Chapter 781 Invitation to Battle

Chapter 781 Invitation to Battle

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"The first match will be between contestant No. 99, Makabaka, and contestant No. 215, Pilipala!"

"Please invite the second contestant, No. 108 Koshiro, and No. 247 Jaroski! Go to the No. 9 ring and get ready!"

"Ah! Why is the opponent that guy Jaroski? This is too unlucky!"

After hearing the broadcast, Koshiro's face looked a little grim.

"Oh? Is that guy strong?"

Zoro asked excitedly.

"Very strong! That guy is so strong that it's unfair. I think he should be classified as a strongman rather than a swordsman! Is he just going to admit defeat in the first round? Damn it!"

Koshiro was very upset.

He knew that his swordsmanship was mediocre, and had thought that his opponents were randomly chosen. If he was lucky enough to meet an opponent who was even weaker than himself, he could earn some hard-earned money by winning one or two games to supplement his family income. The key was that the swordsmanship competition should be limited to a certain extent, and there would be a judge present to maintain order, so his life would not be in danger.

"Haha, that's perfect, let me take your place!"

Zoro said as he took confident steps towards ring number 9.

"Da meiyo! Lord Zoro, are you serious? Please calm down. I have elderly parents and young children to take care of. If I am arrested and sent to a labor camp, what will they do?"

Koshiro slid and hugged Zoro's thigh, and persuaded him loudly.

If he had known that he would be entangled by this guy, he would never have dared to sign up for the competition. No, he would never have dared to ask Zoro for directions.

"If they are discovered, who will be punished, the person who took the place of the substitute or the person who was replaced?"

Zoro asked calmly, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Of course both of them will be punished!"

Kou Shirou replied hastily, trying to dispel Zoro's idea of ​​impersonating him.

"That's it..."

Zoro stroked his chin and thought for a moment.

Now that he is here, his dream is to become the world's greatest swordsman. Now that he has such a good opportunity to challenge so many powerful swordsmen, how could he give up?

"Just think of it as me taking your number plate away from you on the road and beating you until you lost consciousness. As for what happened afterwards, you don't know anything."

"Huh? Lord Zoro, what do you mean by that?"

Koshiro looked up in confusion, and was then knocked unconscious by a light blow from Zoro.

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"Next..."

"Oh, it's finally my turn!"

In order not to reveal his identity easily, Zoro tied his headscarf a little tighter before going on stage.

"Wait, are you sure your name is Kou Shirou? Can you take off your turban so I can see it?"

Kikunosuke, who was acting as the referee, looked at the bald swordsman in the contestant's information in his hand, then looked at Zoro, and asked suspiciously.

"What's wrong? Is there a rule that participating swordsmen cannot wear headscarves?"

Zoro looked into Kikunojo's eyes through the white hungry ghost mask on his face and asked back with a smile.

“That’s not the case, but…”

Seeing Zoro so calm, Kikunojo began to wonder if he was being too suspicious.

"Hahaha! Looks like I'm lucky today. I matched with a skinny guy!"

On the stage, a 4-meter-tall, broad-shouldered, muscular man with a face full of flesh was holding a large and thick sword in one hand, pointing at Zoro in the audience provocatively.

"My opponent is you? Hurry up and get on the stage! Or do you want to admit defeat?"

"Do you have any other questions?"

Zoro asked.

Kikunojo hesitated for a moment and finally stepped aside to let Zoro pass. The purpose of holding this competition was to select swordsmanship masters to strengthen the swordsman corps. The man in front of him was obviously not an ordinary guy. Even if there was suspicion of falsifying the registration information, it would not hurt to let him go on stage to compete.

"You go on stage."

"Qiang! Qiang!"

Zoro pulled out Wado Ichimonji and Sandai Kitetsu, and when he was about to touch them again, he remembered that his Xuezou had passed away. After some sentimental thoughts, he could only choose to fight with two swords.

The two sides stood facing each other on the ring, waiting for the referee to give orders.

The audience began to talk.

"Wow? Dual swords? Even though this guy looks skinny, he's actually full of muscles. He looks like he has some talent!"

"Having said that, I still prefer Jaroski to win this time! I'm all in on him."

A bucktoothed guy jumped out and said.

"Oh? Are you so sure? Do you have some inside information? You have to know that you don't have to be big to be good at swordsmanship. For example, our Master Mihawk, who has the title of the world's number one swordsman, has the body of an ordinary person."

"No, no, no, of course I know what you said, but look at the big sword in his hand. It's long, wide, and thick. It looks very heavy. It's enough to be a coffin for the kid opposite. But in Jarowski's hand, it's as if it were a piece of cake. Isn't this the highest level of swordsmanship mentioned in the martial arts novels serialized in the news newspaper?"

"Makes sense!"

After listening to Brother Bucktooth's analysis, everyone nodded in agreement.

"Ready! Let's begin..."

Just as Kikunosuke was about to announce the start of the competition, he heard a commotion coming from the audience.

"Hey! Look over there!"

"It's Master Mihawk! Master Mihawk himself is here to watch the competition!"

On stage

“That guy is…!”

Zoro widened his eyes, staring at the figure that appeared in the first row of the audience!

"Hawkeye Man?!"

"Qiang!"

Zoro pointed the Wado Ichimonji in his hand directly at Mihawk and shouted excitedly.

"Hawkeye Mihawk! I didn't expect you to come to this swordfighting tournament. I went out to sea to defeat you! Fight me! How about it?"

Zoro's sudden challenge was like a silenced bomb, and the moment of its explosion the entire competition venue fell into silent silence.

Mihawk raised the brim of his hat and looked at Zoro on the stage with sharp eyes like a hawk.

"Young swordsman, what is your purpose?"

"Hey!"

Zoro grinned.

"Purpose? Of course it's to get the title of 'the strongest'!"

"interesting!"

Mihawk smiled.

"Hey...is this true?"

"How rude! Does that guy know what he's talking about?"

"How dare you challenge Mihawk-sama to a duel for the title of 'strongest'! Does that guy want to die?"

All the audience at the scene were shocked.

"Your courage is commendable, but you should focus on defeating your opponent first. I am here to spectate, not to be a contestant."

Mihawk said calmly.

"What you mean is that as long as I defeat this guy, you will agree to fight me, right?!"

Zoro said with a smile, and before Mihawk could answer, Jaroski on the stage became furious first.

"How arrogant! How dare you look down on me! You damned brat, your opponent is me!"

Jaroski rushed forward shouting, and the heavy sword in his hand came with a whistling sound!

Zoro's two swords pointed diagonally upwards, and his posture before attacking with the swords was like a rhinoceros preparing to attack the enemy with its horns.

"You are just a brat! You dare to challenge Master Mihawk? Go to hell!"

It was a rare opportunity to perform well in front of Lord Mihawk, the leader of the Swordsman Corps. Jaroski was active and hard-working. He swung the heavy sword in his hand with all his strength and smashed it down on his head!

"Two-Sword Style: Rhinoceros Return!"

Zoro's eyes focused and he went forward without hesitation!

“Clang!!”

There was a sharp sound of metal colliding, and in a flash the two men on the ring had swapped positions with their backs facing each other.

"puff!"

Jaroski spat out a mouthful of blood and slowly fell to his knees.

"I actually...this...how is it possible!"

"Ah this?!"

The audience all showed an expression of disbelief.

Brother with buck teeth: Novels have misled me!

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