Chapter 181: Three vs One

Chapter 181: Three vs One



"Our first contender is a regular fighter here in our boxing arena! He's a bit slow, both with his punches and his mind, but he can give and take hits all day long! Bullo 'Oxblood' Oxheart!" The announcer shouted.

A heavyset man walked with thunderous footsteps into the boxing ring. He easily stood three meters tall and his fat failed to hide the massive muscles bulging beneath the skin of his arms. His legs were as thick as an elephant's and he clearly knew how to use them with hisn/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

immovable fighting stance.

The crowd cheered, but it was clear they were more filled with anticipation for the next fighters than they were with Oxblood.

"Next we have the man with a mean streak longer than the Grand Line! You would all hate his guts on any other day, but today he's one of our heroes! Bluto 'The Terrible'!" The announcer said with mounting excitement.

This one was barrel chested and hairy. He was shorter than Oxblood at two meters tall, but his presence was much greater. His wide smile showed off his inner cruelty without any shame and he practically had malice dripping off of him.

The crowd cheered louder this time, but Cherry felt that they were forcing themselves to do so out of fear. She could understand why just by looking at Bluto's wild eyes darting around as if in search of someone who dared not to cheer for him. When those eyes landed on Cherry's group, his smile widened and he sent a provocative wink their way.

Cherry wasn't sure if it'd be more or less annoying for him to be flirty with them than for him to look for them later to teach them a lesson for not cheering.

"For our final champion of Sweethaven, we have our favorite sailor with a heart of gold! His punches knock the air out of the lungs of his enemies and leave the ladies breathless! Popeye 'the Sailor Man'!" The announcer screamed, standing from his seat in his excitement.

The last of Sweethaven's defenders was a short man standing only one and a half meters tall. He was far from handsome with his overdeveloped jaw, mouth with no teeth, and one missing eye. He had a lanky build, the sole exception being his massive forearms with an anchor tattooed on each.

Despite his less than traditional 'beauty', the crowd went wild at the sight of him. Especially the ladies in the audience, some of which even fainted in all their excitement. The woman named Olive was heard shouting over the crowd from a VIP box telling Popeye to "Punch his lights out!".

Bluto spotted Olive and blew a kiss at her which Olive desperately scrambled to move out of the way as if there was actually something to dodge.

"Last and certainly least, we have the challenger. Bartolomeo 'the Cannibal'." The announcer spoke without any of the zest he had for the previous three.

The crowd went completely silent. They already understood that Bartolomeo would love their boos and jeers from the time that he'd already spent on their island and they wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

"Hehahahaha!" Bartolomeo's laugh was heard clearly in the silent arena. Even their stubborn silence was something he enjoyed.

Cherry was actually a bit impressed with the strength of it. They could both contend with super rookie pirates on their own, let alone in a three on one fight.

*BONGBONG!!!*

The resulting sound of the collision between their fists and the barrier was much louder and the winds produced by the strikes were proof of the enormous gap in power between these

punches and the first ones.

Still, the barrier was unshaken with not even the smallest crack.

"Hehahahaha! Weak! Lame! Are these losers the best that this crappy town could scrounge

up?!" Bartolomeo was completely unconcerned by their power.

He turned his back to the two fighters once again which made them seethe with anger as the pounded away at the barrier.

"""BOOOOO!"""" The crowd hated him and he lapped it up.

Bartolomeo started picking out specific people to mock in a more personal manner.

He pointed at a man next to his wife. "Hey big nose! Does that thing poke your ugly wife in the eyes when you kiss her?"

He pointed at another man. "Your toupe is really convincing, sir! I almost couldn't tell it was made of ass hair!"

He pointed at Olive in the VIP box. "Oh look! It's the bean pole! Don't you just hate those bean pods without any beans inside? Just a flat disappointment." He groped the air with both hands in front of his chest.

Bartolomeo sensed a flash of killing intent at that last comment about Olive's less than ample chest. He eagerly searched the crowd for what he assumed was another flat chested woman

with insecurities he could poke at.

Bartolomeo locked eyes with Cherry who looked rather irked.

"C-C-C-C- Cherry Nee-san?!" He sputtered in shock. Cherry raised an eyebrow at this odd behavior. "What the fuck?"