One Piece: I am a Celestial Dragon

"Constantine Iran... You brought me out to start a war with us?"

The strong wind blew, and shouts of shouting resounded throughout the sea. Amidst the lightning and thunder, a man in a dark green cloak stood on the bow of the purple boat.

"It's a trivial matter to start a war... I just want to ask... Monkey D. Long..." The Iranian Saint looked at the man a few meters away and asked in a cold voice:

"Why did you come to burn my house down?"

"..." Monchi D. Long was silent, not because he felt guilty, but because he couldn't keep up with Iran Saint's rhythm for a while...

"On the first day I came back, they came to burn my house down! ...This is not over yet!"

"It's true that we didn't do it..." Long thought carefully, shook his head, then looked at the Iranian Saint and asked:

"So...you did go to the moon? And you did crack the 100-year disappearance?"

"No... but... I got a lot of secrets on the moon... It's true."

The Iranian Saint shook his head first, then nodded and said, with a half-smile on his lips, looking very unbeatable.

"That's it...then it seems that there is a reason why we have to start a war today..." Monkey D. Long continued in a deep voice:

"No matter what the cost, I have to get that envelope today!"

As he spoke, the strong wind gathered, and Monkey D. Long raised his arm, as if he was planning to take action...

"Huh? What do you want with that envelope? There's nothing in it... Oh, you want to know about the 100 years of disappearance, right?" The Iranian Saint continued as if he suddenly understood:

"I wanted you to tell me earlier. It's not impossible to tell you directly..."

Monkey D. Long's raised arm paused, and the energy he gathered dissipated...

"Tell me so easily?" Long had a look of suspicion on his face.

"Of course not... There are still conditions. Let's go and talk about it on your boat."

While he was talking, the girl in the arms of the Iranian Holy General was handed to the deputy captain of the 32nd Squadron. Then, he and Monkey D. Long walked shoulder to shoulder to his ship...

The Revolutionary Army and the Dragoons were left standing on the deck looking at each other blankly, not knowing what to do...

"Oh~ let's go..."

In the end, it was Sabo, the chief of staff, who gave the order. He sighed and left the deck first.

"But, Sabo...these dead brothers..."

The orange-haired girl gritted her teeth, looked at the purple corpse floating on the sea, and asked.

"..."

Sabo stood at the edge of the deck. After a brief silence, he said softly:

"Salvage it and bury it... This world is so cruel sometimes..."

After that, he jumped onto the rope and ran towards the revolutionary army ship...

When the Iranian Saint returned to the golden boat again, dusk had fallen.

He went straight back to his cabin, with a smile on Saint Iran's face.

The Iranian Saint did not tell the dragon all the information he knew.

Just like the dragon would not believe everything that the Iranian Saint said...

But Iran Sheng is still very satisfied with today's harvest. With today's incident, the direction of the revolutionary army in the future...at worst, will not deviate from his vision.

The golden boat slowly returned to Amazon Lily Island...

In a blink of an eye, another 4 days passed.

At this time, the arena was buzzing with people, and every seat in the ring-shaped audience was empty.

Even the aisles between the seats were filled with spectators who had sneaked in.

Today is the day when the winner of the first martial arts conference will be decided. Today there will be a champion to take away the gold cup.

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nbsp;Also on this day, the owner of the island, Constantine Irani, will also arrive at the scene.

On the high platform, the red octopus man kept talking into the microphone. He was so excited that his saliva flew while talking.

Everything he said came from his heart, and nothing he said was because of work requirements.

There was no need to warm up the arena today, even he himself was an enthusiastic audience!

"Okay, the preparation time before the game has passed, let's invite today's contestants..." The octopus man stretched his accent and shouted loudly:

"The fish-man boss from the Fish-Man Pirates...the one whose chivalrous reputation spreads across the sea...'sea hero' Jinbei boss!!!"

A blue whale shark wearing a yellow kimono has wind-like eyebrows and a beard.

With a majestic figure of just over three meters, and steady and powerful steps, he slowly climbed onto the fighting stage...

Iran Sheng, who was sitting at the highest point of the arena, had a look of surprise on his face after seeing Jinbe appear on the stage.

"Oh...it turns out to be Old Jinbei, the fourth emperor...it's kind of interesting..."

Iran Saint did not pay too much attention to this competition, so before this, he did not even know the identity of the contestants.

Jinbei stood behind the fighting platform. As usual, the Octopus Man asked Jinbei what he thought...

"Boss Jinbei! I am your fan!!! Do you have anything to say about this finals?"

Jinbei raised his head and looked at the host on the high platform. After thinking for a moment, he raised his head and shouted loudly:

"Murloc Karate... is one of the strongest martial arts in the world!!!"

This shout directly boiled half of the auditorium. The murloc spectators on the coral reef seats all shouted hoarsely...

"The fishman is the strongest in karate!!!"

"Boss Jinbei is the strongest!!!"

"The strongest!!!"

Fishman Karate is very popular in the Fishman Kingdom, and even civilians occasionally dabble in it. This cry is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people!

At this moment, the murlocs even felt that...the murlocs finally...had something they could show off!

The excited shouting continued for a long time, and no one stood up to stop it, because... the host on the high platform also shouted with red eyes.

Finally, the eight-clawed octopus man as the host finally remembered his duty...

"What a short and powerful speech... You are indeed my idol, Jinbei!" After a short pause, the host continued:

"Then, let's invite Boss Jinbei's opponent, the vice-captain of the 7th Division from the Dragon Riders....Kana-sama with the name of the Blood Rose!!!"

Kana, who has straight white hair, walked towards the arena. She was not impatient because of the long wait, nor was she infected by the boiling atmosphere in the arena...

There was never much expression on her face, and she held her sword tightly in her hand. With each strike, she seemed to be outside the world.

"Lord Kana, do you have anything to say about this finals?"

Maybe it was because Kana's expression was too cold, and the host's questioning voice was a little cautious.

"You are very strong..." Kana looked at Jinbei not far away, and there seemed to be no emotion in her voice...

"Just because you are strong...there will be no mercy...you may die..."

"This is the best! As a warrior, it would be the greatest insult to hold back on me!" Jinbe responded proudly.

Kana nodded seriously, then looked at the host above her head, signaling him to continue with the next session...

The host understood, looked at Kana from a distance, nodded, and then said:

"Everyone has seen that the Holy Lord Constantine of Iran has arrived here... Next, we invite the Holy Lord of Iran to kick off the finals!"