I reached the top of Pirates

Chapter 271, Section 270: Still! Who else!

"come yet"

Two powerful auras entered his senses, and Messer smiled.

Yamato, standing to the other side, blinked. "Who's here?"

A short while later, amidst the gasps of the crowd outside, the two ships docked next to the Mercer's ship.

"Haha! Mercer! We're here! Come on over, I've laid out all the good wine and meat, let's have a feast!"

Upon hearing the voice, Runti pouted, "So it's Shanks, that guy who's been really famous lately."

Moses laughed and said, "Since everyone's here, let's go take a look. If you're going, come along too."

Runti rolled her eyes and shook her head. "I'm not going. A bunch of stinky men. It's no fun being with them."

Yamato thought for a moment and shook his head:

"I'm not going either."

Moses got up and left for the deck. He looked at Shanks, who was laughing and shouting at him from the next deck, nodded, and then looked at Mihawk standing next to him.

A slight smile played on his lips, *sizzle*!
With a burst of electric sparks, Mercer appeared beside them.

Seeing the incredibly cool Moses, Shanks' lips curled into a grin, and he rubbed his forehead with envy.

"The Rumble-Rumble Fruit! How cool!"

Mercer nodded in agreement, “Of course, why would I put it on myself if it wasn’t cool?”

Looking at Mihawk, Moses smiled and nodded, "You've been incredibly active these past two years, practically a pirate hunter."

Mihawk's lips twitched, and he rolled his eyes at Moses helplessly: "He's in debt."

As he spoke, he picked up a briefcase from beside his feet and handed it to him:

"There are two Devil Fruits inside, but I haven't found a suitable Mythical Zoan or Paramecia type to feed to Night."

Moses smiled. "If you haven't found the right one, you can always look for one. There are quite a few pirates coming this time, there's bound to be one that suits you."

At this point, Moses smiled slightly: "I think Whitebeard's Tremor, Marco's Phoenix, and Jozu's Glitter would all suit you quite well."

Mihawk's lips twitched.

Shanks, standing to the side, took the three Devil Fruits from Beckman and smiled helplessly:
"I think Kaido's Blue Dragon Fruit would be quite suitable as well."

Jokingly, he rolled his eyes at Messe, "Two Paramecia-type Devil Fruits and one Mythical Zoan-type Griffin Fruit."

He handed over his Griffin, saying, "Griffin, help me reforge it; Griffin Fruit, please integrate it into it. By the way, can it be finished by tomorrow?"

She raised an eyebrow in surprise and looked at Shanks, "You're rich, you can get it done."

"But you managed to find all of this."

Shanks smiled, his eyes flickering slightly:
"Just some luck."

Moses didn't ask any further questions, and the gray mist spread and swallowed up these things.

"It's still early, so I'll go back and get my nails reforged. I'll come to the banquet later. Give me your nails."

A short while later, having collected the materials, Messer returned to the castle of the ship Raven Treasure.

Uta and Billy blinked at each other, and when they saw Mercer leave without saying a word, their smiles vanished.

"You bad guy, huh! Billy, let's go back."

With that, he turned and walked away with heavy steps.

"Haha, Uta is so stupid."

Billy grinned mischievously, flapped his wings, and chased after him. Mihawk's eyes widened slightly, and Shanks explained with a smile:

"It's a drug I bought from Mercer that can develop animals' brains and teach them to speak. Don't you know about it?"

Mihawk nodded, his expression aloof.

His gaze sharpened as he looked down at the pirates surrounding the island.

Shanks' lips twitched, his mouth agape but offering no further advice, simply saying, "Whitebeard is very strong. He's a monster. I'm not even confident I can beat him right now."

Mihawk nodded again.

Looking back at the Eternal Ark not far away, a smile crept onto his lips:
"Let's go, let's go there and have some fun."

Shanks looked in that direction and nodded. "I'm really looking forward to it too. It should be a lot of fun."

……

The next morning.

Had breakfast.

Mercer existed within the thunderclouds, watching the bustling crowds on the island.

When it is integrated into a magnetic field, electronic music is produced.

"Enough with the small talk. You all know the rules. There are two rounds in total. Once you step off the stage, you lose. The one who stands at the end is the world's number one."

Let's begin with the first round, the final qualifying round.

The thunderclouds in the sky dissipated.

Moses appeared outside the ring.

"Awoooooo!"

