Pirate: Role-Playing System

Chapter 192: The Hostess Feels Like Crying a Little (Second Update Requested)

"To be this strong..." Momousagi's pupils dilated as she instinctively touched her own arm.

She even felt a tremor!

Strong!

Really strong!

No wonder Zephyr and Sengoku wanted to bring this man into the Marines.

If he is as powerful as the rumors say, then his sense of justice is undoubtedly unquestionable...

He is indeed worth it for Sengoku and the Five Elders to make a move!

This man has such value!

Even Kuzan squinted his eyes slightly.

No wonder the World Government would offer such favorable conditions.

Because this man is strong!

"But this is troublesome." Kuzan sighed lightly. "Really, can't they let me win easily?"

Tashigi squinted her eyes, her mouth forming a "503" angle, her expression unchanged.

Of course, Saitama had no idea how the others felt.

He walked straight back to his seat and took off the wig.

"Wearing it all the time makes my scalp itchy..." Saitama looked helpless. "Did Tashigi buy a fake? Or is wearing a wig naturally itchy for the scalp?

This is an unsolvable problem.

But fortunately, he doesn't need to wear the wig all the time. After this World Draft ends...

"After it ends, Tashigi won't make me wear it during normal times, right?" Saitama's mouth twitched as he sighed.

"It's fine for a match, but it's really troublesome to wear it normally..."

Meanwhile, in a room in the martial arts arena...

"He's really strong!" a man squinted his eyes, his lips slightly pursed. "How are we going to complete the mission entrusted by the Five Elders?"

Bounty hunter Gary is already one of the strongest participants in the World Draft.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he has the strength of an ordinary Vice Admiral.

He can be considered a hot favorite in the World Draft.

But he was still eliminated by Saitama with a single punch...

"The others are not reliable either. Among the people we have prepared, only Leopold, Taylor, Elsie, and others can compare to bounty hunter Gary. The rest are not a match for that bald guy." A middle-aged man's face looked grim.

"We must ensure his failure! We cannot afford any mistakes!" Another person interjected.

For a while, the room fell silent.

But after the silence, everyone nodded in agreement.

Indeed, it's better to use some tricks.

The World Draft continued.

The martial arts matches lasted a long time, but true masters would naturally not be eliminated.

Intense battles continued to unfold on the arena, with martial arts, swordsmanship, and even Devil Fruit users all taking the stage.

However, it didn't take long for Momousagi to furrow her brows slightly.

"The World Government is up to something again."

She noticed that, in general, strong fighters were mostly paired with weaker opponents.

There were hardly any clashes between equals.

But the problem is, for the sake of fairness, the opponents in this competition are all randomly selected!

In hundreds of matches, there should be no one who had the bad luck of encountering an equally strong opponent. The results were mostly complete victories.

"While this is great for the Marines, it's also a bit..." Momousagi trailed off.

Naturally, the ultimate prize of this competition is the rank of Admiral, but there are also many other positions that have unexpectedly become available.

Vice Admiral, Rear Admiral, Commodore...

These rewards all depend on your strength and your ranking in the world conscription.

And now, excluding luck, the strong won't collide, which seems quite good for the Marines.

After all, all the benefits can be rewarded to the strong, and there won't be a waste of luck climbing to a high position.

But...

"Would the World Government be so kind?" Momousagi sneered at this.

Sure enough, looking at the battle list on the screen reflected by the Den Den Mushi, she knew the result.

Saitama vs. Chahige!

In the internal battles of the Marines, Chahige's strength is not weak either. These two can be considered the only strong ones who clashed!

"These people are really..." Momousagi's eyes flickered slightly.

She was about to explode, but suddenly she saw Chahige next to her suddenly speak up: "I forfeit."

"Huh?" The host was stunned.

"I said I forfeit," Chahige said lightly, "I can't beat Saitama Vice Admiral, so I surrender."

The host was taken aback and could only say, "Um... alright, then Chahige forfeits, Saitama wins!"

Chahige smiled slightly at these words [revealing a righteous smile—towards Momousagi...

Momousagi breathed a sigh of relief. "Fortunately, we don't need an internal war in the Marines... Although Chahige probably wouldn't have won, it also saves Saitama Vice Admiral's energy from being wasted meaninglessly here."

(Chahige: Momousagi, don't you even look at me?)

Saitama: "I haven't seen anything called martial arts or swordsmanship..."

In the conference room of the martial arts arena.

"Damn it! Chahige actually withdrew!"

"Adjust the fighting style. It seems that Momousagi might also withdraw. Don't give Saitama a chance. Let him face the weapons dealer Taylor in the next match!"

"Good idea. I want to see how he rests!"

"Let the host continue to suppress Saitama. Don't let him gain any good reputation. Don't forget, this match is being broadcasted worldwide at the same time!"

So the arrangements for the next matches were changed one after another.

Under the orders of the World Government, the host tried every means to lower Saitama's evaluation.

For example:

Taylor used his extraordinary speed to circle around Saitama, trying to find a flaw.

Host: "Saitama's strength is good, but his speed may not be that strong. Taylor has a good chance—"

Bang!

Saitama instantly caught up to Taylor and killed him with one punch.

Saitama: "You keep circling around me, even my wig is about to be blown off."

Another example:

Elsie took a deep breath and used a sword slash, with a fierce sword wind.

Host: "Although Saitama Vice Admiral's strength is decent, he was too careless to let Elsie have the opportunity to charge up. This is not an instinct that a strong person should have. He—"

Bang!

Saitama used his fist against the sword, obliterating both the sword and the opponent.

Saitama: "Why are you drying the wind so sharply? You've already cut off two strands of my wig."

The host tried to salvage the situation.

"Saitama's opponent this time is not ordinary, he—"

Bang!

The host was still trying.

"Saitama—"

Bang!

The host burst into tears.

Can someone please tell me how the hell should I speak in order to lower this man's evaluation?!