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Carlo's group seems to be more powerful, and there are many swordsmen with serious expressions, and they can see a similar posture in the lounge.

"Carlo is out!" Nami waved at him.

"Come on Carlo." Unicorn waved and shouted.

Nuoqigao also kept watching, thinking that their cheers were caught in the crowd.

Who knew that Carlo heard it accurately, and smiled at their position in the stands.

Seventy-two people came to power. With the experience of the first two waves, those with good strength chose to squeeze toward the middle position.

In this way, it is not easy to be driven into the annular pool by mistake.

And the person standing on the edge of the arena has a reasonable choice, and he can save himself from being attacked behind his back.

There is a two-minute prep time after taking the stage.

Various scrambles for vantage points and crowds each other.

Carlo was on Nami's side.

"Carlo, keep your head down, we'll win at least one round of money!" Nami yelled.

Carlo's eyesight can clearly determine the voices of the women, even though the scene was extremely noisy and the voices were full of people, Carlo turned his back to Nami's side and made an OK action.

"Carlo is handsome." Nuo Qigao's obsessed voice.

"Sister, you are completely fascinated by Carlo." Nami looked at his sister.

"Yeah, totally hooked, you can't run away."

Nami pouted: "I'll talk about it when I finish my dream, sister, it's completely towards Carlo before anything happens."

Nuoqi Gao did not speak, she now regarded a boat as her family, and Carlo was her man.

"The third group of strong arena begins!"

As the host shouted, the surrounding people began to kill.

Carlo squatted down and swept his legs, swept the woman on the left up, and easily kicked her into the ring pool with a foot.

He picked up the white blade with his empty hand, and held the long sword stabbed in his right hand.

The swordsman had no idea that Carlo would be able to dodge.

Because his movements are not fast.

With a pinch, the sound of bones shattering, the swordsman's right hand was abolished, screaming up to the sky.

Carlo grabbed the sword, dodging the musket first.

I usually have a lot of experience with Kuina, and my swordsmanship has improved slightly.

In order not to show his strength, Carlo deliberately avoided the attack of another swordsman.

On the contrary, in the center of the arena, the purple-haired swordsman killed twenty people at a speed like a gust of wind, and his methods were extremely bloody.

"That swordsman is also Marine's."

In the lounge, Jabba said.

"It's alright, Carlo is throwing water on purpose."

"Huh? Is he pouring water? The strength is good."

Jabba has been watching Carlo as well, seeing that he's done a good job with five kills.

It seems that he underestimated this young man named Carlo.

After five minutes of fighting, there were three people left on the stage.

"The Wind Ghost Swordsman is going to win."

"The Wind Ghost Swordsman has participated several times, and the top eight often enter."

"He is not polite at all to kill."

"Hmph, there's a lot you don't know."

In fact, some people know that Wind Ghost Swordsman used to be a pirate hunter and secretly joined the Grand Line G10 branch.

Nami and Nuoqigao were nervous, and they felt that the speed of this wind ghost swordsman was very sharp.

"Give me all to die!" The Wind Ghost Swordsman rushed to the left, and the big man with the hammer was already wounded all over his body.

Resisting the wind ghost swordsman's five moves, the sixth move was still pierced through the heart.

Only Carlo and the wind ghost swordsman at the far end were left in the entire arena.

"Only the last opponent is left. It seems that the winner of this stage is still our old acquaintance Feng Ghost Swordsman." The host predicted the result in advance.

Almost everyone thinks so.

The wind ghost swordsman rushed towards Carlo, he didn't let the water, as a person who often licked blood at the tip of his knife, he never underestimated the strength of his opponent.

Carlo was standing there, sword in one hand.

The speed of the gust of wind - swoosh!

The two collided in an instant, lightning bolts.

The wind ghost cut through Carlo's position handsomely, and he rushed over.

And then...then he didn't stop, his pupils widened.

He didn't stop, and the diameter hit the long knife stuck on the ground beside the stage.

puff-

He rushed up and pierced his body, and the long knife penetrated his body.

Suddenly, all the spectators, as well as those in the rest area watching the game.

All dumbfounded.

All quiet.

What happened!

Not only did the wind ghost swordsman miss the opponent, but he also accidentally hit the long knife stuck on the ground, piercing his body.

It's too dramatic, isn't it?

Carlo smiled and said, "Hey? What happened? How did this man die by himself, did his feet slip?"

Look at the host again: "I won, right?"

The table was covered with corpses and blood, and those who fell into the pool also swam to the side and quit the competition.

Only then did the host react: "This is a wonderful game, luck is also part of the strong, and the third group is this handsome and lucky young man winning!"

There was a commotion in the stands.

"Hahaha, this is also very lucky."

"Luck is also a form of strength."

"Add a bastard to the top sixteen."

"The Wind Ghost Swordsman is so stupid that he can slip."

"He rushed too fast."

With a light smile on his lips, Carlo took the sign for the top sixteen. He was No. 3.

Tens of thousands of people watched, but only two of them could see Carlo's actions clearly.

Jabba smiled in the lounge: "Hahaha, this kid, that's fast."

He could see clearly, and his vision was all on the sword in Carlo's left hand. In fact, his right hand instantly hit the opponent's ribs, causing his legs to temporarily lose consciousness and keep sprinting. This is a wonderful trick. *

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