"The big, sharp knife is mine. I'll see who dares to take it from me with my mountain-splitting knife."

A middle-aged, burly man rushed onto the small arena, his target being the weapons on it.

However, just as he went up, a figure suddenly appeared, grabbed the hilt of a large, sharp sword, drew it, and then rushed forward.

He pulled out a spiked club from behind and swung it at the man's face. With a thud, the man flew backward.

Runti stood with her hands on her hips and laughed heartily:

"Taking away the Great Sword isn't that easy."

At this moment, a person below roared:

"This is a swordsmanship tournament, what are you doing meddling in, you stick-wielding idiot?"

Runti scoffed disdainfully:
"Huh? Can't I have a sword in my heart? If you keep talking, I'll come at you and beat you to death."

The next moment, on another arena, Asia appeared. With white hair, red eyes, brown skin, and black wings, she gracefully bent down and pulled a longsword from the ground. Looking at the stunned crowd around her, she said calmly:
"I will defend this arena."

Meanwhile, Yamato stepped onto the last arena, carrying a spiked club in his right hand and an ice sword in his left, grinning:
"Messer said, if you want the Great Sword, fine, knock me out of the ring first."

The three women were dressed in black suits, trousers, and leather shoes; they were all slender and beautiful.

A badge was pinned to his chest, bearing the emblem of the Eternal Ark.

The intelligent people present all exchanged glances, watching this scene, and thought to themselves:

Is this a way to show off their military strength during the competition?

Jin, who had arrived not far away, suddenly narrowed his eyes, looking at the beautiful Asiya on the stage with deep disbelief in his eyes.

The veins on the back of his left hand, which was gripping the Flaming Dragon Blade, bulged.

Meanwhile, all the important figures present realized that this woman was from the legendary Lunaria tribe.

At the same time, this live-streamed competition also allowed more people on the high seas to see it.

All nations

Seated on her throne within the castle, "Auntie" looked at the Lunarian woman appearing on the screen, her eyes suddenly gleaming, and then she glanced at her eldest son standing beside her:

"Perospero, send Katakuri up there and snatch this woman back. Once he gets her, she can be his wife."

Perospero looked at the stunning woman in the picture, a hint of envy flashing in his eyes:
"Okay, Mom, but this woman is from the Ark of Eternity. Do we really have to take her?"

Charlotte Linlin's expression froze, her face darkening. Even Kaido's bratty younger brother couldn't handle her.
After a while, he said with a dark face:

"Let Katakuri go and pursue her. He must win her over."

"Uh? Okay."

"Hmm? Do you have a problem with that?"

"How could I possibly have a mother who doesn't exist? Hahaha!"

Competition venue.

Jin looked at Ashia, whose strength was unfathomable, and who could take down a contestant with a single punch or kick.

With a flap of its wings, it rushed toward Asia's arena.

With a loud boom, shallow cracks appeared on the rocky arena.

Holding the fiery dragon in his hand, Jin asked with a hint of excitement:
"What's your name?"

Asia's eyes flickered slightly. Was this the Ember that Messer had mentioned?

“A cowardly fellow like you has no right to know my name.”

The face beneath the mask suddenly darkened, and the veins on the hand gripping the knife bulged.

This guy is so unlovable.

"My name is Jin, and I'm here to challenge you."

In the blink of an eye, Jin charged forward, and the battle between the two instantly intensified.

A deafening roar of cheers erupted from the crowd, especially from the crew of the Beasts Pirates.

"Lord Jin!!! Go for it!"

"Pretty little sister, you must beat him, beat this pretentious guy who's hiding his true colors!"

Not far away, Mercer smiled, and Pepe, watching Mercer, laughed heartily.
"Do you think I should go up and play too?"

"Do as you please!"

Peipei pouted and snorted:

"I'm not going, it's pointless."

Mihawk, watching Ace grappling with both brass knuckles and sticks in the ring, looked on with a mixture of bewilderment and helplessness.

"I have a feeling there's something wrong with the swordsman tournament. Right now, only Jhin is using a sword, and your people are stealing the spotlight too much."

At this time,

A loud explosion was heard.

Yamato slammed a skilled swordsman away with a single blow.

The stick pointed at Moses, who was standing next to Hancock, and a smile played on its lips.
"Do you dare to fight?"

Hancock blinked, released her right arm from Moses's, brushed a strand of hair from her cheek, and smiled with a haughty tone:
"Challenge me? Sure, I'll give you that chance."

