Pirates: The system is not activated until you are a hundred years old

Chapter 60 The fighting spirit of the world’s greatest swordsman
There are only a few swordsmen in Donghai who can be called swordsmen.

The three-sword swordsman and pirate hunter Roronoa Zoro is undoubtedly the most famous one in the past two years.

In just over a year after going to sea, no fewer than five pirates with levels exceeding ten million died at the hands of Roronoa Zoro.

What is the identity of the old man in front of me?

You actually think you are qualified to teach Roronoa Zoro swordsmanship?
Did he really think of himself as Hawkeye Mihawk?

"Little guy, what do you think?" Ron didn't care about the other people's booing, and still looked at Sauron with a smile.

"Hurry up and agree! Roronoa Zoro, this is your great opportunity!"

Looking at Sauron's hesitant face, Dasqi, who looked anxious, wanted to rush over and agreed to this request on Sauron's behalf.

Others didn't know Mr. Ron's strength, but she knew it very well.

That was a super swordsman who could cut off fifty pirate fleets with one sword!
After hesitating again and again, Zoro finally sighed, shook his head and said, "Old sir, forget about the swordsmanship and all that, but I will help you pay for the meal later."

It doesn't matter if you teach him swordsmanship or not.

Just with Dasqi's face, he would not refuse the old gentleman's request.

No way, it's too similar.

"Are you sure you don't want to?" Ron asked again after putting down his pipe.

Shaking his head, Zoro said directly to the boss: "Boss, this old gentleman's meal money will be on my head."

Although the meal bill for Ron's table seemed to be a lot, it was nothing to Sauron who had just obtained a 900 million-level head.

In this regard, Ron didn't say much, just smiled at Zoro, turned around and walked back to his dining table.

After all, if you can get a meal for free, why not?

……

"Hmm~"

Then an eardrum-shaking whistle sounded.

Busy people on the port pier could see two fully loaded warships slowly sailing into the dock.

"That seems to be Colonel Smoker!"

"Aren't all those people on the warship pirates?"

"My God, where did Colonel Smoker get all these prisoners?"

"As expected of Colonel Smoker."

Seeing the two warships that were almost full, everyone on the port pier sighed with emotion.

"Brothers, lock these guys in the dungeon of the base first. Marshal Warring States will soon send someone to pick them up." After jumping onto the pier, Smoker shouted loudly.

Finally came back safely.

To be honest, although the strength of these guys is not that good.

But no matter what, the number is really terrifying.

More than 700 people.

If this group of people rioted, he might not be able to suppress it.

Fortunately, they have always been honest and very cooperative.

After taking several puffs of the cigar, Smoker's frown gradually relaxed.

Looking at the warship docked in another dock, Smoker was surprised and suspicious.

What happened on that uninhabited desert island to allow these extremely vicious guys to remain in such a well-behaved state?
There were more than 700 people, but no one showed any intention to escape.

Moreover, look at the state of Mr. Ron.

He doesn't seem like a hundred-year-old man.

Instead, he looks more like a man in his early 50s.

Could it be that the old man has some special maintenance methods?But after remembering that Lieutenant General Garp was still in his 70s and still maintained such strong strength, Smoker's doubts gradually subsided.

If Mr. Ron was just an ordinary person, how could he have such a legendary experience?
That's the Godfather of the Navy!

My master!
"Brothers, move your hands quickly. Once these pirates are arranged, let's go to a restaurant tonight and have a good meal!" After putting aside the doubts in his heart, Smoker shouted loudly.

Hearing this sentence, the sailors, who were very tired after a long journey, suddenly became more motivated.

Under the orderly command of the sailors, the speed at which the prisoners disembarked from the ship gradually accelerated.

Just like that, under the action of less than three hundred sailors, the pirates, who didn't even have handcuffs or shackles on, lined up obediently and walked into the gate of the naval base.

When the people watching on the roadside saw this scene, they marveled at Colonel Smoker's strength.

In the eyes of the citizens of Rogge Town, Smoker is truly the patron saint of their Rogge Town.

As long as Lord Smoker guards here, they will not be persecuted by pirates!

When the last pirate prisoner stepped off the warship, Smoker, who was completely relaxed, was puffing away like crazy.

But the next moment, his body suddenly stiffened, and his eyes were fixed on the sea in the distance.

At this time, in Smoker's field of vision, there was a miniature bamboo raft that could only accommodate one person, heading towards Rogge Town at an extremely slow speed.

On the bamboo raft, there was a middle-aged man sitting on a small bamboo chair in the center with his legs crossed, his expression indifferent.

This man has short black hair and a black top hat with white fluff on his head.

Outside the burgundy patterned top, he was wearing a large black windbreaker, with a cross hanging on his chest.

The huge black knife carried behind this man's back already revealed his identity.

When the people on the dock came into contact with his sharp eyes, they couldn't help but feel scared from the bottom of their hearts.

Even when Smoker touched this gaze, he was a little short of breath.

After the small bamboo raft slowly approached the port, everyone on the dock felt a cold sword intent, and they all backed away involuntarily.

"This guy……"

"Those eagle eyes, and that big black knife... can't be wrong..."

"The King's Seven Martial Seas..."

"The greatest swordsman in the world! Jorakl Mihawk!"

"Why does he appear here?"

After stepping onto the pier, Mihawk raised his eyes and glanced around Rogge Town, frowning slightly.

After feeling the sword intent, he rushed towards Donghai without stopping.

In order to come over as soon as possible, he even used his status as a Shichibukai to borrow a navy warship.

But even if you come to the East China Sea, can you find the owner of the sword?

There are only a few swordsmen who have mastered swordsmanship to this level and can ignite Mihawk's passion.

The red-haired Shanks of the Four Emperors counts as one.

But ever since Shanks broke his arm in this sea area, Hawkeye Mihawk has lost interest in dueling with Shanks.

However, not long ago, he felt an extremely powerful sword intent in the direction of this sea area.

It was precisely because of this sword intent that he set foot in this sea area.

He wanted to have a hearty sword duel with the master of that sword intention!

Mihawk Xingzhong knew it very well.

The master of that sword's will was definitely not any weaker than him in swordsmanship.

That guy deserves to fight with all his strength!
Thinking of that sword intent, Hawkeye Mihawk couldn't help but feel a strong fighting spirit in his heart.

That person is in the East China Sea!
(End of this chapter)