The Pirate Garen

Kerla was helpless, but the tweeter in the venue suddenly rang:

"The quarter-finals are about to start, all players are requested to take their seats as soon as possible."

At this time, the contestants who had advanced to the top eight had basically entered the ring, and Kerla, who was still dangling off the stage, was extremely conspicuous.

Sensing the strange eyes cast by the staff around her, Kerla could only step onto the ring with a heavy heart, and seized the time to ask the three Sabo beside her:

"Sabo, what do we do next?"

"Don't worry."

Sabo looked very calm:

"I just discussed with Mr. Yixiao:"

"We are going to deliberately lose in the quarter-finals, and then pretend to be wounded and enter the medical room, and then we will go deep into the secrets with Mr. Yixiao."

"Deliberately defeated?"

Kerla said with some concern:

"But this game is not allowed to admit defeat directly?"

"Yeah! So."

Sabo said helplessly:

"If we want to get away with it, we can only deliberately suffer some minor injuries."

Then, he carefully instructed Kerla again:

"Remember to be careful when you are in the game, and don't let yourself suffer any serious injuries."

"kindness."

Kerla nodded, but immediately thought of another question:

"It's not difficult for the four of us to pretend to be defeated, but Mr. Yixiao?"

Sabo has not yet taken the second position in the Revolutionary Army, and he has not yet achieved the great reputation he will have in the future.

Moreover, they relied on Ivankov's strategic deterrent weapon to "mix" into the top eight.

Therefore, even if the four of them lost in the quarter-finals, it wouldn't be considered an upset.

But a smile is different:

In the qualifiers, he suppressed the power of the audience as soon as he took a shot, his strength was far superior to other players, and he had long been regarded as a strong contender for the championship.

If such a champion player only stops at the quarterfinals, it will definitely arouse everyone's doubts.

"Don't worry."

"Even if Mister Yixiao loses in the quarter-finals, Tezolo won't doubt it."

Sabo shook his head, and cast his eyes on another ring in the distance:

"After all, his opponent is Hawkeye!"

There are shady scenes in the sea elections, and the quarter-finals are even more shady.

The eagle eyes and smiles that came into the Martial Arts Association are the uncertain factors that Galen is worried about.

Therefore, Galen simply contacted Tezolo secretly to manipulate the schedule, allowing the two top players to meet each other in the quarterfinals and have a good time.

It's best to let them use up all their physical strength, lest they find out something when they are idle and have nothing to do, and then come out to make trouble for their own network collection operations.

And Mihawk is obviously very satisfied with this arrangement:

"Smile."

Mihawk took off the black knife on his back, and his eyes, which had always been immaculate, were full of excitement:

"It's a surprise to meet you so early."

"Get out the sword!"

The pitch-black blade moved slightly, and suddenly there was a muffled groan in the air.

A terrifying sword intent shot up from Mihawk's body, turning him into an unsheathed sharp sword, sharp, cold and high-spirited.

"As expected of the world's number one swordsman!"

You can't see with a smile, but you can perceive Mihawk's power more clearly from the domineering look.

"Unfortunately, I can't have a good fight with him this time."

He sighed softly, and finally suppressed his high-spirited fighting spirit as a swordsman.

Then, with a smile, he pulled out his knife, revealing a piercing white awn.

Seeing Yixiao finally drew the knife, Mihawk's eyes flashed sharply, and the black knife in his hand moved accordingly.

In an instant, a dark night-like deep and grand black sword energy swept out like a swimming dragon, almost darkening the blue sky.

"Good swordsmanship!"

With a smile, he subconsciously praised, but the staff and knife in his hand kept sweeping away:

"Gravity Knife Tiger!"

With a thought in his mind, a powerful lavender gravitational light group suddenly accumulated on the sharp blade.

The blade swept out, and the sword energy overflowed.

And that huge horizontal repulsion even merged with the sword energy, overwhelming it in the direction of howling sword light.

Two strange sword qi collided with each other, as if a nuclear bomb had detonated in mid-air.

The endless wind pressure burst out, causing the thick stone slabs on the ring to be easily torn and swept away like pieces of paper, and a layer of skin was scraped off the ground.

In the violent tremor, Mihawk also felt the powerful repulsion in the sword energy that could almost crush everything.

"Fruit ability? Not bad!"

The fighting spirit in Mihawk's eyes became stronger.

Although he hates the kind of swordsman who relies on the ability of the devil fruit and forgets his heart, he really appreciates the kind of swordsman who can combine the fruit ability and swordsmanship to walk out of his own way.

Yixiao, who has unique gravity swordsmanship, is the representative of this kind of swordsman.

Mihawk was delighted to see Liexin, and the blade in his hand hit Yixiao like a storm.

And Yixiao was not afraid at all, just raised his sword to greet him uprightly:

"Gravity Knife Suppression!"

A smile and a sword blocked Mihawk's black knife, and the additional gravity on the blade took effect instantly, suppressing the black knife to sink suddenly.

If it were an ordinary person, this suppression would be enough for him to fall to the ground and completely lose the power to fight back.

But Mihawk just trembled slightly, and suddenly adapted to the strong gravity that suddenly increased by dozens of times, and even raised his black knife to fight against Yixiao without giving in.

The two blades clashed tightly, engaging in a duel of will and strength.

Yixiao was in awe of Mihawk's power, and Mihawk's eyes sparkled with unprecedented excitement.

"It really didn't disappoint me, just smile!"

Mihawk secretly admired in his heart, and even more powerful than usual burst out of this excitement.

