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Chapter 119 Cyrus arrived at the battlefield immediately (Please subscribe)

As arranged by Lord Evan, the host did not announce the need to repair the arena as in the previous battle, but instead immediately announced the opponent for the next duel.

Like Evan Thorpe before him, Cyrus leaped down from the upper box and landed on the arena.

His combat boots thudded on the gravel-strewn ground.

His armor gleamed in the sunlight, and the scars on his chest bore witness to every fierce battle he had ever fought.

He slightly raised his chin, his gaze sweeping across the audience. Those familiar yet unfamiliar faces, those shouts born for him, everything seemed exactly the same as it had been four years ago.

He looked at Evan Thorpe, who was lying on the ground, and sighed softly.

Although he didn't see the entire battle with his naked eye, he still knew from the shouts of the surrounding audience that this junior had developed his Devil Fruit ability to the point of creating a three-colored cloak.

Logically speaking, their strength is already extremely terrifying.

But unexpectedly, he was decisively defeated by his opponent within just a few minutes of demonstrating his full strength.

So much so that Cyrus looked up at Kitahara Tsuneo, who remained calm and composed not far away.

The other person didn't even show any signs of fatigue, and their clothes were still spotless.

He noticed that Kitahara Tsune's breathing rate hardly changed, and his eyes remained as calm as a stagnant pool.

Cyrus fought three thousand battles and saw countless opponents, but he had never seen anyone like this, who remained completely unmoved after defeating two powerful opponents in succession.

He gently helped Evan Thorpe up from the ground and handed him over to the belated maid.

Fortunately, the navy officer did not kill him. Although Evan Thorpe suffered serious internal injuries, he was not in mortal danger.

"Good luck, Cyrus!"

"Let this navy see the power of a 3000-game winning streak."

"A legend of the arena, the strongest in Dressrosa!"

"Defeat him, Lord Cyrus, for the glory of the arena!"

At this moment, the cheers from the audience reached an unprecedented climax.

Except for a very small number of naval personnel, all the spectators were shouting, cheering, and excited for Cyrus's appearance.

Some elderly spectators even stood up. They had witnessed Cyrus's entire journey from gladiator to hero, and in their hearts, this man was the embodiment of the Dressrosa Arena.

As the first Arena Hero and the holder of a 3000-win streak, he swept across the entire Arena with unparalleled achievements, basking in glory, shedding his former sinful status, defeating pirates, rescuing the princess, and finally marrying her.

His life was legendary, a life that ordinary people could only dream of.

Hearing the exhilarating cheers, Cyrus's heart stirred slightly.

He hadn't stepped into this arena in a long time.

This moment marks his return to the arena after four years.

The passion and desire for victory that lay dormant within him had unknowingly refilled his heart.

Four years. Four whole years since I stood here, since I felt the killing intent of my opponents and the burning gaze of the audience.

He thought he had grown accustomed to a peaceful life, to spending his days in the palace with his wife and daughters.

But now, as he stands on this ring again, he realizes that his desire to fight has never disappeared; it has simply been buried deep within him.

However, even the most loyal arena spectators, after witnessing Kitahara Tsune's battles, found their confidence in Cyrus's ultimate victory gradually wavering.

"Even Lord Evan was defeated, can Mr. Cyrus win?"

"After all, he hasn't participated in any combat for four years."

One audience member, unlike those around him, was not so enthusiastic, but simply expressed his inner concerns.

However, upon hearing this, the surrounding audience glared at him angrily.

"What are you saying? Lord Cyrus has a record of 3000 victories. What is Evan Thorpe compared to him?"

"Exactly! Lord Cyrus must have been in seclusion for the past four years; his strength has only increased!"

The spectator was startled by the shouts of those around him, and quickly shrank back to the side, falling silent.

But his gaze remained fixed on the arena, and the uneasy thought in his mind grew stronger and stronger.

He glanced at Evan Thorpe lying on the ground, then at the composed Kitahara Tsune, and finally at Cyrus, who was adjusting his breathing.

He suddenly felt that the audience around him was somewhat pathetic.

One second they were cheering for Evan Thorpe, the arena hero, and celebrating his glory, but the next they were completely captivated by someone else, instantly forgotten by the audience. Not a single person in the audience even offered any words of comfort regarding Evan Thorpe's injuries.

He suddenly became curious: what if Cyrus also failed? What would happen to this group?

Feeling this long-lost surge of passion, Cyrus gently exhaled, clearing his mind of all distractions.

He slowly opened his eyes, his clear gaze now filled only with a thirst for battle.

The two stood facing each other and, as always, introduced themselves.

"Dres Rosa Arena, Cyrus."

"Rear Admiral Kitahara Tsuneo."