The next second, his figure transformed into a blur and appeared on the arena.

"Oh oh oh oh!!!"

"It's the Empress! Ahhhh, she's so beautiful!"

His eyes turned into red hearts and bulged out.

"Hancock! Hancock! Hancock!"

A chorus of clear, resounding shouts erupted. Hancock looked at Yamato with amusement, a slight smile playing on her lips, and beckoned to her with her left hand.

"I'm pregnant, so let's begin."

Yamato's face darkened, the arena beneath his feet shattered, and he charged forward at breakneck speed.

Divine feet.

It rushed in, leaving a white afterimage.

A frosty white staff, like a serpent, swung towards her hateful pretty face.

"The White Snake's Wild Bite".

A long, gray-white leg flashed out like lightning.

"Ten times more fragrant feet".

boom!
A ring of strong wind, mixed with black arcs of electricity, radiated outwards.

The two separated in the blink of an eye, then engaged in a dazzling battle once more.

In an instant, the people around the arena quickly evacuated, and the battle here was in no way inferior to that between Asia and Jin in the next arena.

On the other arena, Runti, with a dark expression, separated from Ace again. She glanced at the person next door and then jumped off the arena in a fit of rage.

Ace shouted in a daze:
"Aren't you coming? Why are you giving up so easily?"

Runti replied without turning her head:
"I'm bored, I don't want to play anymore."

The next moment, a streak of fire flew over and landed on the arena. Sabo laughed:

"It's my turn, Ace."

The next moment, the Flame Demon transformed.

Its body was covered in hard, lava-like skin, a pair of large membranous wings spread out on its back, and a pair of curved ram horns grew from its head.

Lava flames ignited in his eyes.

Ace clenched his fists and slammed them together, sparks flying, a slight smile playing on his lips:
"Then let me use all my strength to beat you down."

Boom!
The two charged at each other, their arms clashing as a blazing ring of fire spread outwards.

The battle started instantly.

On another coastline not far away, aboard a naval warship.

"This is terrifying~, that guy Messer is showing off his strength."

Gion's gaze held a hint of envy:

"Mythical Zoan type, Logia type, special Paramecia type, all of them are top-tier Devil Fruit users."

I don't know where he found it, but it seems he's become a Rumble-Rumble Fruit user again.

"Admiral Kizaru, can you still surpass his speed?"

Upon hearing this, the remaining lieutenant generals' lips twitched.

Kizaru couldn't help but smirk: "Who knows? Besides, even without the Rumble-Rumble Fruit's boost, that guy's reaction speed is already like a monster."

At this point, Kizaru laughed:
"Gion, how about we go and have some fun? It would be quite meaningful if our navy could get our hands on the world's greatest swordsman."

Even if all else fails, getting your hands on a few big, sharp knives wouldn't be bad; that kid's offering some great "wool" is too good to pass up.

Upon hearing this, their eyes lit up with eager anticipation.

The next moment, Kaji laughed and patted his chest: "Gion sister, watch me! I'll definitely get you a big sword to play with. Hmm, someone's leaving, I'll be right back. Watch me!"

Everyone looked and saw that Jin had been knocked out of the arena by Asia and had lost his qualification.

Kaji appeared with a lewd grin, and was about to grab the Great Sword.

The next moment, a sea of ​​scarlet fire swept towards him.

Jiaji quickly dodged.

The fight on the ring was fierce, with cheers and shouts shaking the sky.

The sun was at its zenith in the sky.

The figures on the arena have changed time and again.

Yamato and Hancock got angry and went to another part of the island to challenge each other to a duel.

Essabo and the other two were both severely injured and crashed out of the ring.

Only Asia stood firmly on the ring.

At this moment, a cold-faced man appeared on Asiya's stage, looking at Asiya with some embarrassment in his eyes.

"Um, do you have a boyfriend? My name is Katakuri, and I want to pursue you."

Asia's eyes turned cold, and she pointed at Mercer, saying, "I refuse."

At this moment, Asiya looked at Mercer and her lips moved. The next moment, as a blue and white bolt of lightning exploded on the arena, Mercer's figure appeared.

Asia walked to Messer's side with a bright smile on her face:

"I'm bothered by flies, so I'm leaving them to you, my dear!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he flashed away from the arena.

Moses looked at Katakuri, whose face had darkened, his mouth slightly agape. At that moment, Katakuri spoke first:
"You mean to say: You're pretty bold and looking for trouble, right?"