The power of this Peiran Moyu was added to the black knife, which made the black knife easily break free from the shackles of gravity, and in turn suppressed it, making the stick knife tremble slightly.

However, although the offense and defense have changed, the two knives are still evenly matched.

But in a second, the situation changed completely:

With a smile, it seemed that he had stretched to the limit, and the power he had held on the staff and saber suddenly loosened.

And Mihawk has been bursting out with all his strength, and the black knife also slashed out like a rainbow, taking advantage of the momentum to slash out an earth-shattering sword aura.

This sword energy stood unreservedly on Yixiao's body, and it was cut so that Yixiao flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, and smashed heavily into the unrecognizable ground.

When Yixiao staggered up and got up, there was already a hideous and wide sword wound on his sword-holding arm, which looked very serious.

"Feel sorry."

"The hand holding the sword is injured, the situation of the battle is clear, and it will be useless to continue the duel."

"It seems that this battle cannot continue."

Covering the wound on his shoulder with a smile, he said so.

"What do you mean?!"

Mihawk suddenly became angry.

Because he knew in his heart that the sword just now was not because he relied on his strength to win, but he deliberately used water to absorb his strength with a smile and took the initiative to get him.

"Make that move in a duel."

"Are you humiliating me, smile?"

Mihawk pointed his knife straight at Yixiao's neck, his sharp eagle eyes were full of killing intent.

"I'm really helpless, it's not intentional."

He bowed his body with a smile, and bowed deeply to Mihawk:

"It violates the way of a swordsman, and I am deeply ashamed."

"But there is a hidden conspiracy in this competition. I really can't indulge in the swordsmanship competition and let it go."

"For me, some things are more important than the swordsman's way."

"you!"

Mihawk glared and smiled resentfully, but he could no longer feel the killing intent in his heart.

He was silent for a long time, and could only snort coldly:

"boring!"

In the end, Mihawk took back the black knife.

Before leaving the stage, he coldly said a word to Yixiao:

"Remember, just smile."

"You still owe me a duel!"

"It will be remembered in my heart."

Yixiao bowed deeply to Mihawk again, then turned around and got off the ring, and walked straight to the medical room.

Hawkeye and Yixiao's expert duel, in the end, the winner was decided with a single sword strike.

Yixiao injured his sword-holding hand, and he said that it was impossible to beat Hawkeye again, and Tezolo couldn't let him go back to the ring to be healed after he was knocked out.

But Hawkeye was so angry that he had nowhere to vent his anger.

He's not interested in foiling the conspiracy or upholding justice at all, he just wants to fight Yixiao and Yasuo.

And Yixiao just "lost" so quickly that Hawkeye had already defeated Xiaoxiao, while "Yasuo" was still dealing with a group of miscellaneous fish.

Hawkeye had nothing to do for a while, so he simply stood under the ring where "Yasuo" was, and carefully observed the "Storm Sword Technique" that had attracted his attention.

As the behind-the-scenes manipulator who can manipulate the number selection, Galen's opponent is of course not a strong person, but a team that is not very strong:

King Elizabello II, military advisor Da Gama and others from the Kingdom of Prodence.

It is not strong, but the strength of Elizabello II should not be underestimated:

He has a unique stunt "Fist of the King", as long as he successfully releases it after the long time of accumulating energy to read the article, he can play a visual effect comparable to One Punch Man.

In the previous qualifiers, Da Gama and other four teammates relied on the "four guarantees and one" tactic to protect Elizabello II, allowing him to successfully use the King's Fist, and in the end he was defeated with one punch. Blowing away the opponents in the entire arena.

"The Gale Sword, Yasuo?"

The military strategist da Gama's expression was a little dignified, but he didn't appear panicked:

"Don't be afraid, everyone."

"As long as the four of us protect His Majesty the King, his King's Fist will definitely be able to subdue the enemy."

The three teammates agreed, and together with da Gama formed a solid formation, tightly protecting Elizabello II who was charging.

The five monarchs and ministers seemed to be a little swollen because the audition was too smooth, but they were not afraid of the prestige of Gale Wind Swordsman at all, and they seemed to have a confident air.

"this"

Galen was a little speechless:

"You have such a hard head, you still play four guarantees and one in front of me?"

"Can you keep it?"

Galen sneered twice in his heart, gripped the Taidao tightly with both hands, and ran straight into the enemy formation.

Then, another set of simple and easy-to-use "Swordsmanship of Gale Wind", which instantly collapsed the four-guaranteed formation of Vasco da Gama and others.

After some crushing, Da Gama and others were repaired by Galen until their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen.

In the end, they stopped in the quarterfinals without any suspense.

"The top eight will be the top eight. It's not bad."

Elizabello II was quite open-minded, but said to Da Gama, the military strategist who was also covered in bruises:

"Da Gama, pack up your things and go home!"

"The enemy is too strong this time, let's try again in the next game."

"His Majesty!"

The five monarchs and ministers encouraged each other for a while, and then helped each other to the medical room.

Galen, on the other hand, slowly put away that set of Gale Wind Swordsmanship that was not elegant at all, and pretended to be the cold Gale Wind Swordsman who walked with wind, and turned and left gracefully.

"this"

Looking at the back of "Yasuo" leaving, Hawkeye's paralyzed face couldn't help showing a somewhat strange expression.

Hawkeye is the world's number one swordsman, and his swordsmanship is unpredictable.

He observed the "Storm Sword Art" twice in a row, how could he fail to see the tricks on this Blizzard Swordsman?

"It really is you."

"Galen!"

Hawkeye shook his head helplessly, but a high-spirited fighting spirit appeared in his eyes instead.