One Piece: King of the World from White Town

When Abel took back the knife, he immediately admitted bitterly that he had lost and was not as skilled as his opponent.

Then the third, fourth, fifth...

In a blink of an eye, Abel has won five consecutive games.

And each time he only strikes with one blow, which not only cuts off the opponent's weapon, but also stops at the opponent's vital point just right.

It is obvious that he has mastered his own strength to the highest level of perfection.

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

Before we knew it, more and more people were gathering here.

There are also some real warriors among them.

After seeing Abel's swordsmanship, they couldn't help but change their expressions. They couldn't understand where this young man with such accomplishments came from? Why did he have to provoke their Iron Nation?

Do you want to become famous by riding on the reputation of the Iron Country?

It's not impossible.

When thinking of this, many warriors felt a lot of pressure in their hearts.

It doesn’t matter if you lose, but someone must win.

"Good swordsmanship, let me do it!"

A 1-meter-tall man walked out from the crowd.

The crowd started to stir.

"It's actually Lord Rikkaku?!"

"Great, with Lord Li Jiao's help, we are sure to win this time."

"Come on, Lord Rijiao, teach this ignorant brat a lesson!"

……

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

To be able to reach the level of a jonin, talent and hard work are absolutely indispensable.

It even takes some luck.

After all, in every war, many geniuses have been killed before they grow up.

So no matter which country it is, the Jonin are an absolutely scarce combat resource, have a certain status and rights, and will be respected by all villagers.

Comparing this to a small country like the Iron Kingdom, one can imagine how high the status of Li Jiao is!

In the eyes of many people, as long as Lord Li Jiao is willing to take action, the other party will definitely be defeated.

Although Rijiao himself is not so arrogant, he does not think he will lose.

There was no way. The previous few matches were all over with one move, and he couldn't see what kind of strength Abel was.

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

"Your knife is still okay. It belongs to me."

"Insanity!"

Li Jiao showed displeasure and immediately prepared to teach the other party a lesson that he would never forget.

So he assumed the posture of Iai Slash.

Swordsmanship: Iai Slash!

Swish!

Iai Slash is actually a slash with the sword, which requires unexpected speed and explosive power.

There was clearly still a distance of several meters between the two of them, but the moment Rikkaku drew his sword, he immediately came in front of Abel.

But something unbelievable happened to him.

Just as he was about to draw his knife, the opponent used that ordinary kitchen knife to accurately knock his weapon away, and then chopped his head with the knife.

The speed was so fast that his body could not react at all and he could only watch death coming!

"you lose."

The kitchen knife in Abel's hand was hovering over the opponent's forehead, and trickles of blood flowed down.

It wasn't that Abel didn't control his strength, but it was just to teach this guy a lesson.

Chapter 546: The famous sword Kurosawa!

"Your Iai Slash is too slow. The speed is not good, and the explosive power is not enough. It's limp as if you haven't eaten enough."

Abel commented bluntly.

This also made Li Jiao's face paler and he looked a little distraught.

Although he had other sword skills that he had not yet demonstrated, what he showed just now was not his full strength.

But the kitchen knife on his forehead made it impossible for him to even think about fighting again.

Not only was his opponent's speed and strength far superior to his, but he was also far ahead of him in terms of skills.

The two sides are simply not opponents of the same level.

Now Li Jiao finally understood why the other party dared to put up such a sign and openly challenged him.

This powerful strength is the confidence that allows the other party to do this!

"I lost. I... am not as skilled as the other person."

Wow!

As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar!

Before this, no one had thought that the powerful Lord Li Jiao would actually lose, and lose so helplessly.

They both lost in one move, so what’s the difference between Li Jiao and the previous people?

As for whether Li Jiao was too arrogant or underestimated his enemy, who cares?

Losing is losing, and to a certain extent it means that the Iron Kingdom has lost.

I feel so depressed and ashamed!

At this point, many of the people watching the fun outside could no longer laugh. They were eagerly hoping that someone would stand up and defeat the other side to defend the honor of the Iron Kingdom.

