Marine’s Thunder God of One Piece

With Ron's approval, Violet was relieved and no longer hesitated.

Just like the starting point of her suggestion, King Liku and the others also couldn't stand their homeland being coveted by others, and it was something they didn't know.

Early the next morning, the residents were surprised to find that Area 4, which had been blocked just before yesterday, was opened again, which proved that the visitors had left and there was no threat to safety.

Busy with building their homes, they were the most emotional, they walked really fast, and then ignored them.

At the same time, Kin'emon and his party saw an opportunity one after another.

In the hotel room, Kanjuro gulped down the water in the water bottle and said.

"I've asked, and it's very easy to visit Area 4. More than five Dressrosa residents with no criminal records can join the queue if they jointly guarantee or have not caused any trouble within one month of landing. And there will be some local events from time to time, and the winners will also be eligible."

"But now no residents are willing to vouch for us, one month is too long, so there is only one way we can choose."

"But aren't you fugitives?"

The flamingo stood on the table, in front of a plate of lobsters, tearing at it with its beak: "To win the game and show off, are you sure it's okay?"

"Don't worry, Pink Feather!"

Kin'emon patted his chest and said, "The lower class are just fugitives from Wano Country, not bounty hunters wanted by the navy. No one knows who we are."

"Call me Lord Pink Feather, idiot!"

"It hurts! I know, don't bite your nose!"

The flamingo jumped up and rushed up with fluttering wings. After a while, he threw away Kinemon's chicken nest head and crossed his wings.

"Indeed, at present, there is no other way. With your strength, it is impossible to break through the defense line and break in... Fuck, you really are a bunch of idiots."

"Even if there is one, I won't do it! The inferior people are warriors, noble warriors, how can they break into the palace like bandits!"

"Okay idiot, I get it idiot."

So,

Not long after, in a fruit-slicing competition held in area 3, there were three more men in beach shorts, flowered shirts and sun hats on their heads.

"Young master, Kanjuro and I will play in this match!"

"No, I am also a warrior, there is no reason to back down!"

"this……"

Regarding Momanosuke's insistence, Kin'emon and Kanjuro looked at each other and sighed helplessly: "I see!"

Since it is an entertainment event for all the people to participate in, the rules are relatively loose. An eight-year-old boy named Momonosuke did not attract too many people's attention.

But jokes are jokes, the game still has to go on.

After the host screened out those contestants who came to make fun of them with funny reasons, the remaining thirty-six contestants officially started the competition.

Some of these people are genuinely curious about Area 4 and want to enter the column, some are here for extra prizes in the competition, and some are chefs who are optimistic about the future of Dressrosa and want to become famous and gain a foothold here .

But this time the competition was said to be a fruit-slicing competition, so the competition was only for knife skills. Seeing the contestants officially on stage, the host Gaz picked up the phone bug and said loudly.

"Sir, after the laughing, please pay attention, these thirty-six are the real masters of this competition!"

"What? Has an eight-year-old child advanced? Sure enough, the ambition is not high!"

On the high platform, Kanjuro and Kin'emon turned their heads in shock and looked at Momanosuke standing not far away.

"Little Lord?"

"Little Lord?"

"Hmph, I'm also with...Samurai, what's so strange about being promoted?!"

Momonosuke proudly crossed his arms, showing disdain.

The preliminary competition, or the exhibition competition, is a very simple test. The fruit must be cut and sorted within the same time period. Whoever cuts the most fruits will naturally be selected.

Momonosuke was born in Wano country anyway, he considers himself a samurai, and has been accompanied by a sword since he was a child. Although his sword can't be used to cut people, but cutting some fruit is undoubtedly much better than the group of tourists who came purely for fun. Few, lucky to be the bottom 36th, successfully advanced.

"But he's going to cry next, isn't he?"

Behind the large square where the event was held, in a restaurant that had been secretly emptied, Ron grinned as he watched the screen projected by the phone bug.

Noticing his expression, Cyrus and Violet next to him looked at each other and shivered.

He does cry because of the next game flow, called Fruit Ninja.

That is, people stand on a high platform, and the projector below keeps throwing fruits. The contestants need to grasp the timing and cut the fruits before they fall.

Scored according to degree of completion and quantity.

only……

Not just fruit.

"Hmph, layman, do you know how many ways to cut black rock fruit?"

The first brawny man on stage showed disdain, brandished two large kitchen knives, and asked Kanjuro behind him.

Kanjuro turned back: "Black Rock Fruit? What is that?"

"Sure enough, it's a layman. Fortunately, the official score is calculated according to the degree of completion. You are finished!"

Boom!

After all, the first row of fruits was ejected from below by the catapult, and the height was just two meters above the high platform, covering everyone's height and arm length as much as possible.

The burly man's eyes darkened, and his mouth was full of thoughts: "Apple, banana, pineapple, durian, sure enough... all four cutting methods appeared, and I'm sure to win!"

Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!

The apple is cut with a cross knife, the banana is peeled and separated, the pineapple is peeled around, and the durian is cut with a cross like an apple, but the cut surface just does not damage the pulp in the center, and falls close to the gap.

"Oh!!! Wonderful knife skills, the No. 1 contestant actually used four different cutting methods in a short period of time, he is indeed a professional celebrity chef!"

Gaz explained excitedly, making the atmosphere on the field high.

Speaking of which, boom! Boom! Boom!

Another row of fruits bounced up.

"Apple, apple, orange...Huh? Is this black fruit a black rock fruit? Sure enough, it's not that easy to do."

Heiyanguosu is famous for its hard shell, if it is foolishly cut on the shell, the quality of the knife will pass if the knife is not cracked. Only by cutting the knife along the invisible gap can it be successfully cut open.

This is not only a test of knife skills, but also a test of the chef's eyesight.

"But, I can't be bothered by Niu Yinjiro!"

After finishing speaking, the strong man fixed his eyes and swung his knife down.

The blade collided with the black shell, making a crisp knocking sound...

Ding! !

"Impossible, this voice...!!!"

Then, boom! ! !

In an instant, the audience was in an uproar!

Because the dark fruit exploded on the spot!

"Appeared!!!"

Gaz picked up the phone bug and roared loudly: "A small bomb that looks like a black rock fruit!!!"

"Friendly reminder, this contest is the Fruit Ninja Contest, but it's not all fruits, there are also small bombs disguised as fruits! So all contestants must carefully distinguish between true and false. If you accidentally hit a bomb, you will be with us It’s the same as the No. 1 contestant!”

"Of course, the power of the bomb is limited. Under normal circumstances, no one will be killed... Well, probably."

Seeing the No. 1 contestant who was carried down by the medical staff with black smoke from his mouth, Kanjuro, the No. 2 contestant, roared with fangs.

"Say this kind of thing earlier, you bastard!"

Suddenly, Kanjuro thought of something and turned his head to look.

Sure enough, Momonosuke standing on the high platform of No. 36 was pale, and the two were fighting. They stood in a circle on the square, as No. 36 Momanosuke and No. 1, the strong chef, only a few meters apart.

"Things that can be obtained without working hard, people will not know how to cherish... So even if it is a competition with a predetermined ranking, it must put some pressure on them."

Ron watched this scene with interest and took a sip of his tea.

Cyrus: "..."

Violet: "..."

Only wrong names, no wrong nicknames.

The name of the navy blue dragon is well-deserved! Fu Pin Chinese

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