Pirate: Dad, Wait For Me

"Is anyone itchy today?"

"Hey, friend! What can you do? Ring the bell, it's time to start, get ready, blood is going to be spilled!"

"No, it's not qualified at all!"

"Block me and try!"

"Want to run away? My head will be broken by you!"

"Humph, that's it? How can I lose?"

For every arrogant line uttered, a gladiator will fall under Sirdi's fist. This mixed-race boy will always take every punch seriously. No matter whether he is male or female, no matter strong or weak, no one can Stay awake under his fists.

Like the God of War in the arena!

Seeing this scene, the audience in the auditorium started shouting like crazy. Everyone was cheering the name "Sildi". He stood proudly, as he said: I have never You have lost before, you know this, right?

Arrogant, handsome, powerful, punching to the flesh...

Isn't it natural that such a man has a top-notch reputation?

The number of gladiators on the field was decreasing at an extremely fast rate, and more than 20 people were eliminated by this proudly standing man! This is already 1/5 of the total number of gladiators. Including those gladiators eliminated by others, there are less than 50 people left in the arena at this time.

Similarly, most of the gladiators who can still stand in the arena at this moment are strong men with good strength. Some are fighting alone, and some are in groups. The largest small team has now gathered a total of 9 people. A gladiator, and the opponent they are about to face at this moment is none other than "Strong Man" Sirdi who is about to win 1,000 consecutive games!

"Hey, hey, hey! What, you don't think that just because sheep gather together, they can hunt lions, do you?"

Sirdi gently pressed his knuckles, with a surging fighting spirit in his eyes. The aura in his body at this time was extremely powerful. He was obviously just one person, but in the eyes of the nine people in front of him, the Sirdi in front of him seemed to be a thousand Thousands of troops!

The leading gladiator grunted. Standing at the front, he was under the greatest pressure, but the arrow was on the string and had to be fired. As a leader, he could only muster the courage to put it in his hands. The blade was pointed at Sirdi not far away.

"Stop pretending! You are only one person. No, you are not even a person. You are just a beast that no one wants!"

The sharp words seemed to give the leader a lot of courage, and his words also made the companions behind him feel more relaxed. There were 9 people in total. They were wearing armor and holding the most suitable weapons in their hands. They were also They, the slaves of the arena, received a fatal order—Sildi must not be allowed to leave here alive!

The nine people will risk their lives to fight. If they win, they will gain the freedom they have longed for...

They no longer want to endure that kind of dark life. Even though they know that the guy in front of them is as strong as a monster, their desire for freedom still makes them courageous and refuse to take a step back.

Hearing this, a ferocious smile appeared on Syldi's face.

"Yes, you are right, you are so right! I am just a beast! But you ignored one thing!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Sirdi's body moved quickly. This pure physical expert was very good at speed. At least when facing these gladiators, he had an overwhelming advantage.

boom!

A heavy punch was thrown, and the white bandage was instantly stained with a lot of red and white things.

The sound attracted the attention of these gladiators. They turned their heads and what they saw shocked them:

Syldi's face was stained with blood, and he was smiling like an evil ghost. In front of him was a swaying headless corpse. With a plop, the corpse hit the ground, stirring up a small amount of smoke and dust.

Kill instantly with one punch!

There was a brief silence in the audience, and then there was a roar of cheers! Everyone who comes to the arena is eager for the excitement of blood. Is there anything more romantic in this world than blowing the enemy's head off with one punch?

"Jinfu! Jinfu!"

"Go ahead and blow their heads off!"

"Sir Sirdi, after you achieve 1,000 consecutive victories, I will support you!"

"Damn! What nonsense are you talking about, you big man?"

The cheers of the crowd almost shook the sky. Wagner in the exclusive room also tilted his head and looked at this scene in surprise.

If he read it correctly, the kid just used pure body speed. So, could he reach the "shaving" speed of the ordinary Naval Headquarters Commodore level with the power of his body alone? This is truly a talented kid!

When he thought of this, Wagner looked at Ace who was still eating. The hatred in his eyes became even more obvious.

Nothing could be hidden from his nose. The first moment he saw this kid, he felt that he had a familiar aura on him. After asking Whitebeard again, he also learned that this kid was named Ace. The kid is the son of the former Pirate King, Gol·D·Roger!

So, with such a powerful bloodline, why is it so weak?

Ace:……

While Wagner sighed, he decided to use the most severe training methods in the future to make this kid feel the love from his brother. As far as he knew, this kid should have been raised by that guy Garp, right? Well, it's very good. Garp's previous training has given him a good foundation, but the level of training is a bit too easy...

Under Wagner's gaze, an ominous premonition suddenly appeared in Ace's mind. He swallowed subconsciously, and then...

Choked half to death on bones...

"Oh, forget it's weak, why is this kid still so stupid..."

Although Wagner's voice was very small, it still reached Ace's ears. Holding the large wine glass, he spat it out with a pop and threw it onto Doflamingo's face, who was suppressing a smile.

The lubricating effect of the wine caused Doflamingo's eyes to slowly slide down until he revealed one eye, an eye that obviously contained great wisdom!

In short, cross-eyed...

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