Chapter 373: Ten Thousand Swords Flying Together
[Chapter Heading Serialization·Xiangsi Serialization Stops for the Time Being 3·"Phew, I'm Saved"]
[On the Junmei ship, Anne, with graffiti on her back, sat on the deck, looking very calm, drinking tea leisurely... Around her, the ordinary members of the escort team all looked relieved...]——
This person came on stage without any weapons, it turns out he was well prepared!
"It's a devil fruit!"
"This is the power of a devil fruit!"
Many people on the stage, below the stage, in the stands, and in other places watching the big screen reacted.
All one hundred and ninety-nine participating swordsmen lost their weapons on the arena and looked up at the forest of swords circling in the sky.
Being able to do such incredible things...
In this sea, only those with Devil Fruit abilities can do this.
"But, I heard that Giorno stole some natural gas-type fruit!"
"Why not the Nature type, but this superhuman type that can manipulate swords?!"
"He's really too much... He just casually discarded the precious nature system..."
For a moment, many people thought a lot, looking at the young man on the ring and on the big screen, with mixed feelings.
"But what will Giorno do after he controls the other players' swords?"
The host kept explaining.
"Should we throw these weapons out of the arena, or--wait, contestant Giorno is talking, what is he saying?!"
Robin said to himself in the audience: "I knew it wouldn't be that simple..."
Lin Qi smiled slightly, holding more than 200 knives above his head with his hands, and said, "So many..."
"Stop lounging there!"
A swordsman whose sword was taken away from him on the ring strode towards Lynch with an angry look on his face.
"It's the 'Iron Fisted Swordsman' Ein Hand!" the commentator exclaimed responsibly, speaking at a rapid pace, "He once single-handedly wiped out an entire island occupied by multiple pirate groups, and received a total bounty of 800 million berries at one time! Legend has it that he chopped the knife in his hand to pieces, and finally defeated the remaining pirate groups with his bare hands!"
"Do you think a swordsman has no power without a sword?" The iron-fisted swordsman rushed to Lin Qi and smashed his iron fist into Lin Qi's chest and abdomen. "How ridiculous!"
Lynch didn't look at him.
On the other side, several other contestants who were closer to Lynch attacked Lynch at the same time.
What a joke! We are all swordsmen who came to participate in the swordsmanship competition, but he took away the knife as soon as he came up. This guy is so unruly, does he want to quit his job?
Looking for a fight!
Lynch didn't look at them either.
The commentator was also very professionally introducing the origins of these powerful karate swordsmen, but no matter how fast he spoke, he was shocked by the next scene.
A few bangs... The fists and feet of the people who were besieging Lin Qi hit his heart, neck, ribs, and forehead with force... But they all seemed to hit a solid wall, making a dull sound. Lin Qi, who was surrounded and attacked, did not move at all, and his expression did not change. On the contrary, the faces of the unarmed swordsmen who were besieging him all flashed a trace of awkwardness...
Hey, hey, hey… The other contestants on the stage who were watching the situation were immediately shocked. What did that expression mean? You went to attack someone, but in the end, you punched and kicked the other person, and it was you who were hurt? !
Six-style iron blocks? No one in the audience approached Xiliu, who was holding a large cigar.
"That look..." Charlotte Mond on the other side was very surprised.
Smoke curled up, and the ghost lady raised her head, looking at Lin Qi on the stage with indifferent eyes under the brim of her hat. That casual and relaxed posture... was not an ordinary piece of iron. It was very similar to my mother's state... a higher level of hardening...
"..." Mihawk folded his arms and watched from a distance, then suddenly glanced back.
"Huh?" A swordsman who was competing in the next few rounds in the crowd was surprised to find something strange happening at his waist. "Why is my sword... shaking?"
"When explaining, time should stop..."
In the ring, Lynch allowed these people to punch him weakly, with an unhappy expression on his face, "Who allowed you to come up and interrupt me?"
"hateful!"
"Asshole!"
These unarmed swordsmen were enraged, but the next moment they saw a black shadow flash before their eyes, followed by a sharp headache, accompanied by a strong sense of dizziness and weightlessness, and they seemed to be spinning in the air, and then their whole bodies were shaking violently. Wait, the body was numb, hot, and a little itchy... No, this was pain! We were hit by something and flew up and fell on the ring! How could it be! I didn't see anything at all!
What did he use to attack?! The sword masters who fell to the ground on all sides of the ring had just gotten up with blood all over their heads when they were kindly kicked out of the ring by someone nearby...
"Hey! What are you doing?!"
"What a bastard!"
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
These people fell out of bounds and have lost their qualifications for the competition.
But no one at the scene, including the contestant who sent them out of the ring, had time to pay attention to them.
Everyone's eyes were on the amazing Giovanna Giorno. Just now... although no one saw the process clearly, they saw the result: Giovanna Giorno's long black hair seemed to have life, turning into arms and fists, punching the people who besieged him and sending blood flying in the air...
"What is this?"
"Is it also a Devil Fruit ability?"
"Impossible! How can one person have two devil fruits!"
The audience, the contestants on and off the stage, and the commentator serving as background noise were all talking about this sudden change.
"Wait, what's that sound?" A swordsman was suddenly stunned, "Buzzing..."
"So many people fighting each other, it's a real waste of time..."
On the ring, Lynch released amazing magnetic force in his hands, and treated the few troublemakers as if nothing had happened. His eyes swept across the packed spectator stands around him, as well as the 1,300 swordsmen standing on the sidelines below the ring.
His appearance, his face, and his words are all displayed on countless huge broadcast screens around the world at this moment.
"What is he going to do?"
“Could it be…?!”
Some people had not yet reacted, while some had already made bad guesses and hurriedly grabbed the swords at their waists.
When I looked up, I saw the words behind Giorno on the big screen: "How about I do a quick screening for you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the swords of the second preliminary match, the third match, the fourth match, and all the other participating swordsmen in the arena began to vibrate in their sheaths, becoming more and more violent! Buzz! Buzz! ...
"My sword!"
"My knife!"
One after another, sharp swords, famous swords, big sharp swords... densely packed sharp blades, flew out of their sheaths amidst sounds of surprise and exclamations!
(End of this chapter)