Pirates: I am a great swordsman

Ding, ding, ding!

Zeke kept swinging the hammer in his hand, beating the forged materials rhythmically. At this moment, these sounds were not only not harsh, but more like jumping notes

As these forgers began to hammer, the people in the arena slowly stopped in front of their favorite weapons.

There was a large group of people gathered in front of each forging table.

There were only a few people here in Zeke, and most of them were women. After all, those rough men were not as good-looking as the young man in front of them.

The key is that he is rich and unmarried!

They have different observation points from Weiss. Weiss observes swords, and they observe people.

There are the most people around Phoenix, not only because he is the favorite to win this event, but also because many people bet on him.

There are also a few people because of the weapon he is forging now!

A sword!

A very common single-edged sword in the world of pirates.

Phoenix also has his own ambitions. For this competition, he took out the best materials he had collected in the past ten years and made the most adequate preparations before forging.

We had sex last night!

He found that this could improve his physical function in a short time!

He wanted to forge a supreme big knife in this competition.

In the past eleven competitions, the best result of the champion was a big knife, and the worst result was also a big knife-level weapon, which has never been surpassed.

He wanted to forge one, so that he would be the first in the history of the forging competition to forge a weapon of supreme quality, which would be an unprecedented honor.

Although he knew that some of the supreme big knives were the same as the black knives, because the users of the big knives constantly used their own blood and domineering energy to cultivate them, he just wanted to give it a try!

No, it doesn't mean it's impossible!

This is Phoenix's wish and attitude!

The noisy sounds around him seemed to be far away from him at this moment, and he was immersed in forging. The people around seemed to have noticed this, and they shut up silently and stopped talking.

One day passed!

Someone successfully forged his weapon and handed it to the conference. Half of the judges shook their heads and judged it to be a good sharp knife level. He took the weapon and left.

He sold it to someone else.

Why not sell the weapon? Keep it for yourself? Please, I'm just a blacksmith!

The referees sitting in the simple shed looked at the people who were forging iron one by one. After just one day, one-fifth of the people above were gone.

There were ten old men in total, each of them was a master of casting, and some even won the championship in the competition, so they naturally had a unique vision.

Now that they are old, they may not have the physical strength to cast good weapons, but their vision is getting more and more accurate.

"Who do you think will win the championship this time!" asked an old man with gray beard.

"Although I'm not sure who it is, the range is between those two people!" said a bald old man.

"Two?" An old man pondered silently, because he saw that there were five. If he told others, wouldn't it mean that his vision was not good? He would never tell them even if he was beaten to death.

"Yes, the kid named Erickson in the third row and Phoenix, just two people!" The bald man continued.

"I also saw two, but it wasn't Erickson!" Suddenly, an old man with silver hair spoke, and the rest of the people looked at him to see what he could say.

This man was the champion of the competition thirty years ago, Enli! The weapon at that time was a pheasant knife. It is said that when the knife was forged, the contestants gave up the competition directly.

"Didn't you notice the kid from Peck's family?" Enli's eyes flashed, and he saw the way Jick was casting, as if he was appreciating a work of art.

Everyone's eyes were directed over, and then looking at the man named Erickson, it seemed that he was indeed a little bit off. But there were also two or three people who always believed in their own eyes.

So the jury was divided into two parts.

Some people think that the champion will be born between Eriksson and Phoenix.

Some people think that the champion will be born between Zeke and Phoenix.

There are exactly five people each!

Seeing this situation, if it weren’t for the fact that they were referees, they would have wanted to open the market and bet on a game.

The referee’s seat became quiet and watched everyone’s game.

At night, the people who watched the game had gone back one after another, and those who stayed were those who wanted to learn technology.

The cool night breeze blew away some of the heat emitted by the volcano.

Some people put their materials back into the furnace for forging and closed their eyes to rest.

Some people were still knocking on the materials in their hands!

Some people handed in their forged weapons and were evaluated.After reaching the level, he sold it.

At this moment, Weiss noticed a man and watched him take the weapon in his hand up. Seeing that no one disturbed Zeke, he walked over.

"Dear judges, this is the weapon I prepared for this competition." The man was a very young man, about twenty-five or twenty-six years old.

"Revolver? It's really rare to use such a weapon to compete!"

The bald old man whispered, picked up the gun in his hand, disassembled the revolver at a dazzling speed, and carefully looked at the various parts placed on the table.

The referees were not polite and directly picked up the parts to observe.

"The error is very small, even smaller than that made by the machine. It's very good to be able to make such precise parts just by feel," said the old man with gray beard.

"But it's a pity that too much energy is distracted!"

"What do you think?"

"Probably the quality level of a good knife!"

An old man said it, and the others nodded one after another, as if they agreed with this evaluation.

"Thank you for the affirmation of the judges." The young man seemed very satisfied with such an evaluation. He assembled the gun directly, picked it up and walked out of the shed.

"Wait!"

The young man turned around and saw Weiss walking towards him. He subconsciously took a step back. He had seen the newspaper at the time, so he naturally knew who this person was!

"I wonder if Lord Sword Demon has any instructions?" The young man looked at this person who was younger than him cautiously.

People are so annoying when they compare themselves to others!

Others' names have already resounded throughout the sea, and I am still forging iron here!

"I wonder if you need to sell the gun in your hand? I want to buy this gun!" Weiss said.

Jack didn't say this, Weiss noticed it himself.

"Okay, I wanted to sell it originally. Selling it to Lord Sword Demon is definitely the best result," the young man said. It's good to be related to the Sword Demon!

In the end, the two of them made a deal at a price of 5 million Baileys!

This is definitely a premium deal!

Guns are not as popular as swords, and there are no competitors here!

A night passed, and many people sold their weapons.

Only twenty people were left on the field.

After a day and a night,

Only ten people were left on the field!

At this moment, Zeke threw the star-filled stone in!

Three days had passed since the start of the game!

Only two people were left on the field!

Zeke, Phoenix!

The man named Eriksson had already made the weapon and was waiting for the final judgment!

In the morning, Phoenix completed his weapon, a sword of the quality of a large sharp knife! But he was not happy because he did not meet his expectations.

But he did not regret it because he had given his all!

In the afternoon!

Zeke's sword was also completed!