Pirate's Swordsmanship Supreme

Looking at a metal rod and a steel knife on the table, Qi Ya felt a little pain in his head.

After pondering for a moment, the boy put the "Garcia" in his hand back into the scabbard, pointed two nearby villagers to come up, and held the two ends of the metal rod one on the left and the other on the right.

He himself bent down to pick up the steel knife, noticed the slightly curled edge, and cursed inwardly.

There was no brewing breath. In order to achieve a better shock effect, Qi Ya raised his knife and cut the metal rod in front of him into two pieces like a melon or a vegetable.

There was another uproar in the audience.

The two villagers on the stage who were responsible for holding the "props" had originally planned to injure their arms due to the huge force. Now that the metal rod had been chopped into two pieces, the force feedback from their arms was minimal.

"Is this the strength of the swordsman? Is he probably stronger than the Saint Zachary Clan Chief?"

Such thoughts appeared in the hearts of all the simple villagers.

The effect of establishing power was obvious. No fearless villager dared to challenge this monster that could even cut through steel.

Qi Ya was naturally happy to be clean, and at noon, the winners of Arenas 1 and 2 were announced.

Arena No. 1, swordsman Qia;

Arena No. 2, Rough Kurta.

……

During lunch time, it was rare that April and I went to cook Patricia's restaurant to solve her stomach problem.

The little evil girl held her cheeks with both hands, squinting at the crescent moon and watching Qi Ya finish the table full of meat in front of her, and then she said:

"Qi Ya, after you become the clan leader, when do you plan to marry me home?"

"Then you have to wait until I become the clan leader first, right? Your brother is very strong..." Young Saki adopted a delaying tactic and avoided the topic.

Regarding the placement of the little evil girl, Qi Ya had already made a decision in her heart after telling her in the morning that she should not let herself appear in front of her like a loser.

He planned to go to sea alone, and then hand over the position of clan leader and his two-story building to the other party.

Since shipbuilding takes some time, there are still many things waiting for him to do, including learning navigation skills and handing over the position of clan leader.

"That's right. Brother Kurta has become a lot stronger in the past few months. We can wait until you get the position of clan leader, Qiya." The little evil girl said with a cheerful smile.

His eyes accidentally touched the other person's flat chest, and Qi Ya couldn't help but say: "Ai Puli."

The little evil girl responded: "Huh? What's wrong?"

Qi Ya asked seriously: "Are you really fourteen this year?"

The little evil girl replied doubtfully: "Yes, why do you ask?"

Qi Ya took the little evil girl's hand and walked out of the restaurant, and then said hesitantly: "...Isn't there fruit like papaya on the island? You can eat more of it in the future...Well, it's good for your health."

Little Evil Girl: "Is that so? Well, let me try."

The restaurant's back cook, Patricia, who had let herself fall out of love once, secretly wiped her tears, cried for a while, then picked up the piece of meat in her other hand and took a bite.

"Patricia, can you teach me how to cook a few simple dishes in the next week?"

Qi Ya's voice sounded from behind the cook.

Patricia turned around and stared blankly at the boy who had turned back at some point. The flame of love rekindled in her heart and she nodded hurriedly: "Okay!"

"..." Qi Ya looked at the cook who was behaving a little strangely today and vaguely guessed something. She was shocked and then frightened.

But he still maintained his usual look on his face, as if he asked unintentionally: "Patricia, how old are you this year?"

The cook wiped the grease on her mouth with the back of her hand and said with some trepidation, "Well, it's not even thirty yet."

Qi Ya breathed a sigh of relief and said: "So, Patricia, you treat me as your son, right? You saw me and April eating together at noon, um, we were talking about marriage... I was relieved. Tears?"

The young man Qi himself didn't believe this.

The cook usually looked at him like a hungry wolf staring at a lamb, and the words "I'll open a restaurant to feed you" didn't sound like words uttered by overflowing maternal instincts.

However, his body is only 14 years old, how could Patricia do this...

Old wife, young husband and so on, Qi Ya shuddered just thinking about it.The misconception of the cook must be corrected!A simple foster mother or foster sister is the bright road! !

After hearing Qiya's words, Patricia's rekindled love flame was once again extinguished.

Just like a girl who is crazy about chasing stars and suddenly learns that the actor she likes is married, the cook's tears suddenly burst out of her eyes.

She choked up her voice and struggled to respond:

"Yes...(sob)...I, I have always regarded you as my...(sob)...son."

"These are...(sobbing)...tears of joy for my mother."

At this time, Ai Puli called Qi Ya in an unkind tone at the kitchen door, signaling the other party not to mess around.

The young man comforted the little evil girl, then patted Patricia's voluptuous shoulder with a complicated expression, sighed, and turned to leave.

In this case, it is impossible to be responsible, even in this life.

But he couldn't just let his few friends in the village continue to be sad. Qi Ya began to think about how to guide Patricia to invest her energy in more meaningful things.

……

Time soon came to the afternoon, and the battle to determine the position of the clan leader was about to begin.

In the square, Arena No. 2 has been dismantled, and a few long tables have been placed instead for a simple handicap.

The security team under the clan elders' association was responsible for maintaining order. Qi Ya saw that the table was already filled with piles of Baileys and scattered gold and silver jewelry.

The young man whispered a few words into the little evil girl's ear.

April's eyes lit up, and then she asked hesitantly: "Do you really want to go all-in? But I think you are not in good condition today, and Brother Kurta is really much stronger."

Qi Ya nodded, touched the little evil girl's head, and said in a calm tone: "Don't worry! If you compensate, then I will compensate you the entire Baisha Island."

Hearing this, Ai Puli rolled her eyes at Qi Ya, then not to be outdone, she touched Qi Ya's head on tiptoes and said, "Come on! Defeat my brother!!"

With a dark face, Qi Ya silently took the little evil girl's hand off his head, nodded slightly, turned around and walked towards the ring.

April was busy going home to get all her wealth.

After sitting cross-legged on the ring and waiting quietly for half an hour, Kurta, dressed in brown leather armor and holding a heavy hammer, entered the ring, followed by a thin old man from the clan's elders' association.

Qi Ya stood up and stretched his muscles.

He began to look for the little evil girl among the crowd of people in the audience, trying to confirm whether this half-grown girl had already settled the matter.

The swordsman's eyesight allowed him to quickly find April, who was standing on the edge of the boulder and waving excitedly. It was probably due to the identity of the other party. There was only one little evil girl on the rock that could accommodate five or six people.

Seeing that the opponent was already interested in watching the competition, Qi Ya felt relieved.

He really doesn't have many Baileys on hand. Now that he has the opportunity to make a fortune, he naturally doesn't want to give up this opportunity... Well, before the truth is revealed, the little evil girl's money is his money.

When the two candidates for the clan leader all stood on the stage, the excitement in the arena reached its peak.

Influenced by the enthusiastic villagers, the thin old man from the clan elders' association was also aroused in his heart. He chanted the originally simple opening speech in a melodious tone for more than ten minutes.

Finally, Kurta on the side couldn't stand the old man's endless chatter. He threw the heavy hammer on the table, crossed his arms and interrupted:

"Grandpa Victor, that's almost enough. It's time to go down."