Pirate's Dream Master

One battle after another ended quickly, and Patches' winning streak had reached 850 times. In the high-end room of the arena, a gentle young man wearing glasses kept wiping the sweat from his head and reported: " Director, it’s no longer possible, almost all the backup giant beasts are dead, if this continues, no one will go up to fight.”

The middle-aged man sitting in front of him crossed his legs and said calmly: "Send someone to contact Napaqis later to see if he is willing to join us. If he is willing, let him achieve a thousand consecutive victories. If No, humph, our Devil Fruit is not that easy to get, let the worshiper go up and deal with him when the time comes, a newcomer cannot make any trouble."

"Another one, another person fell. Is it true that no one can stop Patches's winning streak? Heroes, do you want to watch others take the honor of a thousand consecutive victories from you? "

In fact, there are still many strong men in the field who have a bounty of 20 to 30 million, but they are cautious and dare not take the initiative to challenge. After all, no one knows whether Patches has used his full strength, and with his fighting skills Style is impossible to hold back.

Just as the crowd was cheering, a discordant voice suddenly came in: "Hey, big man, you are very strong, do you want to hang out with me?"

I saw a young man in black clothes sitting on the fence with one leg crossed and making a sound, looking a little unrestrained.

Many people couldn't help but laugh out loud. After all, judging from his appearance, this young man didn't look like Patches's opponent at all. Comparing the two of them, it was the difference between a demon king and an ordinary person.

Patches also turned his head, stared at Roy, and said with a ferocious smile: "Haha, of course you can, but you have to defeat me. Before you, some people who overestimated their capabilities also made the same invitation. Now there is no one." With one exception, it turned into a pile of rotten meat. Boy, do you still dare to come down now?"

"Sounds like a good suggestion. I accepted it. Let's have a fight." Roy jumped directly from the towering platform and landed on the ground without stirring up even a trace of dust. This also made many The pupils of those who wanted to see the joke shrank. Just from the hand Roy showed now, he knew that he was definitely not a weakling.

"Hey, sir, you, you are not in compliance with the rules. You haven't signed up yet." The host said with a tangled look on his face.

"Hahahaha, who wants to see your boring hunting? This should be a real battlefield."

"War, war, war!" The audience was already the first to roar.

"Okay then, sir, you are the 851st challenger. May I ask your name?" The host compromised with a look of helplessness.

"Roy."

"Next is the 851st battle. The unknown swordsman Roy fights against the terrifying Slayer Patches."

"Come on, punch me." Patches seemed to be enjoying the fighting process immensely. Even though he had been fighting for so long, his energy was still extremely strong, and he even felt like he was getting stronger the more he fought.

"Bang" a huge sound came out, and it turned out to be Roy holding up the sword, without even pulling out the scabbard, and was in a stalemate with Patches' giant fist.

Many people looked at the scene in disbelief. Roy just lifted the scabbard and stopped Patches's violent iron fist. You know, before this, few people could do it. A head-on fight with Patches.

After Patches got over the initial surprise, he was not angry but happy, and shouted loudly: "Have fun, come again."

The two fists transformed into countless fist shadows in the air, as if hundreds of punches were punched in an instant. This also made countless people who were thinking about whether to end up feel lucky. After all, Patches had only relied on indestructible power to control the situation before. It is invincible, and now even the attack speed is so fast, there are really not many people who can stop it.

Roy was also very happy to see this. In his opinion, the stronger Patches, the better. Only strong people are worthy of being conquered.

Roy stood on the spot without moving a step, and the sword in his hand also transformed into countless sword shadows, as if they were perfectly opposite to Patches's fist shadow. To outsiders, it was like a needle point against a wheat beam, evenly matched.

Only Patches could feel the power of the young man in front of him. Every time the sword fell, it hit his fist exactly. Moreover, looking at his lazy look, it was like an adult pointing out a child. The gap is so big that they are not in the same dimension.

