Chapter 446： intense arena

Bullfighting arena, player viewing seats.

Lao Cai: "Father, Luffy is in Zone C like us!"

Abu: "If you want to kill him, just start in the game!"

Cavendish also looked resentful: "I will never let you escape! Magic Sword, it seems that you are a player in Zone D like me, right? You must take off your dog's head!"

Some players heard the movement and just rushed over: "What happened here just now? Why is it so chaotic?"

"I heard someone say magic swords and straw hats..."

"Magic Sword? Are Chen Qi and Luffy here too?"

As everyone knows, Chen Wan and Lu Xi are now hiding outside the wall of the viewing seat and continue to watch the game in Zone B.

Dressrosa's army commander, Tank Lepante, turned the hammer dance in his hand, and stared at the cruel and despicable brothers in front of him.

The brothers are notorious bounty hunters, hated by both the navy and the pirates, Jett and Abdola.

They attacked Lepante from front and back, making it impossible to balance the front and the rear.

The despicable thing about these brothers is that they specialize in attacking the enemy's weak underbelly and attacking its back, and their agility often catches people off guard.

Sure enough, Lepant was just about to attack Abdola in front, but Jett in the back had already pierced his back.

"Tank Lepant has fallen! He has become Abdola and Jeter's sword!" The supporters announced the battle on the field as if they were fighting chicken blood.

Even the people in the audience couldn't stand it anymore: "This pair of brothers is really such a dirty trick!"

The host continued: "More than 100 people have fallen and lost their qualifications, and now there are only 30 people left in the ring!"

The number of people protecting King Elizabello II became less and less, and the strategist Da Gama's face became solemn: "Just wait a while! No matter how difficult the last surviving guy is, as long as we have this king's fist... ."

The battle situation on the field was stalemate and fierce. The bounty hunter brother, who had already killed more than 20 people, showed a bloodthirsty smile: "Which is the next turn?"

Jett: "Hehe! Who wants to bleed?"

Just when the two of them were almost unstoppable, a vigorous figure came galloping, and even the always agile ones didn't react.

"Spring Zhengquan!"

It turned out to be the Spring Man "Hyena" Bellamy. Not only was he faster than the two of them, but he also punched with both punches and was so powerful that they were directly knocked out of the field.

"Bellamy!" The audience on the field immediately burst into cheers when they saw his heroic manner in defeating his opponent.

The host was also very excited: "Tough, fierce, these words are only suitable for this man!"

All eyes on the field focused on another place: "Look at it! That murloc is so powerful, I get goosebumps watching it!"

"That's the famous murloc karate, right?!"

Host: "All the opponents he fought against before were knocked out by one blow, it's really too strong! There is also this man who is advancing with a fiery momentum, the murloc warrior, Haku!!"

Haku's strength also makes people feel ashamed, and wherever his fists go, they are scattered.

While everyone was fighting bloody, on the other side, a player was lying leisurely on the edge of the arena, supporting his head with one hand, and actually became a spectator, looking at the arena with a leisurely face.

"What is that guy doing?"

"It's so speechless, how far does he want to give up on five people!"

"If you don't want to play, get out, Bartolomeo!!"

Seeing Bartolomeo's arrogant posture and leisurely attitude, the audience expressed their dissatisfaction.

Not only the audience, but the host was even more dissatisfied with him: "To be a spectator in front of everyone, does that guy take the game as a thing!"

At this moment, Haku walked over slowly and looked down at Bartolomeo with a stern face: "Little devil, everyone else takes part in the competition very seriously, I'm going to punch you, I'll offend you!"

Bartolomeo looked indifferent, as if he hadn't seen him at all, and continued to lie there, even plucking out his ears.

Host: "Appeared! This hero is the murloc warrior Haku!"

Audience: "Come on! Kill this guy, Haku!"

And Bartolomeo's contemptuous attitude made Haku even more angry.

"Four thousand Wa Zhengquan!"

Haku punched out and pierced the air, and the punching style was like an overwhelming attack.

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere.

The scenario that everyone imagined did not happen.

On the contrary, Haku, who threw out the fist of ten thousand vigor, was bounced back, as if he had hit the iron wall, and the fist bleed.

Everyone was stunned.

And all the while, Bartolomeo lay there, not moving.

"What did he do? It was Haku who fell? What the **** is going on?"

"What was the situation just now? Then... who is that guy?!"

This man... is really unthinkable.

Haku lay on the ground, almost unconscious.

"Ha... Haku was defeated?" The master said, but he still couldn't seem to accept the fact that had happened. He stabilized his thoughts a little and continued, "The winner is still unpredictable, area B. There are still more than twenty people left!"

Bartolomeo finally stood up and patted the dust on his body: "It's almost time to find out!"

Bellamy's eyes also focused, and he licked his lips: "There's a very arrogant guy here..."

On the other hand, Elizabello II is still charging for his "King's Fist".

The strategist Da Gama showed excitement: "Gahaha, almost everyone is injured! It's time!"

At this moment, the long-legged fighter Brukili kicked the mysterious sword fighter Riki.

Cheers erupted again on the field.

"I hate the cheers, and I hate Doflamingo even more!"

This is the inner monologue of the fallen sword fighter Riki.

Some people are still defending this King Elizabello II: "Thanks to Da Gama's strategy, the number of people on the field has been greatly reduced!"

"When the signal is sent, the formation will be released!"

"Then the winner will be decided among us!"

"Yo hoo!"

At this critical moment, a tall and thin man galloped over, kicking over several times with his iron whip-like legs.

It was the long-legged fighter Brugilley.

Not only that, but they felt attacked from behind as well.

"Don't mess up the formation! Why were we attacked from behind?!"

No one thought that it was Da Gama, who made plans at the beginning, who did it to them...