A Pirate's Counting Life

"Okay, isn't it just a broken sword? Just take it back and recast it!"

Shirley looked at Mark sitting on the bow of the boat holding the scabbard with some displeasure.

"You don't understand... It's not just a sword that's broken, but also my dream of a great swordsman... Sigh~"

Mark looked at the town in the distance and let out a sigh. Shirley curled her lips in disgust.

"Besides being able to use Arashi's skills to send out chops, what else can you do? With your talent, let alone a great swordsman, you are struggling even for a swordsman. Do you want to eat? If not, I will eat it myself. "

"Eat! Of course I want to eat!"

Mark jumped from the bow of the ship to the deck and walked towards the restaurant. Shirley followed Mark and whispered.

"Should we wait for Doron to arrest him after the game, or should we arrest him now?"

Mark slowed down and thought for a while and said softly, "After the competition, there are too many strong players who attack rashly now, which may cause a chain reaction. When the competition is over and everyone returns to their respective homes, we will catch him, which will not be less than a day or two."

After lunch, Mark put Xue Ying in the bedroom. Just as he was about to go to the deck to get some air, he saw Ophelia walking over holding a long knife.

"My lord, if you don't mind, you can use my weapon first."

Looking at the long knife handed to him, Mark shook his head and said softly, "No, Liya, you can keep this knife. I have no talent in this area, so I should concentrate on practicing physical skills."

Ophelia nodded slowly, put down the long knife, and followed Mark to the deck. Since Mark failed, the competition team has not sent tickets. This made Mark very unhappy. It was impossible for him to spend money to watch the game. .

"Dear viewers, we would like to invite our ice queen Mago Yaqi and hurricane swordsman Dolon next!"

As the host's voice fell, two figures walked onto the stone platform from the steps on both sides. The surrounding audience shouted Magao Yaqi's name loudly.

Magao Yaqi pulled out the Western sword indifferently. Duolong put away the smile on his face and slowly walked towards Magao Yaqi. The sword intention on his body became stronger with every step he took. When he was ten meters away from Magao Yaqi, Duolong Quickly draw your sword and slash forward to create a hurricane

Faced with the sweeping hurricane Magao Yaqi, she did not panic too much. After all, this was not a real tornado. Magao Yaqi slowly raised her Western sword and slashed from top to bottom.

The snowflakes slowly falling in the sky and the hurricane that was raging on the stone platform stopped. A white line appeared in the middle of the hurricane, and then slowly cracked and dissipated in the air.

Magao Yaqi turned around and stabbed back with a sword. Duolong used the blade of the sword to hold Magao Yaqi's Western sword and gently moved it to the left. The moment they passed by, Doron's left hand quickly hit Magao Yaqi's head, trying to Kill with one blow

Magao Yaqi quickly lowered his head and slammed his hardened right shoulder into Duolong. The powerful force sent Duolong flying three meters away.

Magao Yaqi let out a long roar and stabbed Duolong with the Western sword. Snowflakes began to float on the stone platform. Duolong in the air adjusted his center of gravity and quickly stepped on the stone platform, and a breeze spread around him.

Avoiding the oncoming thrust very quickly, Magao Yaqi looked at Duolong who was running around with a frosty face, a disdainful smile on her lips.

Duolong overestimated his speed and underestimated Mago Yaqi's sword power. As soon as he got close to the opponent, his speed and reaction would decrease, and his physical strength consumption would also increase.

Duolong could only keep moving on the edge of the stone platform, using chop to consume Magao Yaqi, waiting for the opponent to reveal his flaws.

Magao Yaqi methodically smashed the flying chop waves, exuding extreme coldness from her body. Duolong, who was using kite flying tactics, suddenly felt his feet slip, although he quickly stabilized his body.

But that small pause was enough for Mago Yaqi, who was chasing after him, to stab him with a sword. Duolong quickly turned around and wrapped his sword around the armed man.

The tip of Mago Yaqi's armor-colored sword touched Duolong's knife and pushed him back. The stone platform under his feet was covered with a layer of frost at some point.

Duolong glanced at the edge of the stone platform that was getting closer and closer, and stamped his right foot hard on the stone platform to shatter the frost under his feet. There was no rule in the competition that the winner would be determined by falling off the stone platform, but for the arrogant swordsman There is no difference between falling and losing

If you are dissatisfied, you can continue to compete on stage, but the second time you come on stage, it is no longer a discussion but a matter of life and death. If you don't want to give you face, then I can only force you to face it.

"hurricane!"

Duolong roared and pushed Mago Yaqi away hard, and a three-meter-thick hurricane appeared around his body spinning at high speed.

The flying snow in the sky was also driven by the hurricane to form a frost storm. Just when everyone thought the victory was decided, Mago Yaqi raised her rapier high and slashed at the hurricane in front of her.

A white line appeared from top to bottom in the middle of the originally speeding hurricane, and its speed slowly dropped. Just when everyone thought everything was over, the hurricane spun rapidly again.

Mago Yaqi frowned. She clearly felt that she had hit the opponent just now. Feeling the pulling force from the hurricane, Mago Yaqi decided to enter the hurricane, and the Western sword wrapped in armed colors slowly penetrated the speeding hurricane.

"Kill her! Kill her! My sword skills will be improved to the next level!"

Doron, who was in the center of the hurricane, had a crazy look on his face and raised his long knife to stab Mago Yaqi's heart.

The moment she entered the hurricane, Magao Yaqi blinked subconsciously, and the murderous intent in Duolong's eyes became even stronger.

The moment the long knife pierced Magao Yaqi's chest, Magao Yaqi's body turned into snowflakes and disappeared. A trace of surprise flashed in Duolong's eyes, and he was ready to use his armed color to harden his body to resist the opponent's counterattack.

"Natural devil fruit...what an ice queen..."

Duolong looked at the Western sword that came out of his body with some reluctance. With the same strength, using the armored color to harden his whole body could easily be defeated by the opponent's point-breaking surface.

But in the situation just now, he could only bet that his armed color could last for one second, and the opponent was also injured by his own armed color. As long as he could give himself a reaction time, he could counterattack. Unfortunately, he lost the bet.

Doron panted heavily and looked ahead with blurred eyes. He had been chasing the way of the sword all his life, and his sudden defeat at the Devil Fruit made him feel very uncomfortable.

"You are very strong. I am not as good as you in swordsmanship, but I won this round!"

Magao Yaqi's cold voice made Duolong's eyes return to anxiety, and he murmured in a low voice, "Yes, if you lose, you lose. There are so many reasons. I lost..."

The fierce light on Doron's face slowly dissipated, and at the last moment of his life, he thought of the peaceful and peaceful life on Philip Island.

The hurricane slowly dissipated. The audience saw Duolong standing in the center of the stone platform and Mago Yaqi holding a sword behind him. As Duolong's body fell heavily on the stone platform, the audience began to shout wildly.

"Queen! Queen!"

Magao Yaqi shook off the blood on her sword, put the Western sword into its scabbard and walked away from the stone platform with cold steps.

The audience on the stage didn't stop cheering until her figure disappeared from the exit.

Two medical staff loaded Doron's body onto a stretcher and carried him away from the playing field.

"Doron is dead..."

Shirley, who was eating secretly in the kitchen, sensed the disappearance of Doron's breath, dropped the pastry in her hand and ran towards the cabin, ready to tell Mark the good news.