflamingo to wear down his opponent.

Throughout the match, Doflamingo wore a smile. But those who knew him well knew that a smiling Doflamingo was the most dangerous. Having encountered his natural enemy, he would not let him go.

Chapter 748: "Battle of the Basics"

The Scissor Man did not appear suddenly. Doflamingo's men must have collected the battle information of his previous matches, and he himself had also seen it.

Obviously, Doflamingo didn't take it seriously, otherwise Qin Luo couldn't think of the reason why the Scissor Man could survive until now. Even if the Scissor Man could make it into the top 16, the Don Quixote family had a hundred ways to make him disappear.

Only when he actually encounters it and suffers losses, will Doflamingo realize how painful it is to have his abilities restrained.

Don't disbelieve in fate, look at Enel who calls himself a god. Isn't the Thunder Fruit amazing? Isn't awakening the Observation Haki amazing?

But even this boss who was incredibly powerful in the first half of the Grand Line, because of his ability restraint and the protagonist's halo, was still beaten to the point of being unable to take care of himself by Luffy, who had just left the Novice Village.

Throughout the match, Doflamingo looked relaxed, but the fact that his ego had forced him to grind his way past his opponent spoke volumes. Doflamingo's embarrassment was masked behind a false smile. Sweat and the aches of overexertion permeated every part of his body.

Doflamingo wouldn't kill Scissorman outright. It's no secret that Devil Fruits reappear in the world in the form of fruits after the user dies, and Doflamingo certainly knows that.

After today, the Scissor Fruit that restrains Doflamingo will definitely be valued by his enemies.

Therefore, for Doflamingo, the best option is to imprison the Scissor Man in some unknown corner so that he will never be a threat to him in his lifetime.

Doflamingo's vengeance never fades, so as soon as the match was over, he immediately ordered his men to prepare to attack the Scissor Man. But for some reason, Qin Luo always felt that Doflamingo would not get his way.

The drawbacks of prematurely determining the match order are causing organizers considerable frustration. The real action is often relegated to the back of the pack, resulting in a somewhat bland performance. The audience expected nearly an hour of intense, intense fighting, and the first two matches clearly didn't even live up to their expectations.

The tournament organizers should really thank Doflamingo, and presenting him with a banner wouldn't be too much. Without Doflamingo's "tough" battle, it wouldn't be impossible for all four matches to be over in the morning.

The match between Hawkeye and Beckman was postponed to the afternoon. Indeed, two members of the Red Hair Pirates had already clashed in the quarterfinals, and one of them was destined to be eliminated in the round of 16.

Hawkeye represents Cherno, but with his inseparable association with Shanks and Beckman, it's hard not to mistake him for a member of the Red Hair Pirates. The Red Hair Pirates' three greatest warriors easily made it to the Round 16, while other factions fought tooth and nail to capture a single one. It would be strange if they weren't jealous.

It can be said that some smart guys had already guessed that this situation would occur, so they laid the groundwork when arranging the battle order at the very beginning.

This match is undoubtedly the most anticipated. Aside from the competition, the three players are practically glued together, their close relationship practically unmatched, yet they wind up drawing swords against each other. This is the kind of scenario audiences love to watch.

The game hasn't even started yet, but the discussion about Hawkeye, Beckman, and Shanks has already reached a fever pitch.

such as.

How does Shanks play both sides?

Among the three of them, who is the mistress?

Who will be the top and who will be the bottom between Beckman and Hawkeye?

These are all historical problems.

To be honest, Qin Luo was also a little curious. It was pure curiosity. Whether Qin Luo was straight or gay, the three women beside him knew it.

What Qin Luo was curious about was why Hawkeye later parted ways with the Red Hair Pirates, one became one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, and the other became one of the Four Emperors in the New World.

Hawkeye distanced himself from Shanks on the grounds that he had "no interest in fighting someone who had lost an arm." Regardless of whether others believed it or not, Qin Luo didn't believe it. Hawkeye's words were full of tsundere flavor.

Sometimes Qin Luo even wondered if Hawkeye was just another revolutionary fighter who had infiltrated the enemy. It had to be said that this was very Shichibukai-esque.

