A Pirate's Counting Life

"good chance!"

Qingjiao looked at Mark, who was approaching quickly, and was secretly happy. An aura emanated from him.

"Domineering and domineering"

Mark's pupils shrank and a name appeared in his mind. With just one look, he felt as if he was facing a god of death.

Her brain was in a panic and she couldn't control her body. Qingjiao saw this and punched Mark, sending him flying several meters away.

"Pfft~"

Mark knelt down and spit out a large mouthful of blood. He felt a force rushing around in his body.

I felt a little wary about the Ba Chong Fist. This thing can still drive Qi into the enemy's body. I saw Qingjiao's cone head attacking.

Mark endured the pain and used the shaver to dodge the opponent's attack. Seeing that Mark was avoiding the green pepper, he stopped attacking and prepared to repeat the same trick.

Another wave of momentum erupted from Qingjiao and hit Mark, but this time Mark had no fear in his heart.

"You're just a domineering person who wants me to surrender? You deserve it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mark pulled out the blood cherry from his waist and shouted loudly, "Face the wind."

Qingjiao looked at Mark solemnly. From the beginning, he saw that the other person was a swordsman. At this moment, when he heard the other person's words, he was immediately alert.

Anyone who can slash the gust of wind is not a small character. Just when Qingjiao was about to deal with the gust of wind, dozens of flying slashes rushed towards him.

"Where's the promised blast?"

Qingjiao collected her thoughts and secretly scolded Mark for being shameless for using a verbal trap to let herself get into his rhythm and think that there was really a strong wind coming.

"Hachuchou Fist Secret Ranbu"

Qingjiao stood up upside down, pressed her cone head against the ground, and began to spin at high speed.

A rotating wall of air appeared around his body, and all slashes that came close to him were deflected by this rotating force.

"Good guy, you have developed Kaitian."

Mark secretly complained in his heart, and did not stop the movement of his hand, speeding up the swing.

He wanted to see if Qingjiao would get dizzy spinning at such a high speed.

As time went by, Green Pepper's speed became slower and slower, but Mark's chops were still dense.

"What a monster"

Qingjiao cursed secretly in his heart, then raised his cone head to the ground, and quickly lifted his body up.

"The Secret of Eight-Chong Fist Rotating Cone Head"

Qingjiao's body quickly spun in the air and hit Mark, looking at the cone flying towards him.

Mark's eyes narrowed, and he held the knife with both hands and quickly struck several flying slashes at Qingjiao, but they were all smashed by Qingjiao's cone head.

Mark used to think that the conical head of the green pepper was so hard because it was covered with armed color.

He didn't expect that the cone head without the armor color would be so hard. He felt that he had made a mistake, but the desire to win in his heart prevented him from retreating.

"One Sword Style Mysterious Cutting Steel Flash"

Mark held the knife in both hands and tilted his body slightly, swung the blood cherry with all his strength and chopped off the green pepper cone head.

He wanted to see if the opponent's awl was stronger or his knife was stronger. The awl tip collided with the blade, and the two of them quickly separated after a loud noise.

Mark's hand holding the knife trembled slightly. Although the green pepper's awl was not damaged, the pain still caused his cheek to twitch slightly. The blow just now was uncomfortable for both of them.

"You can't do it, kid! Look how your hands are shaking."

Qingjiao taunted, hoping to anger Mark and make him reveal his flaws, but Mark didn't accept his trick.

"If I were your parents, I would drown you in a urinal."

Qingjiao's cheeks jumped slightly. He hated people mentioning his parents. When Mark saw this, he quickly showed Kizaru's signature expression.

"Looking at your expression, you can't be an abandoned baby."

Qingjiao looked at Mark's expression of wanting to be beaten, and felt even more angry.

"Eight Chong Fist Secret Dragon"

Qingjiao shouted and rushed towards Mark. Feeling the momentum from Qingjiao, Mark also rushed towards him not to be outdone.

The long knife and the cone head collided again, but this time there was a clicking sound from Xue Ying's blade.

Before Mark could react, Xue Ying was smashed into two pieces by Qingjiao with the cone head, and then hit Mark's chest with unabated force.

"Iron block!"

Mark yelled angrily and flexed his chest muscles. He quickly grabbed the rotating cone with his left hand and instantly blood and flesh flew everywhere. Mark endured the pain and tightly grabbed the green pepper's cone with his left hand to prevent him from moving forward.

He couldn't guarantee that his iron block could withstand the blood cherry. Mark gritted his teeth.

He raised the bloody cherry with only half of it in his right hand and stabbed it towards Qingjiao, as if he wanted to give him a backstop even if he died.

Qingjiao frowned and shook off Mark's left hand, then twisted it in the air, and the blood cherry rubbed Qingjiao's back.

There was a splash of blood, and the two faced off again. Mark's left hand was a bloody mess, and a [-]-centimeter gash was opened on Qingjiao's back, and blood was pouring out.

After 2 minutes, Qingjiao was the first to speak, "I didn't have lunch today and I'm not in good condition. I'll decide the winner next time."