Seeing this, the host didn't hesitate any longer, immediately raised his hand and waved it downwards, loudly announcing, "The competition begins!"

The moment the announcer shouted for the start of the match, Kitahara Tsuneko transformed into a ferocious beast, lunging straight at Cyrus on the other side of the arena.

As with the previous two duels, he took the initiative from the start, overwhelming his opponent with a ferocious offensive.

The jet-black fists, imbued with Armament Haki, slammed into Kyros with lightning speed.

Each punch carried a powerful gust of wind and possessed terrifying force.

Kyros immediately activated his Observation Haki at full power.

Every punch landed on a weak point in his defense.

Throat, chest, under the ribs, temples.

This navy's fighting instincts are terrifyingly strong, like a sophisticated killing machine.

The surrounding audience members were already suffering from ear pain from the whistling sound carrying a strong wind, and couldn't help but cover their ears.

Shimotsuki Koshiro, who was silently watching the battle from a corner of the arena, noticed something amiss.

When he fought Kitahara Tsune before, he used pure swordsmanship, and both of them used Armament Haki mainly for defense.

When he saw Kitahara Tsuneo's battle with Evan Thorpe, and saw the sword light carrying the jet-black Armament Haki, and the punch that directly sent Evan Thorpe flying through the air, Shimotsuki Koshiro immediately realized that it might be Ryuo.

He wasn't sure, or perhaps he hadn't seen it clearly.

Now he is certain that his judgment was correct.

Those punches just now were completely imbued with the power of Ryuo, and were aimed at Cyrus.

Before the fist could even touch Cyrus, Cyrus had already raised his greatsword and covered it with Armament Haki to defend himself.

Although Cyrus had never seen the so-called Ryuo, he knew about the outward flow of Armament Haki.

He himself did not master this technique, but the moment Kitahara Tsune threw his punch, he had already made the best choice using Observation Haki.

"Clang clang! Countless fists rained down on Cyrus's greatsword."

If Cyrus hadn't been well-trained in Armament Haki, that greatsword would probably have been shattered into pieces by Kitahara Tsuneo's fist long ago.

Faced with this fierce and relentless offensive, Cyrus was momentarily overwhelmed and unable to move.

The audience's pupils constricted instantly, and even their breathing seemed to stop.

How could my own Arena hero be suppressed to this extent by the opponent as soon as he enters the game?

Is the opponent truly invincible?

A small number of viewers, however, quietly relaxed their tense nerves.

Although Cyrus looked somewhat disheveled at this moment, compared to his two opponents who had come before him, he was already considered to be doing very well.

The first contestant, Shimotsuki Koushirou, was immediately sent flying by Kitahara Tsune's heavy slash upon entering the arena, crashing into the surrounding walls. Although he didn't suffer any serious injuries, he looked extremely disheveled.

The second contestant, Evan Thorpe, who had a 1500-game winning streak, was forced to unleash his Devil Fruit ability by Kitahara Tsune's fierce opening strike.

While Cyrus is currently under pressure and can only defend, he has not revealed any of his trump cards.

Just when the audience thought Cyrus would be suppressed for a while, Cyrus suddenly gripped his greatsword with one hand and swung it upwards.

A massive blade of light shot up from the ground, carving another deep, bottomless chasm into the already ravaged earth.

The blade was incredibly fast, and Kitahara Tsune was too close to dodge it. He could only cross his arms in front of his chest and take Cyrus's attack head-on.

What Hiraihara Tsuneo didn't expect was the immense power contained within the strike.

He thought Cyrus's level was about the same as Evan Thorpe's.

Based on this calculation and assessment, Cyrus's power should be equivalent to Evan Thorpe's power after he wields the red cloak.

Unexpectedly, Cyrus's power had far surpassed that of Evan Thorpe after he used the red cloak.

Kitahara Tsune was knocked back several meters by Cyrus's attack because he misjudged Cyrus's strength.

For the first time, a hint of surprise appeared on Kitahara Tsune's usually indifferent face.

He crossed his arms and looked at Cyrus at the other end of the arena, his clear and exceptionally distinct voice reaching the ears of every spectator: "You are indeed much stronger than the previous two."

Cyrus showed no expression upon hearing this, but his eyes remained fixed on Kitahara Tsune's every move.

The audience in the arena, however, could no longer remain seated.

Faced with Kitahara Tsune's sarcastic remarks, they all stood up and spoke vehemently.

"He's been cut so far away, and he's still yelling."

"I'll show you just how strong Lord Cyrus really is in a moment."

"I think you're all bark and no bite, aren't you?"

"Having gone through two battles in a row, they must be exhausted by now, they're just forcing themselves to keep going."

Just then, Cyrus's eyes narrowed, and he charged forward with explosive speed.