Chapter 388: Really Just Taking a Shower!

"Six-style Storm Legs..."

On the New World Cake Island, even Katakuri couldn't help but be surprised when he saw the exaggerated number of Storm Legs on the big screen.

Practicing the Six Styles is not an easy task, and Storm Kick is a high-level move among the Six Styles. It requires the explosive power and speed contained in other moves. And for someone like Giorno to kick out dozens or even hundreds of Storm Kicks in the blink of an eye, the physical strength required would probably increase dramatically.

He said to himself: "What amazing explosive power and endurance..."

Looking at the big screen, the second daughter Mond, who was covered in scars, blood and in a miserable state after a round of baptism by the Storm Kicks, the aunt's face turned gloomy.

"Giovanna Giorno..."

………………

As Hawkeye expected, Lynch defeated Charlotte Mond.

As if after a show-off storm of storm kicks, the monster Giorno still had the energy to chase after the wounded Mond.

All the strong people who were paying attention to this competition were secretly shocked. They looked at the tall young man on the screen as if they were looking at a humanoid monster with bottomless physical strength.

Under the continuous attack of Lynch's armed iron rod, Mond's defense became more and more awkward and forced.

Her swordsmanship was fast enough, only slightly slower than her sister Armand's, but she didn't expect that as fast as her sword was, Giorno's stick was equally fast.

This person is not only incredibly fast, but also incredibly strong.

The force of the sticks was unstoppable, and even Mond's palms, which were holding the sword to block, became numb.

Even if they could take advantage of the opportunity to stab him once or twice, or chop him two or three times... this person didn't seem to care at all, and continued to swing the iron rod tightly without any pause.

If Mond was hit by one or two sticks by mistake, he would not be able to bear it. He was almost knocked unconscious on the spot by a hit on the head.

"Only someone with his speed or strength can compete with him... or he can be beaten back directly by relying on the hardness of his Armament Haki!" Mond secretly groaned, his heart was shaken, and he understood, "His incredibly strong physical strength allows him to exert an overwhelming advantage when facing an opponent who is even slightly inferior to him... I can't win! There is absolutely no chance of winning against him!"

call……

The sound of an iron rod breaking through the air.

As Giorno pressed forward and swung another stick, Mond held up his black sword and tried to block it, but was blown away by the huge force that was not weakened at all compared to the beginning of the fight.

Mond flipped in mid-air, landed outside the court, and barely stood on the ground.

“Huff…Huff…”

Charlotte Mond was panting while holding a sword. Her body was covered with small wounds as if she had been cut by a sword. Some of her skin was blue and purple, and her forehead was stained with blood. She looked very miserable.

Out of bounds. She's already lost.

The audience seemed stunned. After a while, they reacted and immediately gave a thunderous applause and cheers.

Too violent! Too passionate! Too exciting! Although not all of it was clear, Giorno's violent fighting style obviously suited the tastes of most viewers.

When the host announced that Giorno had won and entered the next round, Lynch on the ring was still holding the black stick. He had some wounds on his body, his clothes were torn and some blood was flowing, but he was not satisfied at the moment.

Not enough, not enough! Compared to those behemoths on the island of Ruskaina in the Calm Belt, Mond and other human opponents seemed...

Too weak! Not weak in strength, but weak in stamina.

Why are these people panting like they are about to die when I’m just warming up?

We are just getting started, are you really that tired? Lin Qi let out a long breath, threw the iron rod out of the ring, shook his head, and walked off the ring with a dejected look on his face.

"..." Charlotte Armand walked to her sister's side and looked back at Lynch who was walking towards Robin. She keenly noticed that under the man's torn clothes, the wounds caused by sister Mond... seemed to have healed. "Animal type? No, he used his ability to control his sister's knife on the stage. He still has the same Magnet-Magnet Fruit as before... He has the recovery ability comparable to that of an animal type just by himself?!"

Giovanna Giorno...

As Armand was thinking, Mond calmed down his breathing and said apologetically, "I lost."

"It's okay, sister." Armand said calmly, "Even though he's a parahuman, he has the physical strength and recovery ability comparable to an awakened animal... and he also has a devil fruit that can control metal. Sister doesn't need to apologize for losing to such a monster."

Mond wiped his wound and said with a wry smile: "I even feel like I'm facing Katakuri..."

Armand was silent.

"I see, just like the jailer beasts in the rumored big prison..." Rain Shiryu looked at Giorno who was walking away with the female captain. This bastard really didn't take Shiryu seriously. He said he wanted to chop him several times, but this kid didn't react at all. "Interesting... With this physique, he should be able to chop for a longer time, right? Hehehe... It's really exciting!"

At this point, the quarterfinals are all over!

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

As the audience slowly dispersed, the host was speaking loudly into the loudspeaker Den Den Mushi. His passionate voice echoed in the huge arena and on large screens broadcasting around the world.

The list of players who advance to tomorrow's semi-finals:

Djorachel Mihawk vs. Charlotte Armand!

Rain Shiryu vs Giovanna Giorno! ………………

"This kid is quite impressive!" Inside the box, Tezoro, who was covered in gold jewelry, laughed and said, "Tomorrow's semi-final match will be interesting. Who will enter the final? Hahaha..."

He turned the gold rings on his ten fingers and smiled with great satisfaction.

So this is how the strong men in this world fight... It's incredible that their bodies can actually perform such movements...

"Are you going to the scene tomorrow?" Tezulo turned his head and asked with a smile, "I think we can see it more clearly in person!"

"Ah?" Crocodile, biting on a cigar with smoke blowing on his face, glanced at him. After a few seconds of silence, he said nonchalantly, "Didn't you want to hide behind the scenes? I don't care about this kind of thing!"

This Giorno kid really looks like he's here to compete for the title of the world's greatest swordsman...

Well, there shouldn't be any problem.

I was being too cautious.

………………

As night fell, the lights in the hotel room became bright.

"I'll give him one more chance!"

The hot water overflowed from the bathtub, making a splashing sound. Lynch lay carefree in the big bathtub, while Robin rested his head comfortably on his chest, closed his eyes and smiled as he listened to his casual complaints.

"If you don't show up, I'll really leave... I'm so annoyed to be participating in this bullshit competition step by step, just like going to school..."

(End of this chapter)