My friends are all pirates

Monet grabbed it.

Acherid had waited a long time for her to make her face look radiant again.

The job of a spy is really troublesome.

After everything was ready, the two went out.

At this time, it was full daylight, and the residents were already coming and going on the street.

The Colosseum is easy to find, and there are directions on the street signs on the street.

Dressrosa, which was already a powerful country 900 years ago, is essentially a super city. The precipitation of time has made this city full of art and history, and it is a city full of artistic treasures.

In the era of Rick, Dressrosa formed a good relationship because of his pursuit of peace and his repeated assistance to other countries. Although it is no longer as rich as it was in the era of Don Quixote, it has also become a genuine center of civilization. Even if it is the representative of the allied countries of the world government in the New World, those big pirates who make a splash on the sea don't have much opinion on this country.

In this fantasy city, the representative of public facilities is the gladiator arena known as the arena in the outside world, and there are more than one.

Those who organize fighting skills are generally quite wealthy. In order to satisfy the people's love for fighting skills competitions, officials will also organize them. If the royal family directly organizes them, it will attract many foreign fighters. Because of the weapons and skills of these foreign fighters The techniques used are very different from those in the home country, and the performance in fighting is full of exotic flavors, which is especially loved by the audience.

But usually, devil fruit abilities are not popular with audiences in the arena.

This was exactly what Asherid wanted.

And Alsherid was very lucky, there happened to be a match being organized in the nearest arena.

Chapter 61 My name is Ron Landy

When it comes to gladiatorial fights, as a traveler from Blue Star, the first thing that Asherid thinks of is the towering round building, yellow sand and blood donations. The audience is full of blood-spitting spectators, and the dignitaries are in the VIP seats. Upward people compare their thumbs, the noble lady is in heat...

The stage is lively, and the audience is not quiet. Ferocious beasts are released from the circle, and people are driven into the arena. Beasts want to eat people, and people want to fight. One party must die before the end. If there is no ending, both will be executed or released. Into wild beasts to eat people.

This is the image of the arena in the mind of any modern blue star.

But when it came to the arena, Ashred felt that it was more like the martial arts competition in Dragon Ball.

At the entrance, there are quite a few well-dressed ladies and sisters, always throwing enthusiastic winks at the fighters who are wearing armor and armor, and it seems that they are going to participate in the competition, so that these guys can't wait before entering the arena It's time to show your masculinity.

The random flowers are becoming more and more charming, and this scene does not look very serious, which makes Asherid start to doubt whether it is the right choice for him to sign up.

But all came.

Leaving aside those scumbags who can make a name for themselves, most of the contestants are still very serious. Asherid just needs to follow the team, and he can naturally find a place to sign up.

He quickly found the registration point. After registering at the registration point outside, fighter characters in different costumes walked into the exit channel one by one.

"I'm going to sign up, what's going on with your end?" Ashred asked Monet.

"I'll go in and watch the game." Monet pointed to the entrance channel for spectators on the other side.

"Isn't it the one who has no money to buy a ticket?"

"I have my way."

In the eyes of outsiders, the two whispered a few words like a loving couple, and then separated.

"Is there anyone else who wants to appear? Only the last number is left!" The staff at the registration point were still announcing loudly.

"Give it to me." Asherid walked up to the staff.

It is said to be a registration point, but it is just a very simple table and chairs.

"Oh, my little brother wants to sign up too. You don't look physically strong." The staff frowned, because this event was very popular in Dressrosa, and the long-time winner gained both fame and fortune, and it was true It will attract some less powerful people to try their luck. As an old employee of this arena, he will usually persuade them to leave.

The people on the court are chasing wealth or honor, and no one is polite, and the confrontation in the arena is very strong.

The former sword fighters were composed of sentenced prisoners, prisoners of war or specially trained slaves. After sword fighting gradually became an entertainment activity, they became registered for famous outlaws, outcasts, fugitive slaves or deserters. The main force, until now, has not only attracted those who want to become famous, but has also become a stage for various sword fighter training institutions to advertise themselves. These institutions generally hire excellent sword fighters or use well-trained slaves Gladiators come to the game.

Sword fights are done according to the number of rounds, regardless of individuals or teams. To put it bluntly, they are mixed fights, and the one who stands at the end of the fight is considered the winner.

Currently, the champion who holds the highest record is Cyrus, the former army commander of the Kingdom of Dressrosa. His winning streak of [-] games has not been broken so far.