At the same time, Moses's voice came: "You've got guts, but you've got good judgment."

A smile played on Moses' lips. "Observation Haki to foresee the future? How interesting."

Katakuri's eyes widened in surprise; his ability had failed. Seeing his stunned expression, Moses smiled faintly.

"Just as I guessed. Well, since we're on stage, let's have some fun."

Although I understand Asia's charm, it's also my duty to keep those annoying flies away from her.

Katakuri's face darkened.

He reached into Nuohua's chest and pulled out a three-edged spear, its tip pointing directly at Moses:
"Although that wasn't my intention, it's still pretty good to be able to fight against strong opponents."

Katakuri participated for two reasons: his mother's orders and his own desire, as a warrior, to fight against strong opponents.

Holding a three-bladed spear, he charged toward Moses in the blink of an eye, gripping the shaft with both hands.

Thrust!

A cold light flashed.

Mercer appeared beside him, holding the Cold Dew and wreathed in crimson arcs of electricity.

Cut horizontally.

Immediately afterwards, Katakuri foresaw the future, lowered his center of gravity, and raised his gun to block.

Mercer's eyes flickered slightly, unconcerned by his sudden change of tactics. The Frost Dew, crackling with black and red electric arcs and accompanied by a sharp, piercing shriek, continued its unhurried slashing attack.

Boom!
Like hitting a cow across a mountain, the longsword's blade did not touch his spear shaft or his body.

In an instant, Katakuri's chest, which had turned completely black, caved in, and he coughed up blood as he flew backward.

His pupils constricted instantly, turning slightly white.

call out! ! !
A series of shockwaves erupted behind him, sending him flying hundreds of meters before crashing heavily to the ground and tumbling away.

"What's going on? How could Katakuri-nii-san do this?"

"This is impossible. How could Katakuri be defeated so easily?"

A faint voice rang out: "But don't forget, that man is on par with Kaido of the Beasts."

The woman's children remained silent, as if their throats had been choked.

The next moment, they all rushed over to check on Katakuri's condition.

Mercer smiled faintly and said, "If you can't handle this kind of situation, you can't participate in a battle of this level."

Katakuri lay on the ground, looking up at the sky, when he heard Mather's voice.

He sat up, shook his head heavily, and regained consciousness. Immediately afterwards, a sense of disbelief welled up in his heart.

Is it possible that I can't even withstand one of his moves?
He was knocked out of the ring so easily.

Lost.

Completely defeated.

Moses looked at Mihawk and Shanks on the two adjacent rings. After Moses went on stage, the two of them also took to the stage.

Mihawk was fighting Vista, the flower swordsman from Whitebeard's side.

As for Shanks, he was an unknown nobody, but his swordsmanship was not bad.

Mercer's gaze flickered slightly, and his domain expanded, enveloping his arena.

At the same time, crimson arcs of electricity began to roam in the void, unleashing a powerful aura of Conqueror's Haki.

At that moment, a tall figure arrived in front of the Mercer arena.

It jumped up.

As soon as she stepped onto the stage, her back suddenly slumped, and her expression became extremely serious:

"I challenge you."

Moses nodded.

His figure flashed and appeared in front of her, waving the Cold Dew, and arcs of electricity gathered in the void and spontaneously wrapped around it.

Gion felt a flash of red in her eyes, and then her whole body and mind were struck as if by a heavy blow.

He coughed up blood and flew backward.

Mercer's gaze remained unchanged as he scanned the crowd around him, while the electronic music blared out:
"Who else?!"

The next moment, the people present started screaming.

Some who disagreed rushed forward.

Some people were knocked unconscious as soon as they arrived, and were sent flying by a gust of wind that Mercer casually swung.

Some people withstood Conqueror's Haki, only to be easily cut down by Moses with a single sword stroke.

As time went by, the number of people who came up to challenge the challenge decreased from many to few, then to single digits, and finally to none.

The battles on the other two arenas continued in the same manner.

Both of them approached it with a warm-up attitude.

As time went by, the same domineering move was used to suppress all those who dared to resist.

In the afternoon.

A chill emanated from Mercer's body, and ice spread, creating icy paths between the three arenas and the central arena.

Mercer's calm voice rang out.

"Since no one else is coming to challenge us, let's go on stage."

The three men stood tall and straight, like kings, and stepped onto the final arena at a leisurely pace.

(End of this chapter)