I'm Selling Exercises in Pirates

It was another sunny day. Although Carl was the owner of a bookstore, his business was difficult. For more than two months, he had not had a single customer.

Due to its unique geographical location, there were many merchant ships in the past, but none of them dared to stop.

Because who came to this bookstore to make trouble, no one left this world decently.

Carl was bored and started his day of salting fish again. He picked up the fishing rod, carried the fish basket, sat in front of the house and dropped the fish.

It didn't take long for Carl to hear a shrill cry not far away, and the sea was also turbulent, setting off layers of waves.

Out of the gorge in front of the isolated island, pieces of shipwrecks drifted downstream.

Immediately afterwards, a bird-like figure dressed in aristocratic costumes lay on the wooden board and paddled vigorously.

"Don't kill me, I'm Morgans, the president of the news agency. If you kill me, my family and Bigumm will hunt you down."

Birdman turned his head suddenly, his eyes terrified.

"yes?"

Hawkeye Blade pointed at Morgans and said:

"I only want money, not life, the premise is that you are willing."

"Yes, yes! I'll give you all my money, as long as you don't kill me."

Morgans hurriedly handed the treasure on his back to the other party, and then desperately paddled with his hands to escape to the isolated island in the mouth of the gorge.

"There are already thirty million Baileys. Where is that gentleman?"

Since Hawkeye said goodbye to the redhead, he ran to East Blue at full speed, just to see Mr. Carl in the redhead's mouth.

Of course, the pirates and merchant ships encountered along the way also charged some tolls, and as for the ignorant, they all ended up the same as the one just now.

"Ten days have passed, you should ask Lord Shanks for the exact coordinates..."

Hawkeye was a little remorseful, but also anxious in his heart.

As soon as the boat arrived at the mouth of the gorge, out of the corner of his eagle eye, he noticed a house on the isolated island and took a closer look.

On it is written 'Wanjie Collection Pavilion', on the left and right sides are 'The sword splits the nine heavens, the five sets the universe', and a fisherman sits in front of the house.

Wearing a mino hat and a mino jacket, he couldn't see his face clearly, but it was certain that the other party was very young, probably in his early twenties.

"Is that the Mr. Carl that Shanks spoke of?"

After comparing the information, Hawkeye is still a little uncertain.

Because not only is the house simple, but even the clothes and aura of the people are not like a big swordsman at all, but more like an ordinary villager who is fishing.

Hawkeye drove the boat and approached, intending to confirm.

"Are you Mr. Carl?"

"Are you going to buy a book?"

Carl didn't answer the question.

"Um... I'm not very interested in reading books, but I just heard that there is a gentleman named Carl in East Blue who is very good at swordsmanship. I want to meet him. Do you know where he is?"

"Am I so famous now!"

Carl raised his head and looked at the person in front of him.

Eagle-like eyes, an eight-legged beard, a black knife behind him, and a small boat in the shape of a coffin.

"You are Hawkeye, right? Seeing that your talent is not bad, are you interested in buying books?"

"I didn't come to buy books..."

"How did you know me?" Hawkeye asked.

"That was two months ago... My first guest, a red-haired guest, mentioned you, and it looks like the two of you have a deep bond."

"But those are not important. Do you want to buy a book? If you don't, please get out of the way and don't disturb me fishing."

Carl lost his patience, and it's been a long time, and there is no fish.

After confirming the identity of the other party, Hawkeye said seriously:

"Lord Carl, I came to East Blue to see you."

"What's the goal." Carl didn't look up.

"The strongest swordsmanship!"

"Then it depends on your good fortune." The corner of Carl's mouth grinned lightly.

Hawkeye pulled out the black knife and said excitedly, "You are very busy, let's have a contest."

On the isolated island, beside the cluttered stones, a bird's head sticks out:

"Damn it's Hawkeye, he dared to rob me, hey! Who is that young man, so that Hawkeye is interested in fighting with him, this should be a good news."

Morgans carefully wiped off the sea-soaked camera.

Ahead, Carl's eyes flashed with contempt.

"Contest? Sad underdog."

As soon as Carl's words came out, Hawkeye's mentality exploded. He is the world's No. 1 swordsman. Since his debut, he has only lost against the redhead last time.

The rest of the duel has never been at a disadvantage. On the sea, whoever hears his name is not to avoid three points.

Which swordsman does not aim at him to preach the Tao, but only pursues the strongest.

How could his self-esteem be endured by being so humiliated by a young man today.

"Arrogant tone, I want to see how strong you are."

Hawkeye pulled out the black knife he was carrying, and slashed out with a tentative green slash, stirring up layers of huge waves along the way.

Just when the slash was about to arrive, Carl stretched out two fingers, the fingertips were covered with a silver-white film, and the green slash was caught in it, unable to move any further.

"The feeling of collision is a slash..."

Hawkeye's eyes widened, deeply shocked by the scene in front of him.

"Is it a hallucination? How is this possible!"

Morgans, who was filming secretly, opened his mouth wide, but did not dare to make a sound, so he could only shout in his heart:

"That young man actually blocked Hawkeye's slash with two fingers. It's absolutely big news in the world."

Carl moved his finger, and the green slash was bounced into the air, and then dissipated. He stood up and said indifferently:

"If you are really the world's greatest swordsman, you must have been able to see the difference in strength between you and me just now. If you dare to face me with swords, you should say that you have courage or ignorance."

Hawkeye tried hard to calm the shock in his heart, and said with a firm expression:

"Because of my swordsmanship, I will not retreat."

With that said, Hawkeye's hand holding the knife tightened a little more.

"Looks like there's no way out."

Carl searched on his body, and then took out a small knife that had just sharpened the fishing rod:

"I'm different from the stupid beast who goes all out to hunt rabbits. Even though you are the number one swordsman in this sea, in my eyes, you're just a little accomplished swordsman."

Carl put the knife in front of him and said helplessly: "Unfortunately, I don't have a smaller knife than this."

"Is that person going to use a knife to deal with the world's No. 1 great swordsman? Has he always been so arrogant?"

Morgans clicked his tongue in the dark, and today's news was completely unexpected to him.

And Hawkeye's self-esteem at the moment suffered a great blow, even though he knew that the other party was very strong, even stronger than him.

But he doesn't believe that the other party can use a knife to deal with his world's number one swordsman. If this is the case, it will be a huge insult to the swordsmanship he has pursued all these years.

"Stop looking down on people, don't regret it when you die!"