"Damn it, stop looking down on people, explode, my little universe." Patches roared angrily, his eyes became extremely red, and the aura on his body began to gradually rise. The strength of each punch was increasing, even if he punched The speed is also getting faster and faster.

To outsiders, not even the afterimage can be seen. Even those who call themselves strong have tried their best to barely match the speed of the two. Now they have completely lost the connection with the two in their hearts. The idea of ​​a monster battle.

Although their eyes can barely keep up, their thinking cannot, let alone their body's reaction. If they were on the field, they would probably be beaten to pieces without even being able to mount a complete counterattack.

Roy also increased the weight of Patches in his heart again. Unexpectedly, Patches was actually a Devil Fruit user. Although he didn't know what his ability was, it matched the strange power of his body very well.

Roy estimated in his heart that before using his abilities, Patches might be a little worse than Direwolf. Judging by the bounty, he would be roughly at the level of 3000 million Baileys. But after he used his abilities, his strength increased explosively, and his combat effectiveness even approached the level of 5000 million Baileys.

A person of this level, let alone Beihai, can be considered a strong person even in the first half of the Grand Line. Roy admired in his heart that he definitely found a treasure this time.

It was based on this idea that the sword in Roy's hand became faster and faster, and he began to become more serious. After all, for a fighting madman like Patches, the best way is to simply use his absolute strength to convince him. .

In his heart, Patches was indeed as Roy believed. In his past battles, as long as he used his fruit ability and matched his body's quality, almost no one could stop his explosion, but he didn't expect this. This time he was suppressed from beginning to end, and he couldn't help but plant the seeds of Roy's invincibility in his heart.

"Okay, that's it. Next, I will attack with all my strength. If you can't even block this attack, you are not qualified to be my crew member." Roy said seriously. After all, the test is It goes both ways. If Patches dies in this blow, it means that he is only at this level, and Roy will only feel regret, but will never regret it.

For a fighting maniac like Patches, Roy's slightly ruthless words were more to his liking. He shouted: "Come on, I go to sea to constantly challenge the strong. If I can't even hit him with one blow, If you can’t stop it, you might as well die here.”

Hearing the words of the two people, the hearts of all the audience were in their throats. The cheers and shouts suddenly stopped. The venue was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Everyone held their breath and prepared to witness this rare event. fighting.

Even the Arena Director, who had previously dismissed him, was sweating. After all, the strength displayed by these two people was completely beyond his imagination. Although they could not match the power behind him, they could still be considered. He is a strong supporter. If he can be recruited into his faction, his status in the organization will definitely be improved.

"Draw a knife and cut"

Light, the light that shines to the extreme, is like the first ray of dawn; darkness, the heaven and earth are silent for it, like the whisper of the call of death.

Between this extreme light and darkness, no one could even open their eyes, and their minds were completely drawn into it.

It seemed like a moment, and it seemed like an extremely long time. People's minds were still a little blank, and they had no idea what had happened before.

Roy sheathed the knife, and Patches was half-kneeling on the ground. He had become a bloody man. His body was in pieces, like cracked glass, and his body actually expanded again, reaching a full seven meters high.

Roy could see clearly that it was Patches who once again activated his fruit ability at the most critical moment, causing the whole person to violently turn into a seven-meter-tall giant monster that could not be stopped. Even so, he was almost overwhelmed. Reversal of damage.

"Captain, it seems that I am going to take this stab. Unfortunately, my journey seems to be coming to an end here. What a pity." Patches surprisingly did not resent Roy. For the strong, death has never been a problem. Not a terrible thing.

"Congratulations on becoming my crew member, but it seems that you have to continue to fight for me on my ship." Roy shook his head, pressing his right hand on Patches' body, a ray of colorful light flashed, Patches The injuries on his body gradually disappeared until the wounds were completely healed.

"What, what's going on? My injuries are completely gone. Captain, how on earth did you do that?" Patches asked in disbelief.

"The origin of dreams is illusion and reality. What is real and what is illusion are all determined by my dream master."