The two protagonists of the game, Hawkeye and Beckman, were not affected by the public discussion and entered the arena together.

"Although there was a match like this before, I was still a little excited when I walked onto the field." Beckman showed a hint of excitement on his face.

"Likewise, I can't wait any longer." Hawkeye wiped the sword.

"I've been wanting to beat you up in public for a long time." They said at the same time.

"With your brain, it's almost enough to repay me."

"Hmph, you bastard who only knows how to play dirty, I'm going to chop you down this time."

Each holding a weapon, Hawkeye and Beckman glared at each other through gritted teeth, refusing to admit defeat. If it weren't for the fact that the match hadn't even begun, each would have been ready to strike the other in the head with their weapons.

Emmm...

The tone of the painting is a bit off; shouldn't they be sympathetic and comforting each other? These two are usually so aloof, but now they're biting each other like mad dogs. Everyone expressed that they had a serious misunderstanding of the relationship between Beckman and Hawkeye.

The emcee certainly wouldn't bother interrupting Beckman and Hawkeye's love-hate relationship; he might even be enjoying it, hoping for something more dramatic. As the game began, the prepared "bomb" exploded.

Beckman's rifle fired a bullet, sparks flying, glancing at Hawkeye's hair, sweeping away a few strands. Without holding back, Beckman aimed the first shot at his head. If Hawkeye hadn't subconsciously tilted his head to the right, the "watermelon juice" would have been splattered all over the floor.

After walking on the edge of death, Hawkeye did not react at all. His body turned into an arrow, and the cross sword in his hand drew a cold blade light with sword energy, cutting Beckman in half.

Hawkeye also did not hold back, or perhaps such battles were commonplace for the two of them.

Having failed to initiate the attack, Beckman knew Hawkeye would inevitably close in. He wasn't just any 3.5mm gunner who would sit back and wait to be slaughtered. Seeing the incoming slash, Beckman fell back at a 30-degree angle to the ground, dodging the chopping blow.

Hawkeye attempted a mid-swing change, switching his horizontal sword strike to a diagonal downward thrust. Beckman's response was even quicker than Hawkeye's. As he fell, he swung his rifle in his hand and fired a shot at the cross sword.

The Armament Haki attached to the bullet and the sword shattered simultaneously, the immense force threatening to send the greatsword careening away. Hawkeye, clinging to the sword, flew backward several meters with it. Beckman, seizing the perfect moment, leaped high and delivered a gift kick to Hawkeye.

Light reaction cannot achieve this level of response. Beckman had prepared a series of responses in his mind in advance.

Beckman and Hawkeye, one is smart in hitting the ground, the other is sharp in attacking. Currently, Beckman has a slight advantage.

Chapter 749: Battle of Spears and Swords

To put it bluntly, this game touched the hearts of countless people.

On the one hand, facing the Red Hair Pirates who rose like a meteor, Shanks, Beckman and Hawkeye were the most popular.

Sometimes, one can't help but wonder, excluding Shanks as the captain, who is the second-in-command on the ship, Beckman or Hawkeye? Obviously, the outcome of the match will determine this question. The one with the strongest fist comes first; that's an indisputable conclusion, isn't it?

In addition, the battle between guns and swords is also a huge topic. The battle between muskets and swords has a long history.

Looking around, in the world of pirates, it seems that high-end combat power is basically monopolized by Devil Fruit users, swordsmen, and fighters such as the Six Styles of the Navy, while masters of other abilities can only occupy a very small proportion.

But if you really count everyone, sword and musket wielders are overwhelmingly the most numerous, practically overwhelming. The musket, a hot weapon, is strong in the early stages, while the sword, a cold weapon, is strong in the later stages. However, they both share one thing in common: a charm bonus for their wielder.

Being strong is a question for the future, but being handsome is a lifelong thing.

Strong musketeers are rare, and Beckmann is the only one to reach the round of 16. In a sense, Beckmann is truly the hope of the entire village.

If even the spectators act like this, how could the two parties involved not care?

As the saying goes, there's no first in literature, no second in martial arts. Beckman and Hawkeye were both holding their breath. Proving themselves, perhaps unwilling to fall behind. Otherwise, why would Hawkeye, someone determined to become the world's greatest swordsman, frequently spar with Beckman? It wasn't like they were just practicing slicing bullets with their swords, was it?