However, as the capital of civilization, Dressrosa no longer has unlimited fighting skills. Players can only choose weapons prepared in the arena. These weapons are not sharpened, but this thing is drawn on the body. People with poor physical fitness can't stand it, and many people still die every year.

"Don't worry, I've practiced it before." Seeing the kindness of the staff, Asherid comforted him, "Just the group of people who walked in just now, I think it's more appropriate for you to worry about them."

The staff immediately cheered.

Hearing this tone, it sounds like someone with high skills and boldness. If this is the case, then he is the favorite type of player in the arena.

"Well, since you insist, then... please tell me your name, the weapon you are good at, the fighting style, and you must have a title."

"Well, my name is Longland Diyuan. I am good at half-handed swords. I use Rudy Ford's swordsmanship, and I know a little free fighting by the way. As for the title... just call it 'Black Wing'."

The staff registered very quickly, then took a sign and handed it to Asherid, saying:

"A sharpened sword cannot be used in the arena, but there is a place for storing items inside, which is specially used to store the personal items of the participants. Each brand has a corresponding cabinet."

"Thank you." Alsherid nodded, and then strode towards the passage.

The passage is not long, and it can be passed in a short time. When Asherid drilled out from the other end, what appeared in front of him was a scene in full swing.

This is a large internal space, and it is in the shape of a ring, and the head cannot be seen at a glance. Soldiers from all over the world choose their equipment here and wait to go on the field. It was throwing down curse words like "Wait until you play and see if grandpa doesn't blow up your eggs".

They were so polite that Ashred almost thought he had come to the wrong place.

Until a guy dressed like an iron barrel walked past him cursingly, the weapon in his hand and the protective gear on his body clearly did not match.

From this point of view, ROLL equipment is not as good as ROLL.

But his origins pointed the way for Acherid, because his suit happened to be European.

Asherid walked in the direction the man came from, and after turning around half a circle, he saw a large weapon rack. There were still many weapons on it, but there was not much protective gear left.

Defense first, this idea is correct, armor is of course more sought-after than weapons, and the armor provided by the official is also limited - the limit here is weapons, not protective gear, whether the entrant has armor or not is not in the arena Within the scope of consideration, it is purely a matter of putting a few sets.

Asherid walked to the weapon rack, and after trying around, he found one with a relatively good handle, and then gave his sword to the staff on the side to store it.

Soon, in plain clothes, he attracted the attention of other players.

Many of them had malicious eyes.

The sword is a creation of human beings after they entered civilization, but most of the people who use the sword are not civilized. The characteristics of the industry make them mostly people who respect violence.

However, most of the people here are people who have participated in sword fights many times. They know the rules here, but no one comes up to find fault.

Asherid walked to the place near the exit, where many people gathered.

"Boy, stay away." A man with graying hair and beard suddenly said, "Look at your small arms and legs, if you get tripped or trampled to death when you go out later, it's not a violation of the rules." .”

"Old Hult, you talk a lot." Someone immediately sneered, "I see you teaching newcomers here every year, and it's very annoying, or I'll beat you to death this year."

"You just come here." Holt's tone was flat, and he seemed calm about honor and disgrace.

Oh yo yo, this looks like an old friend.

Asherid liked to eat this kind of melon very much, so he just watched without speaking.

"What are you looking at?" The armored man who was fighting Hult was irritated by Asherid's melon-eating eyes. He stood up and said, "Little bastard, I will kill you first when I go out."

The eyes of the other person who was standing next to him lit up, he pushed him aside with a buttock, and happily sat down on his original position.

"What am I..."

The armored man who was bumped to one side and staggered a few steps was furious, but before entering the arena, he would be invited out if he dared to make a move, so he also made a note of Asherid in this anger.

"Remember me, kid, wait until you get out..."

"I'm going out, remember to call me, my name is Longland Diyuan." Asherid smiled and connected for him.

Whether Holt is a good person, he doesn't know.

But this guy looks nice, and it's worth looking for and beating him up.

Well, anyway, he will beat up everyone in this arena, sooner or later.

Since one wants to be a champion, it is natural to make a noise from the very beginning.

Ashred didn't just walk around for nothing, as far as visual inspection is concerned, none of the contestants in this round made him feel threatened, and he still believed in his sixth sense.

Suddenly, loud cheers came from outside the closed gate at the exit.

