I Have No Interest In Devil Fruit

  Chapter 388 is really just taking a bath!

  "Six styles of arashi feet..."

  New World Cake Island, watching the exaggerated number of foot storms on the big screen, even Kata Kuri couldn’t help being surprised.

It’s not easy to practice six styles. Lanjiao is a high-ranking trick in the six styles. It needs to have the explosive power and extreme speed contained in other tricks. And like this Qiao Luno, he can kick dozens and hundreds of lans in the blink of an eye. The physical strength required by the feet may soar sharply.

  He muttered to himself: "What an amazing explosiveness and continuity..."

  Looking at the big screen, after a round of foot baptism, she was covered with scars, bloody, and embarrassed second daughter Mond, the aunt's face also became gloomy.

   "Jobana Giorno..."

  ………………

  As Hawkeye expected, Lynch defeated Charlotte Mond.

  After the show-off storm of feet, the monster Qoruno has the physical strength to chase down the wounded Mond.

  All the strong who followed this competition were shocked secretly, looking at the tall young man on the screen, as if looking at a humanoid monster with bottomless physical strength.

  Under the continuous offensive of Lynch's armed colored iron rods, Mond's parry became more and more embarrassing and reluctant.

  Her swordsmanship is fast enough, only a little slower than her sister Armand, but she did not expect that her sword is fast, and Qoruno’s stick is also fast.

  This person is not only terribly fast, but also terribly powerful.

  The sticks were unstoppable, and the palms of the swords held by Mond were numb.

  Even if he can stab him with one or two swords while taking advantage of the gap, and slash him two or three times... but this person is indifferent, his movements do not stop at all, and he continues to wield the iron rod in an airtight manner.

  Slightly accidentally hitting a stick or two, Mond was a little overwhelmed, and almost knocked out of his head on the spot.

"You must have a speed or strength equivalent to him to compete with him...or you can rely on the hardness of the armed color to directly defeat him!" Mond cried secretly, shaking his heart, and understood, "He is strong enough. The incredible physical strength allows him to play an overwhelming advantage against opponents who are even slightly inferior to his strength...I can't win! There is no chance to win him at all!"

  Call...

  The sound of an iron rod swinging through the air.

  As Qiao Luno pressed forward with each step and swung another stick, Mond flared his black sword and fought hard for a block. The whole person was directly lifted by this huge force that was not weakened by a half point compared to the beginning of the game.

  Mund flipped in midair and fell off the court, barely standing on the ground.

   "Huh...huh..."

  Charlotte Mond panted with a sword, his whole body was like a small wound cut by a sword, some of his skin was still blue and purple, and his forehead was also stained with blood, making him look very embarrassed.

The outside world. She has already lost.

  The audience seemed to be stunned. After a while, they reacted and immediately gave a wave of applause and cheers.

  Too violent! So passionate! Bravo!

  Although I can’t see everything clearly, Gioruno’s violent style of play obviously suits most of the audience’s taste.

  When the host announced that Qiao Luno won the next round, Lynch on the ring was still holding a black stick. He also had some wounds on his body, many holes in his clothes, and bleeding, but he was not satisfied at the moment.

  Not addictive, not addictive!

  Compared with the behemoths on Ruth Kayina Island in the windless zone, Mond or other human opponents all seem...

  Too casual!

   is not a lack of strength in strength, but a lack of strength in physical strength.

  Why I just warmed up now, so these people are panting and seeming to be dying?

  Where is this? Are you so tired? ? ?

   Lynch let out a long sigh, threw the iron rod out of the court, shook his head, and walked off the ring with a lonely face.

"..." Charlotte Armand walked to her sister and looked back at Lynch who was walking towards Robin. She keenly noticed that under the man's torn clothes, those who were cut and stabbed by Mund's sister The wound...seems to have healed. "Animal type? No, he still uses his ability to control his sister's knife on stage. He is still the magnetic fruit before...On his own, he has the resilience comparable to the animal type?!"

  Jobana Giorno...

  Amand was thinking, Mond calmed down and gasped, and apologized: "I lost."

"It doesn't matter, elder sister." Armand said lightly, "Obviously it is a Superman type, but it has the physical strength and resilience comparable to an awakened animal type... and there are devil fruits that can manipulate metals. My sister loses to such a monster. No need to apologize."

  Mund wiped the wound, smiled bitterly and said: "I even have the feeling of facing Kata Kuri..."

  Amand was silent.

"So, it's just like the jailer beasts in the big prison..." Yu Zhiliu looked at Qiao Luno who was following the captain. This **** really didn't put him in his eyes. Twice and again he said that he was going to be chopped off, but this kid didn't even react at all. "Interesting...This kind of physique should be able to cut longer, right? Ha ha ha... I really look forward to it!"

  At this point, the quarterfinals are all over!

  The host commented that as the audience slowly walked away, they were also talking loudly to the speakerphone worm, and the impassioned voice echoed in the huge arena and broadcast screens around the world.

  The list of advancement to tomorrow's semi-finals——

  Joracor Mihawk vs Charlotte Armand!

  Hiliu of Rain vs. Chobana Choruno!

  ………………

  "This is amazing, this kid!" In the box, Tezolo laughed and said, covered in gold jewelry, "Tomorrow's semi-finals will be seen. Who will enter the finals? Hahaha..."

  He turned the gold ring on his ten fingers, smiling very satisfied.

  It turns out that the strong men in this world fight like this...It's incredible. Their bodies can make such movements...

  "Are you going to see the scene tomorrow?" Tezolo turned and asked with a smile, "I think the scene can be seen more clearly!"

  "Huh?" Biting his cigar, Krokdahl glanced at him, and after a few seconds of silence, he said casually, "Aren't you going to hide behind the scenes? I don't care about this kind of thing!"

  This Joe Luno kid really looks like he is here to participate in the competition to compete for the world's number one swordsman...

  Well, there should be no problem.

  I was overly cautious.

  ………………

  The night is low, and the lights in the hotel room are bright.

   "I will give him another day!"

  Hot water spilled out of the bathtub, and the sound of water splashed. Lynch was lying in the big bathtub with a grin, Robin resting comfortably on his chest, closed his eyes and smiled as he listened to him casually complaining.

   "If I don’t show up anymore, I’ll really leave...I will participate in any **** competition step by step, just like going to school, Nima is so annoying..."

  (End of this chapter)