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"Good boy, you hid it well enough, it's a real Chrysanthemum Sword. No wonder you kept the sword aside during the fight."

Vashto greeted Yue'er when he saw him leaving the field with his head held high like a winner.

"Don't laugh at me, this is the way my family swordsmanship is, I have no other choice, I just took advantage of the fact that the other party doesn't have Armament Haki."

As Yue Er walked into the waiting corridor, his face changed and he instantly turned back into the complaining guy.

"If my father hadn't beaten me since I was a child, I wouldn't have wanted to learn such a shameful sword technique."

Yue Er lowered his head, not wanting people around him to recognize that he was the guy who had just stabbed someone in the ass on the stage.

"No, no, no, your family's swordsmanship is very strong. The great way is simple. As long as you can injure your opponent to the greatest extent in the game, it doesn't matter if the sword is shameful or not, as long as it is useful, it's fine. What's the point of saving face? Is life more important?"

Washto shook his head repeatedly. He really admired this sword technique from the bottom of his heart. Its simplicity and effectiveness were unexpected.

"Number three? Where's number three Vashto? If you don't come over, I'll automatically give up my qualification."

Instructor Zefa searched for his voice, interrupting Vashto's attempt to have a deeper discussion with Yue'er about how to attack Chrysanthemum more effectively.

"Uncle, I'm here, uncle"

Vashto shouted as he walked towards the arena.

He walked onto the stage with a smile on his face, but when he saw the three people standing on the stage, the smile on Vashto's face disappeared instantly.

So he called Instructor Zefa "Uncle" for a long time, but it didn't work at all? Others were fighting one against one, why did he have to fight three against one? Shouldn't this be the treatment for Sakaski?

Was the notice sent in error?

Vashto cursed in his heart, but he took a fighting stance. Since he had come this far, there was no turning back.

"Are you Vashto?"

The thin-looking man opposite asked.

"Yes, and no, it depends on how you understand it. Why are you asking this? I didn't fuck your mother, did I?"

Vashto responded without any manners, saying that they were mortal enemies and there was no point in being polite.

"If you are his, then it is very important to us."

"To put it simply, the three of us are assassins, from the West Sea, North Sea, and South Sea. Someone offered a 5 million bounty on the black market for you, so we went to the Kingdom of Vidocq to try our luck, but we were caught by the navy."

"However, fortunately, there is always a way out. I unexpectedly met you here. Although I won't get a reward for killing you, it can give the three of us some comfort."

"You are alone, and the three of us want to kill you alone, so the choice is yours. Who do you want to die at?"

"I'm kindly reminding you that I've been saying this for so long, if you don't choose me, I will disregard the agreement and attack with the person you choose."

The killer who was speaking had a ferocious look on his face, with murderous intent revealed in his eyes.

"I don't have time to wait for the three pieces to fuse together and then combine them into a two-star big piece. I want to pick three."

Vashto looked at the three of them.

"That's great. I'll take charge then."

The killer who had spoken earlier stepped forward with a knife in hand. The opportunity could not be missed. He had to strike first and vent his anger.

The oldest killer among them did not speak, but just stood at the back and observed Vashto silently, as if waiting for the opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.

"That's enough, Instructor Zefa. Others are either gold medal killers or famous pirates, but why do they lose their composure when it comes to me?"

"What was he thinking when he asked the new navy recruits to kill three little thieves?"

Vashto continued to speak arrogantly. Sakaski was showing off in front of the audience all over the world, so he also wanted to be in the spotlight.

A young man should be reckless when he is young. Although his original owner died in the last stage of his youth, it does not prevent his soul from having the spirit of a youth.

The killer with the knife twitched slightly when he heard this.

"Boy, don't try to provoke me, or I'll let your eyes see your brains"

He stepped forward suddenly, the knife in his hand gleaming.

He has been dominating the assassin world of the West Sea for so many years relying on this extraordinary divine sword. The sword is engraved with blue lines full of evil intent. It was once a treasure worshipped by the royal family of a disappeared kingdom, and was accidentally dug out by him while farming.

His eyes slowly opened at this moment, with blue light emanating from his pupils.

At this moment the man laughed wildly.

"You are just a new recruit in the navy. I am the most valiant and skilled warrior in the kingdom. Even if you are a general, you will be vulnerable when I am at my peak."

As he spoke, blue, substantial lines gradually appeared on his body.

Go to hell! Arrogant little devil.

Bluetooth God War's Thrust.

The man turned into a shadow and rushed towards Vashto, with his hands in the shape of an eagle, aiming directly at Vashto's heart and kidneys.

At the same time, blue lines emanated from his hands, trying to dig out the target location directly.

Vashto didn't dodge, his muscles began to swell, and the whole beast instantly became a level taller, becoming the average height of about three meters in the One Piece world.

A crimson light emanated from his entire body, and everyone on the arena felt an increasingly strong and suffocating aura.

Claws.

Vashto grabbed the intruder's body with lightning speed. Even though the blue lines extended by the killer kept attacking Vashto's heart and kidneys, they still failed to pierce the animal's skin.

With both claws, he tore the intruder's chest into two halves.

The strange knife broke into two pieces in an instant and fell to the ground.

The man's flesh and blood flew everywhere, and Vashto opened his mouth and bit off his head, and his brain burst open in Vashto's mouth.

Throwing the two halves of the attacker out of the field, Vashto turned and looked at the other two remaining killers.

"Come on, I want to swallow two heads at once"

Vashto's body was covered with the blood that the man had just shed, and he looked very scary.

The arena fell into deathly silence.

Isn't this the assessment for the Marine Recruit Advancement Camp? How could there be a contestant who eats a living person?

Then it immediately turns into a sea of ​​joy, which is really enjoyable and exciting to watch.

On the arena, the two killers remained silent.

No one among them had expected that the man known as one of the top ten killers in the West Sea would die so quickly. In just one encounter, he was torn into two halves by Washto, and the other party even ate his head raw on the spot.

The air on the stage seemed to freeze.

The old man's body was shaking a little. He never expected that things would turn out so exaggeratedly.

"Go, that guy is not something we can defeat alone"

The old man pulled out four or five bottles of poison from his pocket and threw them at Vashto.

Another killer slashed at Vashto with a dagger.

"Boy, don't be too arrogant. My characteristic is speed. If I can't break your defense with one or two hits, I will hit him one or two hundred times."

"Remember my name, Mal the Swift"

The attacker was extremely fast and the dagger's attack points were concentrated on the heart and kidneys which had just been attacked by the first killer.

"Oh"

Vashto didn't have the energy to continue and slapped the killer who was jumping around him on the forehead, breaking the knife and the man.

“I am not afraid of poison”

Using his razor, Vashto quickly approached the old man who had thrown four or five bottles of poison. He dug a big hole in the opponent's abdomen with his left claw and twisted the old man's head off with his right claw.