The Laughing Clown in Pirate

In the spacious training room, two highly skilled men were competing. Under the illumination of the crystal lamp, their sword blades reflected brilliant colorful light.

Click, the gorgeous double straight swords blocked the sharp slash.

Antonio Saint's muscles in one hand were tense, and he stepped forward close to the body. He held the sword in his left hand and stabbed his heart with his backhand.

Iron! The sword tip made a crisp sound when it collided with the steel chest. Before the sword tip could advance even an inch, the short-headed man had already kicked out his domineering right leg.

Bang! An air explosion occurred where his right leg came into contact with his body, and Antonio Saint was hit hard against the wall reinforced by seafloor stone powder, even causing slight cracks.

Armed and domineering wrapped around his arms, Antonio Saint's eyes changed into cold vertical pupils in an instant, and he bent down and shot at the short-headed man.

The strong man adjusted his breathing and pointed the sword blade straight down.

"Eighty-eight consecutive cuts!"

"Sword Dance!"

The sound of swords and knives clashing was continuous, and even sparks were struck. However, the face of the short-headed man gradually became ugly, and the color of weaponry was wrapped around his body.

Nail! The broken sword blade flew into the sky, but Antonio Saint's movements did not stop.

After barely parrying a few swords with the broken blade, the short-haired man focused on defense and used the iron block.

The endless sword blades could only leave shallow scars on the strong man's body, which obviously did not satisfy Saint Antonio.

He turned around quickly and walked around behind the strong man, quickly swiping across the calf joint.

The strong man's knees weakened and he could no longer hold on to the iron block. Saint Antonio put the sword on his shoulder.

"You lose!" Saint Antonio said coldly.

The strong man whose joints were chopped off was sweating profusely on his forehead, but he quickly showed a flattering smile.

"Yes, His Highness has made great progress. I think he will be able to become a general in a few years."

Saint Antonio removed his sword and patted the strong man on the shoulder encouragingly.

"I was a little excited just now and didn't keep my hand. It may have been injured."

"In a competition, injuries are normal."

"Someone, help El out."

Antonio Santo clapped his hands, and soon a maid helped the former Navy Headquarters Vice Admiral out.

"Vice Admiral of the Navy, that's all! Even with the strength of a Navy Admiral, I can achieve it even if I use a Devil Fruit!"

"The next step is to defeat Whitebeard and ascend to the position of the Five Old Stars with your power!"

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"Why are you hurt so badly this time!"

The maid supporting the former lieutenant general asked softly, her eyes moist.

"I kicked His Highness so hard that His Highness became angry."

"Didn't I tell you to hold back your strength?"

"Isn't this careless?" the strong man grinned, looking sideways at the maid's face.

"Sooner or later I will ask His Highness for you."

Taking a peek, the maid's face was already blushing.

But at this moment, the strong man's expression changed and his brows furrowed.

"We have to find a place to hide, quickly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the gate in the distance was broken open by the gladiators, and they filed in. The leader was Spartacus, who was holding a sword and shield.

"Come out! Antonio! Don't you fucking like to watch gladiatorial games! I'm here!"

From the darkness, several men in white suits with masks walked out. They were CP agents protecting the Tianlong people.

A dozen gladiators quickly found their opponents in a tacit understanding.

"This is going to be a king versus king, go Spartacus! Go chop off that son of a bitch Draco's head!"

The female warrior from Nine Snake Island shouted.

Every agent who stood in the way of Spartacus was blocked by the gladiators.

The clown followed Spartacus leisurely and was in the center of the battle.

The star-crossed couple in front of them hugged each other and looked uneasily at the strange character in front of them.

The clown just smiled and passed by.

A sharp hand knife was dodged by the clown's back.

The clown screamed and straightened up, making a face at the white mask in front of him, holding several daggers between his fingers.

The dagger was thrown out and was swept away by the domineering arm.

The clown jumped high and avoided the slashing attack from the white mask.

I don't like to fight against the navy and agents who come from these institutions. Although they have no strengths, they generally have no shortcomings and they are used to using domineering force to deal with the enemy.

White Mask moved behind the clown with his shaver, and the clown twisted around to spin the blade.

Stab! It just cut a little bit of skin, but the flesh and blood split quickly. Only by wrapping the domineering force around the injured area can it be stopped.

In shock, the clown held the domineering daggers in both hands and stepped forward.

The battle did not last long, and the gladiators who had experienced many battles and had the numerical advantage won the victory.

The clown looked at the terrifying corpse expressionlessly and sighed.

"In the future, you should be careful to use the fruit power as little as possible. It will be bloody and scary."

Jumping off the stone platform where the statue was sitting, the clown walked towards the inner courtyard.

Behind him, the former vice-admiral had been defeated, the energetic gladiators were grinning ferociously, and the maids were crying heart-piercingly.

The statue of the merciful Virgin stands down from a high position, looking at this evil deed of revenge with compassion, her face covered with blood.