One Piece: Tulip Family

As time passed, the fighting in the gladiatorial arena became more and more fierce, and many weak gladiators had been gradually eliminated, and there were only more than twenty stronger gladiators left on the field.

And in the process of fighting each other to eliminate each other, there is one person who catches the attention of Satan.

It is a young man wearing a slave collar, he is about eighteen years old, wearing an off-white gown with a red snake pattern on it, and the lower half of his body is a matching trouser with green clothes and a scarf with horizontal stripes on the top of his head.

The weapon used is a pair of crutches with iron balls at the end, his body is very thin, but his strength is very strong, in the knockout match, almost all the enemies were knocked down by him with one move, and even the knight's shield made of steel was shattered by him.

And from the whispers of the surrounding audience, Satan learned that this guy's name is the ghost man Ah Jin, and the reason why he is called a ghost man is that he is ruthless, even if the enemy cries and begs for mercy in front of him, he kills people without blinking.

It is said that he was the private slave of Count Simon, and had previously completed the feat of forty-nine consecutive victories in the gladiatorial arena, and was the killer of Count Simon.

"It's really strong, it's completely two grades of existence with other people.

Satan stared at Ah Jin in the gladiatorial arena with burning eyes, his fingers unconsciously touching his chin, and he did not hide the admiration in his eyes.

And Ah Jin, who was admired by Satan, obviously didn't know that someone in the audience had already made up his mind, and at this time, his attention was all focused on the remaining opponents on the field.

"It's too much trouble to solve them one by one. Ah Jin looked at the more than twenty gladiators around him who were still guarding each other, and suddenly shouted at them: "It's too weak, you guys go up together." "

What? "

Bastard, how dare you underestimate us?"

"Little ghost, you're looking for death." "

......

The gladiator who could come to participate in the gladiatorial challenge was not a confident and short-tempered person, Ah Jin's voice directly caused public anger, and the other gladiators scolded one after another, and shifted their attention to Ah Jin.

"Hmph, I said you are all garbage, don't you understand?"

Seeing that it attracted the attention of others, Ah Jin not only did not panic, but hooked his fingers with disdain and continued to provoke.

"Since you want to die, Lao Tzu will fulfill you. A

burly man roared, waved his giant axe and rushed forward, the blade of the wheel-sized axe slashing at Ah Jin's head with the force of opening mountains and cracking rocks.

In the face of the huge axe blade, Ah Jin's face did not change, and the iron crutch in his left hand turned around in his hand, horizontal above his head, and easily held the giant axe of the strong man, and at the same time, in the stunned eyes of the strong man, his body rushed forward, and the iron crutch in his right hand smashed on the strong man's neck with lightning speed.

Then, his body flashed and rushed towards the next enemy, and behind him, the strong man who was still arrogant fell down softly, and lost his combat effectiveness under Ah Jin's blow.

The other gladiators were no luckier than the strong men with axes, and no one could survive a single move under the thunderous and fierce attack of Ah Jin.

Who would have thought that his thin body would contain such a powerful explosive power, which could smash steel plates with a random blow, and the armor on the gladiators' bodies was like a layer of tissue paper under his attack, and it could not play a protective role at all.

Soon, under a heavy blow from Ah Jin, the last gladiator also broke his bones and tendons, and fell to the ground, and he was finally the only one left in the entire gladiatorial arena.

"Ghost Man Ah Jin, Ghost Man Ah Jin..."

, the audience frantically shouted his name, shouting for his victory.

"I like his ruthless look, Saab, and I'm going to invite him to join the Tulip family. "

It's been a long time since I've met such a pure warrior," Satan whispered as he leaned back in his chair with a bright smile on his face.

"Ah Jin is not necessarily the strongest warrior, but he must be the most warlike warrior! He is completely serious about fighting with the strong, once the battle starts, he can't stop, even if he has several poisoned arrows in his body that can knock an elephant to the ground, he can knock down a person with a fist.

"That's great, just watching him fight makes my blood boil, and if he joins the family, I'll be able to fight with him every day."

Sabo also laughed happily, and it seemed that he also recognized Ah Jin's performance.

The cheers of the audience were like a tide, but Ah Jin in the gladiatorial arena always stood coldly, completely deaf to everyone's cheers, and finally, the cheers of the audience, who felt bored, gradually weakened.

Ah Jin held the iron crutch in his hand, suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of the VIP seat, "Count Simon, it's time for you to fulfill your promise."

His voice was low and not loud, but the strange thing was that everyone in the audience heard his words clearly, and then they all looked at Count Simon in the VIP seat with a curious face, and they didn't even dare to breathe, they were obviously more interested in the gossip of the nobles than the bloody gladiatorial fight.

"What?" Count

Simon, who was laughing at the fact that he had won face in the gladiatorial battle of his slaves, looked puzzled, and did not understand what Ah Jin was talking about.

"You promised me that if I won fifty games in a row in the gladiatorial arena, you would give me freedom.

Ah Jin pinched the iron crutch in his hand, and said word by word, his eyes were firmly fixed on Count Simon in the VIP seat, bastard, such an important agreement, you actually don't care? Hearing Ah Jin's words, Count

Simon's face sank, and it was just to let him go all out to fight hard in the gladiatorial arena and earn more benefits for himself, so he said casually, but he didn't expect him to take it seriously.

Count Simon leaned back on the seat, his index finger lightly tapped on the wooden railing of the chair, and secretly thought in his heart, not to mention that Lao Tzu was not ready to let you go in the first place, even if Lao Tzu really wanted to let you go, it is time to regret it now, what a fortune a gladiator slave who can win fifty consecutive victories in the gladiatorial arena to sell to the Tianlong people.

"Freedom

?" repeated in a low voice from Count Simon, and then laughed as if he had heard a great joke, "Are you dreaming? A slave still wants to be free?"

"That's what you promised, do you want to go back in front of everyone? Don't you care about the reputation of the nobility?"

Ah Jin couldn't help but take a few steps forward, clenched his fists and asked with anger in his eyes, his voice short and powerful, obviously suppressing the anger to the extreme.

"Hehe, no wonder you want to bring it up now, do you want to use the people present to bet on my reputation?"

Count Simon sneered, lit a cigarette, took a slow puff, and then glanced at Ah Jin, and said contemptuously: "But, is it necessary for Lao Tzu to talk to a slave about reputation? You have to make it clear, slave, but the master's private property." "