"Well, go back and practice for a few more years. This sword belongs to me. If you want to go back, call someone stronger. To be honest, so far, I think the strength of your Iron Country warriors is just so-so. Maybe it was a mistake for me to come here specially this time."

Abel noticed the angry looks of the people around him, and immediately added some more firewood to make the fire burn even more fiercely.

As expected, when these words that added fuel to the fire were spoken, many people could not help but start cursing loudly.

At the same time, he was also constantly looking for someone among the crowd who could go out and fight.

"Sato, you're here too. Great, if it's you, you will definitely be able to defeat this arrogant guy!"

"Ah? I...I...it's like this. I've been feeling cramps in my stomach since I woke up this morning, so I'd better leave this opportunity to others. I'll go first."

"Yamamoto Ichiro, you are a samurai under Lord Mifune. Can you bear this? Just let this outsider be so arrogant in our territory?"

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

What can he do?

Even the Rijiao-sama who was much stronger than him lost so easily, what was he doing there? Was he going to be a stepping stone for the other party?

Moreover, the samurai sword in his hand was made by a famous swordsmith with the money he saved for a long time. He absolutely could not just give it away like this inexplicably.

So Ichiro Yamamoto chose to play dead.

But it turns out that not everyone is like Sato and Ichiro Yamamoto, who calculate gains and losses before the battle.

"My name is Miyamoto Kojiro, please give me your guidance!"

"The head disciple of the Huayue School, Songhua Yixiao..."

"The samurai Echizen Ryoma..."

One after another, people known or unknown to the crowd stepped forward to challenge Abel. They knew they would lose, but they still wanted to do their part.

Even if they could just drain a little bit of Abel's strength, or allow him to use one more move, it would be the result they had strived for.

Just to delay until the man who has the final say arrives!

"Come on, good job!"

"You are all role models for warriors in my Iron Kingdom!"

"It doesn't matter if you know you will lose, the courage to draw the sword is the iron will!"

More and more people began to spontaneously cheer for those who took on the challenge. Even if they lost, they would receive applause and comfort from everyone.

In movies and TV shows, this kind of plot usually involves the protagonist making a brilliant appearance at the last minute, and then gathering everyone's faith to defeat the powerful enemy boss!

"Well, it turns out that I'm the boss again."

At this time, Abel's back was already filled with various swords and weapons, all of which were left by people who came to challenge him, and there were some fine pieces among them.

Of course, this also attracted a lot of hatred for him.

It's a pity that the people of the Iron Kingdom are not 'Eye Ninjas', otherwise, they would have killed and melted him a hundred times just by their sight.

"The 99th knife, who else?"

For a while, there was no sound.

All the Iron Nation citizens who were watching were shocked.

99 knives mean that the opponent has won 99 games in a row!

And there was still no sign of fatigue.

In addition, if we let the opponent win one more game, that would be a hundred wins, or a hundred kills!

If they really achieve this kind of achievement, then their Iron Nation will never be able to hold their heads up again.

So at this point, no one dared to rashly appear on the scene.

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

Under such circumstances, the man everyone had been waiting for for a long time finally appeared.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way! Lord Mifune is here!"

"What? Lord Mifune is actually here?"

"That's great, thank God. If Lord Mifune had ignored it, the other party might have really become famous by stepping on the reputation of our Iron Country samurai."

"It's really safe now. No matter how powerful this guy is, he can't beat Lord Mifune!"

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

……

Like the moon surrounded by stars, Sanchuan walked straight in and saw the somewhat arrogant sign on the ground.

Then he came to Abel without any expression.

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

"An unknown swordsman, not worth mentioning. As for the purpose, your sword is good, can you give it to me to take away?"

Finally, the real owner showed up, and Abel became a little more serious.

After all, Mifune is quite capable and should not be underestimated.

"Want my knife?"

Mifune frowned slightly as he looked at the swords stuck behind the other party.

"If you don't dare to fight, then retreat. The general of the Iron Country is no more than that."

Faced with such a clumsy provocation, Mifune certainly would not be fooled.

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