"Next, we invite the contestants of today's first match to come out!"

The host's voice was very clear. Accompanied by this voice, the exit door of the lounge opened slowly, and bright sunlight shone in.

call--!

With a kick on the soles of his feet, he leaped out like the wind, and almost at the same time, a group of muscular men rushed forward, shouting and screaming. It wasn't because of his quick jump, he was really overwhelmed by these people.

However, among the crowd, Huot and the man in armor looked at the leaping figure in front of them, and they were a little stunned.

At this moment, Asherid was already standing on the wide ring, looking around.

The stepped auditorium is divided into four areas with clearly divided areas from four directions. Each area has dozens of rows and rises with a slope of about [-] degrees. At this time, it is full of people, and they are all cheering loudly. There were men and women, and among the men there were certainly some screaming ghosts, but among the female audience, there were also many who were blowing kisses and throwing flowers on the ring.

There are spectators everywhere.

And behind him, there was a large group of contestants who rushed to the ring with big strides. They all looked at Ya Sherid, who was the first to get on the ring, with unconcealed eyes, and surrounded him in the middle of the ring.

But no matter what, Asherid was the first to compete, so he received the most attention.

"Hahahahaha, it looks like we have a master coming out today! Let me see this player's profile!" The host's voice sounded at the right time, "Oh, young Mr. Longland Diyuan! Today is the first time to participate in a fight His title is 'Black Wing'! He's still a swordsman! Let's cheer for him, hope he's not just running fast!"

The audience also had their own logic of judgment. As soon as the door opened, a black shadow rushed directly to the center of the ring. Comparing it with the crowd of people behind Jill running blindly, it was obvious that the one at this end was the master.

They like masters the most.

Therefore, in the host's introduction, they expressed their love to Al Sherid without hesitation, and the petals thrown from the audience stage scattered all over the edge of the ring.

The game hadn't even started yet, but Ashred had already become the most beautiful cub in the ring, stepping on the audience's best emotions and making them excited.

Chapter 62 Ten steps to fly a piece

In the center of the ring, feeling the gazes from all directions and the howling of hysterical release, Asherid nodded.

Right, this smell.

Here is the holy place to manifest divine control!

Ah Sherid suddenly thought of Henry at this time. If Henry had a strong strength, and then went to Dressrosa... This old man who likes to put on a show would probably set up a tent for a long time if he was not on the spot.

This place is completely in line with Henry's life pursuit, that is, the requirements for strength are relatively hardcore.

Although Asherid also has a bit of hobbies to show off his holiness, he is still realistic. He came here to hone his sword skills.

and so……

Asherid looked at the hunky men who were staring at him with extremely unfriendly eyes, and grinned.

Fried fish, he is a professional.

Guys who can't let him hone his sword skills, just let it go!

boom--!

The loud noise even overwhelmed the cheers from the audience, not to mention the voice of the host.

With Asherid as the center, there was a gust of wind on the ring, and the sound of being overwhelmed seemed to come from the base of the ring.

But these were ignored by the audience at this time.

Monet in the auditorium also opened her mouth in surprise, because she saw the most beautiful sword light storm she had ever seen in her life.

The group of people closest to Ya Sherid went to heaven from the very beginning.

Next, Asherid fully demonstrated what it means to fly in ten steps, the ring couldn't fit, and the unsharp hand and half sword swung in his hand like a bulldozer, and no one could stop it.

No matter whether you are wearing heavy armor or not, wherever the sword goes, the human body will be knocked away in various postures like a stone swept by a strong wind.

The host has been silent for a long time. Like the audience, he was dumbfounded.

Until Asherid slashed the last few people out of the ring with a sword, the audience was silent.

They all looked at the young man leaning on his sword in the arena with a very relaxed appearance, but they hadn't reacted yet.

Monet covered her mouth, she suddenly felt that her time plan was too long, and Acheride would definitely explode in this country at a faster speed and become a national star.

But...Asherid is really human?Isn't it a giant family that has been shrunk by some means?

No, no, no, you can't think of your family like this, maybe it's because you can't use it on the ship, and you don't bring someone who ruins your own deck like this.

It may also be that he has become stronger again, after all he spends most of his time practicing swords.

Suddenly, Monet noticed that the audience beside her seemed to have not woken up. She took a deep breath, stood up suddenly, and shouted with the loudest voice: "Black Wing!"