Friendship first, competition second—that's easy to say. Only children make choices. Beckman and Hawkeye said they want it all.

After one round of fighting, Beckman had a slight advantage, and the musket users in the audience were already in an early New Year's atmosphere, cheering and shouting continuously.

"You idiot using a sword? I can blow your head off with a single bullet from 300 meters away. Eat your ass."

"Only barbarians use cold weapons. A sweaty day of training is worth less than a volley of bullets."

"You guys are so shameless! When I get close to you, you guys with guns should kneel down and call me grandpa."

The emcee found that this was a game where he didn't need to liven up the atmosphere at all. He didn't have to say anything, as a fight was about to break out in the audience.

Hawkeye rubbed his right waist, and the pain from it calmed him down. After all, it was covered with Armament Haki. It looked like just a scratch, but the pain was much greater than he had imagined.

"Calm down, calm down. Don't follow the other party's rhythm. Don't be impatient, otherwise you will fall into a trap."

Thinking of his previous experience fighting with Beckman, Hawkeye kept reminding himself in his heart.

He swung the cross sword in his hands, holding it upright in front of him, and slowly moved towards Beckman. He knew Beckman would not try to distance himself like other musketeers.

Hawkeye's understanding of Beckman was correct, and Beckman stood still, lighting a cigar and waiting for Hawkeye's arrival. But Beckman also knew Hawkeye's psychology well. Beckman had his own ideas, and he considered his close-quarters marksmanship to be unmatched.

When the distance between two people is close enough, that distance has lost its practical significance.

Hawkeye seemed to be motionless, but he had already completed a round of slashing. The sword energy approached Beckman's eyes, and the wind from the sword blew his braid tied at the back.

Beckman made a noise, but Hawkeye couldn't help but want to take action, as usual.

A dark purple-black aura of Armament Haki instantly spread across Beckman's right side. With a jerk of his body, the muzzle of his rifle aimed at the incoming sword energy, emitting a flash of gunpowder.

There was a sound of metal breaking, and the broken sword energy splashed everywhere, creating sparks on Beckman's Armament Haki.

Hawkeye's rhythm wasn't going to end so easily. The two were familiar opponents, so there was no need for warm-up or testing the waters. From the start, they were going to go for it.

In a flash, Hawkeye appeared to Beckmann's left, his cold sword slashing silently. However, halfway through, the rifle that had just fired a shot had somehow blocked it.

The sound of "clang, clang, clang" continued as Hawkeye launched countless sword shadows, but Beckman always managed to block them with the barrel of his rifle without a single leak. With the presence of Armament Haki, the rifle had the ability to withstand a greatsword.

Of course, this situation couldn't last long, unless Beckman wanted his rifle to become a fire poker.

The reckless sword energy fragments had left Beckman with numerous small new wounds on his arms, and in return, he would occasionally use Martin's shoes to give Hawkeye a few sharp blows during the chaos. The two were equally matched, neither gaining the upper hand.

Both men could sense the rifle's limits. Suddenly, Hawkeye, in the shadow of the sword, took small steps back half a meter, then swung the cross-shaped greatsword behind him and slashed with it.

The sword energy was so predatory, so unstoppable. If Beckman tried to intercept it with his rifle, he would only be cut off by both the rifle and the sword.

The bullet in the rifle collided with the tip of the sword again after a long time.

Rifles have a long range and great power, but they suffer from a fatal flaw: they can only fire one round at a time. Even the modified rifle in Beckman's hands only has one more round of ammunition than a normal rifle.

Having forced out the remaining bullet in the rifle, Hawkeye seemed to be able to do whatever he wanted.

Was this Hawkeye's plan? Seizing the initiative in the rhythm and forcing the opponent to retreat? It seemed to be working. Beckman sneered as he watched Hawkeye change his stance and lunge forward.

The sword tip seemed to be touching Beckman's nose. If it weren't for the armor with armed color domineering, Beckman would have been sliced ​​into pieces by the sword energy.

This scene was captured and frozen on the screen. The entire stadium was boiling, and countless restless hearts rose and fell with this knife.

