Chapter 332: The Interest in Competition

Admiral Crick stared with his eyes wide open, muttering to himself, but he couldn't help but glance out the window. Oh, look, the sky is as blue as a painting, the clouds are as white as freshly baked, and the sea is sparkling, but where is his pirate ship? It has disappeared long ago. He stepped out of the Barati, the floating restaurant, and looked around for his beloved ship. As a result, after a circle, he found nothing except the Black Pearl and the Golden Merry.

"Hey, little guys, where is my majestic pirate ship?" He looked up and happened to see Kamui and others on the Black Pearl, so he asked bluntly.

After hearing this, Shenwei and the others winked at each other and laughed in their hearts. They knew the whereabouts of the ship very well - after all, they were the "Terminators" of the ship and turned it into a pile of ashes.

"Oh, that ship?" Shenwei walked over with brisk steps, one elbow resting on the railing, chin in hand, staring at Click with a half-smile, "Isn't it over there? Are you dazzled?"

Admiral Click's face went black as the bottom of a pot when he heard this, and he was furious: "You little brat, do you know who you are talking to? I, Click, am a well-known figure in the East China Sea! How dare you make fun of me? Are you itching for trouble?"

As he spoke, he glared at Shenwei with a look as if he wanted to eat someone up.

Shenwei looked at Admiral Klick with a nonchalant look, just like a street thug who had encountered a joke. "The Overlord of the East China Sea? Ha, I'm afraid you're self-proclaimed." He changed his hand to support his chin and continued slowly, "Don't think I don't know that you are the kind of person who likes to do bad things, and you are the Overlord." The corners of his mouth rose, and he smiled proudly, "Let me tell you, your treasure is mine now, your ship, it's burned to ashes, and as for your life, I have reserved it in advance."

Admiral Klick's face was dark, as if someone had poured a bucket of ink on him from head to toe. He was used to being rampant in the East China Sea, so how could he be provoked like this? "Okay, you little bastard, you dare to mess with me!" In anger, he tore off his coat, showed his so-called precious weapons, and attacked Shenwei with a fierce tiger-like attack.

Kamui was not in a hurry. With a wave of his hand, Susanoo came out, not only protecting himself, but also the Black Pearl. Bullets rained down like a rainstorm, but they didn't even leave a mark on Susanoo. Click's eyes widened. His proud firepower couldn't even penetrate a "turtle shell"? This time, his face was paler than the bullet, his mouth opened so wide that an egg could be stuffed in, and he screamed: "This is impossible! I am invincible!"

Admiral Click's eyes widened, like a cat whose tail was stepped on. He was covered in golden equipment, just like a Santa Claus who had walked into the wrong theater. "This is a luxurious package that can defeat space pirates. You want to stop me, little guy? Dream on!" He roared, causing waves on the entire sea surface.

Shenwei, however, was like a naughty boy, with a look of "Do you think I'm stupid?" on his face. He gently poked Click's golden armor, then took his hand and squinted at the big diamond, as if he was picking a watermelon. "This gold, isn't it painted plastic?" he teased.

The chefs from the nearby Barati restaurant were so anxious that they jumped up and down with their mouths wide open. "Shenwei, run! This punch of his is no joke!" They screamed, but Shenwei still looked relaxed.

Seeing this, Crick was so angry that his lungs were about to explode. His mouth twitched and he raised his fist in anger. "You little brat, you really want to be beaten!" He roared and punched Shenwei with a posture that seemed to smash the whole world to pieces.

Shenwei stood still, not dodging or evading, but just blew on his nails gently, as if to say, "Come on, who's afraid of who?" The chefs were so anxious that they kept rubbing their hands. This scene was even more thrilling than when the oil pan caught fire while they were cooking. "It's over, it's over, this time it's really going to be a big deal!"

"Oh my, with this punch, I'm afraid Shenwei will become a coral on the seabed."

The chefs at the offshore restaurant Bharati shook their heads as they cooked, as if they had foreseen a tragedy.

Who would have thought that Admiral Click's confident attack would become the source of laughter in the restaurant.

