One Piece Dragon Lord

Chapter 12 The ceremony is over! The turmoil has risen again (seeking collection, seeking reward)

And Xin Zhao didn’t seem to be slack, and he was fighting with the giant Pushkin.

As the once king of the arena, Xin Zhao’s experience in this type of competition can be said to be extremely rich.

Even in the face of such a tall giant warrior, he appeared to be comfortable and unbreakable.

I saw him shuttle back and forth beside Pushkin, like a swimming fish, extremely dexterous.

That long spear kept piercing out, and Pushkin’s body had already seen multiple wounds.

“Damn it! You little mouse running back and forth, I must smash you to death!”

Pushkin yelled angrily. His voice sounded like a huge thunder, making people’s ears sore.

That huge fist suddenly blasted down, trying to crush Xin Zhao to death!

But every time, Xin Zhao could easily escape, and Pushkin couldn’t touch him at all.

Not only did Pushkin not hurt the enemy, but because of his vigorous exercise, blood was constantly gushing from the wound.

In a short while, he felt the world spin and his body was tired.

This is a symptom of excessive blood loss!

Pushkin shook his head, suddenly his feet were soft and his body fell forward.

He hurriedly raised his arm, even if he supported the ground with his hand, he could barely maintain his balance.

“good chance!”

Xin Zhao couldn’t help being overjoyed when he saw the enemy in such a state.

“Fearless Charge!”

Xin Zhao shouted, and a halo instantly enveloped his body. Under this halo, his speed will be greatly improved.

I saw him holding a spear and rushing forward quickly.

In just a few clicks, he jumped on the back of Pushkin’s huge hand.

“Okay, just use this as a pedal to take his head straight.”

Tatata!

Xin Zhao stepped on Pushkin’s broad arms, all the way up, and came to his shoulders in an instant.

“Take it to me! Pushkin!”

Xin Zhao roared, resounding everywhere.

His gun waved out, and then a white light lit up.

[Crescent Sweep]!

Puff! A huge wound suddenly appeared on Pushkin’s neck. Blood splattered everywhere.

“Damn it… Yeah! I… actually… get hurt”

Pushkin hurriedly covered his neck with one hand to prevent blood from flowing out. With the other hand, he tried to grab Xin Zhao.

“Do you still want to fight back? Okay, then I’ll give you one last ride!”

[Spiral gun sound]

The long spear in Xin Zhao’s hand was shot out by him like a cannonball. The tip of the gun rotated, mixed with buzzing, and shot out.

“boom!”

The shot hit Pushkin’s forehead.

The spiral spear is like a meat grinder, instantly shattering everything in General Attack’s mind. Then he penetrated the back of his head and slashed against the ground fiercely.

The light in Pu attack’s eyes dimmed in an instant!

His huge body also fell to the ground, making a huge roar! Suddenly, more than a dozen slaves were crushed to death.

Xin Zhao jumped off Pushkin, drew his spear from the ground, and roared!

The audience were all impressed by his wonderful performance, cheering loudly, and dedicated all the applause to him.

At this time, the three most promising slaves were annihilated by Gu Chen’s three men in turn.

In the entire arena, no one else can compete with it.

In just a moment, Wolverine, Iori Temple, and Xin Zhao cleared the entire arena.

No one can resist their pace at all.

Fifteen minutes later, only ten people remained standing in the entire huge Tianlong Arena.

And ten of them, all from the Lancelot family.

All the spectators on the field stood up.

“Boom~~”

Gu Chen felt a sudden explosion around him, like the cheers of a landslide and tsunami echoing around.

This is a cheer for the winner.

The host waited for the cheers of the audience to recede before reappearing.

“After some fierce competition, the fighting festival has produced the final winners. They are the players from the Lancelot family!”

The host paused, and then continued: “Now, I invite His Royal Highness Gu Chen from the Lancelot family to come to the stage to receive the award!”

Gu Chen tidied his clothes and walked towards the high platform of the arena.

He held the golden trophy symbolizing the winner and held it high.

Gu Chen’s handsome behavior directly caused waves in the hearts of the girls in the arena.

“Ah! So handsome!”

“His Royal Highness Gu Chen, I want to give you a monkey!”

…

In this peaceful atmosphere, a very annoying voice suddenly appeared.

“Wait a minute, I am dissatisfied with Lancelot’s victory!”

The audience suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked at the source of the sound.

That person is Charles Rose.

Gu Chen narrowed his eyes, and a cold light flashed.

“Oh, I don’t know what you are dissatisfied with.” Gu Chen’s cold voice sounded.

Charl Rose’s face was full of anger. He pointed to Gu Chen and shouted: “You fellow, use despicable means to prevent my slaves from participating in the ceremony!”

The audience was in an uproar!

“You can eat rice, but you can’t talk nonsense! Charl Rose, I just bought all the slaves from the Slave Exchange just before you! If this is all considered mean, then I don’t know what it means to be noble! ”

Gu Chen said lightly.

“Well, Lancelot, do you dare to compete with me!”

Charl Rose completely ignored Gu Chen’s words, he just wanted to vent his anger.

“Okay, let’s talk about it, no matter what you want to play, I will accompany you at any time.”

Gu Chen waved his hand and said indifferently.

When Charl Rose heard it, his eyes rolled, and he immediately said: “We are better than fighting beasts!”

Fighting Beasts is also a long-standing activity among Celestial Dragons.

However, the Lancelot family did not keep any beasts in captivity. Charl Rose knew this for a long time, so he mentioned it in public at the moment.

He thought that Gu Chen’s face would change drastically after hearing his proposal.

After all, Gu Chen still looks calm and gentle.

“Well, it’s better than fighting beasts! However, in order not to make this game boring, how about we set a bet?”

Gu Chen said with a smile.

“What do you want to bet on?” Charl Rose’s eyes flickered.

“It’s better…”*