Mark was relieved when he heard this. Just when he was about to pick up the broken sword, Qingjiao suddenly said

"That navy, what's your name?"

"Cap"

Mark whispered a name, then bent down to pick up the broken sword on the ground.

"Garp, I remember you! My name is Qingjiao, I look forward to our next meeting!"

Qingjiao looked at Mark carefully and seemed to remember him in her heart, then turned around and shouted to the fighting Babao Navy.

"Everyone stop it"

After Qingjiao led the people away, Wayne also came closer, looked at Mark's bloody left hand and asked with concern.

"Lieutenant Colonel, are you okay?"

Mark shook his head slightly, asked someone to clean up the battlefield, and then returned to the warship with the remaining sailors.

"Go to the nearest branch"

Mark gave an order to Wayne who was aside, and then walked towards the lounge.

Mark suddenly stopped halfway through, turned around and called to Wayne who was walking away, and shouted, "Get the food ready and bring it to the room for me."

After speaking, Mark walked into the lounge without looking back. He lay comfortably on the leather chair. Mark slowly raised his left hand.

His left hand, which was originally bloody and bloody, has recovered to some extent. When he thinks of the battle just now, Mark feels very irritable.

The cone head of Qingjiao is really annoying. He may not be able to defeat the opponent before he has a weapon.

But he wanted to leave but the other party couldn't keep him. Mark began to recall the plot in his mind and wanted to get a good weapon. The only weapon he could get at this time was the famous ancestral sword of a weapons store owner in Rogge Town.

Xue Zai, one of the fifty good swordsmen, of course, this premise is that the boss is not lying. Xue Zai is really inherited from their family, otherwise it will be in vain. As for weapons, Mark is not in a hurry for the time being. Anyway, Rogge Town is I won't run away there

He planned to go to the nearest branch for training first, and then go out for a wander after the Babao Navy Army left. He wrote down Qingjiao's name in a small notebook. Mark said that he had decided on Qingjiao's cone head, and Garp couldn't stop him.

The warship traveled for five hours and finally arrived at Nava Island, because a phone bug had previously notified the 72 branch on the island.

So when the warship sailed into the port, Colonel Cohen of the 72nd Branch was already waiting for Mark at the dock.

"Welcome Colonel Mark to Branch 72"

Cohen enthusiastically stepped forward and held Mark's hand. The news about Branch 45 had spread to all the branches in the West Sea. They also understood that Mark's visit to the West Sea this time was not only to clean up pirates, but also to clean up the navy's scum.

Cohen fully approved of this matter. He had long disliked those scum. If he didn't have Mark's phone number, he would have reported it with his real name.

The group came to the canteen chatting and laughing, and Mark was not polite and directly ordered food for 500 people.

While waiting for food, Mark asked Cohen who was sitting aside, "Colonel Cohen, what do you think about the appearance of the Sword Pirates and the Babao Navy in the sea area you are responsible for?"

When Cohen heard this, he was stunned for a moment and then said in shock, "This is true!"

Seeing that the other party's expression didn't seem to be hypocritical, Mark's tone was a bit kinder, "I've seen them fight before."

Cohen's eyes lit up and he looked at Mark in shock. The opponent was able to watch the battle around two pirates with a bounty of over [-] million, so wouldn't the opponent's strength be that of a lieutenant general?

Mark also saw the look in the other person's eyes, waved his hand and said softly, "Colonel Cohen, don't think too much of me, I just evacuated when I saw him from a distance."

Colonel Cohen's eyes dimmed a bit, and an anxious look appeared on his face again.

It's like you are living in a wooden house, and suddenly a tiger appears and patrols around the house. The feeling is so sour.

Seeing that the other party looked frightened, Mark comforted him and said, "Don't worry, Colonel Cohen. I have notified the headquarters and they will send someone to deal with it."

The look of panic on Colonel Cohen's face faded a bit when he heard this. Although he was still a little scared, he felt a little more confident than before.

After the meal, the two chatted for a while. Seeing that Cohen was distracted, Mark directly said goodbye.

Returning to the room prepared for him, Mark took out a phone from his arms and dialed a number

"Bulu Bulu...I am Sora"

Sora's voice came from the other end of the phone, and Mark quickly started to prepare his emotions.

"Wow!! Teacher, I was bullied. Their methods were extremely cruel. I almost died."

Hearing Mark's angry wailing, the veins on Kong's forehead twitched slightly, and he said in a bad tone, "Speak humanly! I still have a lot of documents to process here, and I don't have time to talk nonsense with you."

When Mark heard this, he smiled "hehe" and then said, "I met the Sword Pirates and the Eight Treasure Navy in the West Sea."

Sora, who was still a little careless at first, changed his tone after hearing these two names, "Have you fought against them?"

As soon as the words came out, he realized that he had asked an idiot question. If that were true, he could send people to the West Sea to salvage Mark's body now.

"Teacher, you really think highly of me."

Mark was a little speechless. Don’t you know who those people are? With his little arms and legs, how could he go up and shout?

"Don't fight anymore"

Do you laugh the other person to death and then inherit the other person's bounty?