In reality, the situation was far less dangerous than the audience imagined. Beckman and Hawkeye could have stopped immediately if they had wanted to. They were simply competing for superiority, not a life-and-death struggle. This level of competition was simply the norm in their combat history.

The gunshots were strange and sudden, and Beckman's rifle was clearly out of bullets.

A dark bullet shot out from beneath Beckman's feet. Don't think Beckman really did nothing during the standoff just now. He had a small rifle quietly placed at his feet, and at the critical moment, he pulled the trigger with his foot.

Hawkeye instinctively fell back as the bullet grazed his cheek, taking away his right eyebrow.

Chapter 750: Hard to Determine the Winner

The loss of half of Beckman's right eyebrow and the burn the size of half a finger caused by the bullet were the consequences of his shot.

"What a pity." Countless musketeers shouted silently in their hearts.

They marveled at Beckman's brilliant shot, wondering if a gun could be used this way. At the same time, they cursed Hawkeye, calling him a monster. On top of that, they wondered how sharp his reflexes must be to dodge such a tricky bullet.

If Beckman and Hawkeye knew what the audience was thinking, they'd probably respond with something unusual. That shot was, at best, a moderate one, a common occurrence in their previous sparring sessions.

So Beckman didn't seem surprised or disappointed at all. Hawkeye wasn't an easy opponent to defeat. If he could force Hawkeye to change his tactics mid-game, Beckman would have achieved his goal.

The thrilling exchange of offense and defense took place in a split second. Feeling the heat of the bullet dissipate, Hawkeye immediately stopped, twisting his body slightly, and shifting his backward movement to a backward one. The cross sword in his hand, after less than half a second, continued its advance towards Beckman.

The same attack, but the situation is slightly different from before. Now he is facing a prepared Beckman.

Beckman tried to move his body as far to the left as possible in the half second he had. The yellow corset tied around his waist melted under the sword's energy.

The sword energy swirled from this thrust was even more powerful than expected, and it seemed to continue to erode. However, it met with stubborn resistance when it struck Beckman's coat. Beckman mobilized all of his Armament Haki, applying it to his coat and skin, forming two defensive circles.

The sword's energy flew by like a fleeting stream, never pausing for a moment. With the sharp sound of metal cutting, a streak of sparks flew from the point where the sword's edge made contact with Beckman's body.

The first layer of Armament Haki shattered with a soft crack, revealing his shirt and tearing it open. Only one layer of Armament Haki stood between Beckman and the sword. Without it, Beckman would have to test the sharpness of Hawkeye's sword with his own flesh and blood.

That damned breaking sound still occurred, at the last moment when the attack was about to end. Beckman's right waist was cut open, and blood was flowing out of the wound.

Sword energy emanated from the cross-shaped greatsword, passing behind Beckman. The uncontrolled sword energy began to reveal its ferocious side. A crack in the ground began half a meter behind Beckman and extended all the way outside the ring.

The subsequent changes happened so quickly that no one else could react before the sword energy had already extended to them.

A spectator in the front row, seeing the crack stop right before his feet, felt his heart skip a beat and nearly died. Just one step away, another person had nearly completed the introductory quest for the Sunflower Manual.

Beckman and Hawkeye locked eyes, the butt of their rifles firmly pressed against the advancing greatsword. Both men gritted their teeth as they wrestled. Ultimately, Beckman emerged victorious, pushing the greatsword aside. Hawkeye had expended too much energy on the thrust, feeling a sense of utter exhaustion before his own strength returned.

Only then did Beckman have time to check his wounds. It wasn't a big deal. After using the tattered corset as a bandage to fix the bleeding buff, Beckman said he could fight for another hundred years.

Calmly replaying the memory just now, Beckman found that he had underestimated Hawkeye's injury, which was the main cause of the waist wound.

"Have you made any progress recently?"

"Of course, if there is pressure, we will naturally make progress." Facing Beckman's question, Hawkeye answered very calmly.

"No wonder, you can do it. I'm optimistic about you."

"I accept your good words."

Without warning, the two players on the court started chatting and gossiping. You couldn't imagine that just a moment ago, these two were fighting tooth and nail for victory.