I'm Selling Exercises in Pirates

What, the Golden Lion is dead?"

Garp was a little surprised that he dispatched such a large scale to catch Bo, and it turned out that he was dead.

"It's dead indeed, Garp Vice Admiral, don't believe it, come and see."

The lieutenant didn't know where to bring a small video phone bug.

With the projected light from the phone bug's eyes, the scene was revealed.

The scale of the picture is very large, there are multiple angles, and even a bird's-eye view, which is one of the great things about the president of the news agency.

In the picture, there is a man with a golden mane and a rudder on his head, and an almost old man is lying in a pool of blood.

"Really dead!!!"

Garp instantly recognized the Golden Lion.

It's just that some people don't believe how the Golden Lion's strength fell there, and it looks very disabled.

"Jiejie...cough...hahaha."

At this moment, unrestrained laughter came from the screen.

Garp looked back with a smile on his face: "I just said, how could that guy die so easily, the old man's fist is itching now!"

in the screen.

The Golden Lion lying in a pool of blood coughed twice, spit out the bloody sputum stuck in his throat, and then burst out laughing.

"Not dead yet, Golden Lion."

Rayleigh breathed a sigh of relief.

Although there were some festivals between the Roger Pirates and the Golden Lion in the past, although he did not like the character of Golden Lion's killing and the dream of dominating the sea.

But Rayleigh was the one who cared about him the most among the swordsmen in the scene, and didn't want him to die like this.

Because Golden Lion has something that Rayleigh admires, he has his own principles and his own spirit, and because Golden Lion can go to Naval Headquarters alone for a friend like Roger.

That attitude towards friendship and that spirit is what Rayleigh identified with him.

"Don't worry, you're not dead yet, how could Laozi have the heart to die first."

Golden Lion supported his body and staggered to his feet.

Even though the blood was still flowing from the wound, he didn't care at all.

"Your Excellency Hawkeye, Laozi doesn't need the mercy of others, Laozi owes you his life today."

"But don't forget what you said before, as long as Laozi takes a step, you will come out with a sword, but you can't go back."

The words of the Golden Lion made the swordsmen below realize afterward.

"Yes, yes, the Golden Lion stepped out just now, we all saw it."

"Even if Golden Lion didn't stand up again, he stepped out. As expected of the great swordsman of the previous era, he was indeed amazing."

"Your Excellency Hawkeye, please use your sword."

"Please use your sword!"

......

Hawkeye raised his eyelids, and there was a trace of loneliness and emptiness in his expression.

He challenged the world's swordsmen, just to see how big the world is, and to meet an opponent who can fight against it.

Even if it can force him to draw his sword.

Now he realizes that the world is very small, it is really too small.

I used to sit in the Inoue and watch the world, but now I fly into the clouds and overlook it from a god-like angle. The pattern is different.

The vast sea could not meet a person who could make him interested in fighting, which made him feel lonely.

"Mr. Carl, are you the same?"

Hawkeye whispered softly, thinking about Mr. Carl's strength, and suddenly felt a sense of sympathy, a kind of loneliness that no one can care about standing on the top of the world.

Immediately afterwards, as if he understood something, he raised his eyelids and said to himself:

"No wonder Mr. Carl opened a bookstore on the corner of East Blue and lived a leisurely seclusion life."

"Mr. Carl, you must have been lonelier than me before."

Thinking of this, Hawkeye's heart seemed to shine a ray of sunshine, and he felt a lot more comfortable.

And now, even if the water was not released before, even if the Golden Lion died tragically in his hands.

But he took this step with his own will and courage, and he had to do what he promised. This is the most basic swordsmanship as a swordsman.

"Okay, I'll take out this sword."

Seeing that Hawkeye finally agreed, the swordsmen below shone brightly and consciously gave up an avenue.

At the same time, the black knife behind Hawkeye slowly rose into the air, and then fell into Hawkeye's hands.

"Is this the sword?"

Fujitora below, holding the sword in his hand, muttered to himself.

Just now, when the sword was slowly lifted into the air, he felt that the previous intention to control the grass and the current intention to control the black knife were different.

Or maybe the difference is very big, but he can't understand it a little deeper, which is why he can't understand it.

But there is one thing he has already confirmed in his heart, that is the Wuji sword realm before Eagle Eye, although it can reach the realm where there is no sword in his hand, every grass and every tree can be a sword.

But he can't control other people's swords, or even the swords in his own hands.

And now the meaning is just the opposite, it can only have an effect on the sword, but it has no effect on the surrounding things.

Perhaps all these profound meanings are hidden in the Sword God domain.

Fujitora thought so, and the eagle-eyed hand holding the knife above stopped suddenly, and looked further away.

The swordsmen below also noticed the difference, and when they followed the eagle's eyes, they saw a black spot in the distance.

Immediately afterwards, the surrounding of the island also appeared.

As the black spot approached, the swordsmen gradually became aware of their appearance.

"It's a warship, how could Marine appear here?"

"We're just fighting swordsmanship, Marine isn't going to intervene."

"Probably not. If Marine does such a thing that is detrimental to the spirit of Bushido, it would be equivalent to becoming an enemy of all the swordsmen in the sea."

"Hey, Marine over there, what do you mean?"

Among the swordsmen here, many are pirates, so when I see Marine, my heart is abnormally uneasy.

Momousagi was a little miscalculated, she thought Marine would be ambushing around, they were responsible for controlling the Golden Lion's movements internally, and they would arrest them after the swordsmanship competition of the world's swordsmen was over.

She had a headache when she saw that Garp was in the lead.

Garp is not a Marine who will come by the rules.

"Everyone, please rest assured, our target is the Golden Lion, and it has nothing to do with other personnel. Marine will only be arrested after this contest is over. I promise with the reputation of the swordsman."

The same goes for the few Vice Admirals beside him, using his reputation as a swordsman.

In the face of the sudden situation, Momousagi had no choice but to do this, stating the goal of the mission to appease the swordsmen present.

If Golden Lion wanted to take the opportunity to escape, with his current physical condition, there should be no problem in delaying him.

Although Momousagi told the truth, even though she pledged her reputation.

All the swordsmen present still cast strange eyes, as if they were watching the undercover agent who had penetrated into the enemy's army. The reputation of the swordsman seemed to plummet at this moment.

Because no matter how they explained it, Momousagi and his party were always Marine and knew of the mission.

In addition to the appearance of the Marine warship, the image of deliberately holding the identity of the swordsman undercover has jumped into the Yellow River and cannot be washed away.

But now it doesn't seem to matter anymore, the warships have come.

"Is it finally here? Marine!"

The Golden Lion grinned, not afraid at all.