Shenwei just waved his hand lightly and caught the powerful fist. It looked like he caught a balloon.

He squinted at Click, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "You idiot, take it easy!"

"Don't dirty my precious diamond!"

Before he finished speaking, he grabbed Click's fist, pulled it, and then gave Click a "internal massage" with his left hand.

The admiral could not bear this and vomited blood on the spot, and a conspicuous "souvenir" appeared on his super alloy armor.

Just when everyone thought it was over, there was a loud "crash", and the armor shattered to the ground like an eggshell.

The chefs of Barati opened their eyes and mouths wide. How could the overlord of the East China Sea be knocked out with just one punch?

Everyone knows that Shenwei’s bounty is high, but the difference in combat power is even more exaggerated than the difference in bounty.

This incident teaches us that having money may not solve all problems, strength is the bottom line!

Shenwei looked at the defeated Admiral Krik happily, and walked towards him with brisk steps, ready to get some benefits. Suddenly, the ghost man Ajin jumped out from the side like a fish, stood in front of Shenwei, and said: "Don't touch Lord Krik..."

Before he finished speaking, Shenwei raised his foot and kicked Ajin like a torpedo. Then, with a "plop", the splashing water on the sea seemed to laugh at Ajin's fall into the water. Shenwei was in a good mood and walked leisurely to Click, humming a little tune while taking off the fist-sized diamond.

At this moment, Shenwei rolled his eyes and suddenly disappeared, leaving only a trace of a breeze. The chefs of Barati, the sea restaurant, looked at each other in confusion. How could this guy, who was obsessed with money just now, disappear in the blink of an eye?

However, the mystery was soon revealed. When Kamui appeared again, he was already at the stern of the Black Pearl, and released Susanoo without hesitation, protecting the pirate ship tightly. At this moment, a slash came whistling, and the guy who swung the sword was full of confidence, thinking that he could cut it in half with one blow. He was about to put away the sword handsomely, but found that his attack was easily blocked by Kamui.

The handle of the sword in his hand suddenly froze, and then he smiled cynically, "Oh, it actually blocked it? How interesting!" He rowed the boat happily and swam towards Kamui leisurely. Kamui had just blocked the attack with his sword, and immediately put away Susanoo, turned around and looked at this neat and elegant man. Especially the pair of sharp eagle-like eyes, clearly told the world - this is the world-famous swordsman, the famous Hawkeye Mihawk.

At this time, Naruto Madara, Indra and a group of people heard the news and hurried to the tail of the Black Pearl. Izuna shouted angrily: "Which bastard did it? I was about to win the game, and you come to sabotage it at this time, you are really asking for trouble!" He habitually glared at Kamui, after all, this guy is a well-known troublemaker.

Kamui quickly pointed at Mihawk with an 'innocent' expression on his face, "Look, it's really not my fault." When Izumi heard this, his anger immediately subsided. He jumped off the boat in one step, splashing sea water, but he walked straight towards Mihawk as if he was walking on flat ground. He looked like he was taking a walk in his own back garden.

"Haha, this pirate world is really full of weird things!" Izuna mocked himself while staring at Hawkeye Mihawk opposite him with wide eyes, "It seems that my tricks from the Naruto world can also be used here."

"You are a guy who cannot be underestimated." Mihawk's mouth corners slightly raised, and the knife in his hand flashed, seeming to have a playful expression.

"Oh, are you serious?" Izuna said calmly, her eyes turned, and her Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan lit up. "I am more serious than others when playing games, let alone this life-and-death contest."

Before he finished speaking, the blue Susanoo behind him had already taken shape, like a guardian god on the sea, protecting him in the center. Izuna chuckled, "Don't blame me for causing trouble, who made you so strong!"

"Yashakani no Magatama!" As he shouted, the magatama gushed out like water from a floodgate.

Mihawk's black sword, Night, cut through the sky and slashed at the Magatama Rain. Although it did not break all of them, it still made Izuna slightly stunned. "Hey, you are quite capable."

Mihawk, however, seemed to be fine, dancing the sword in his hand with ease, removing the magatama that threatened the boat one by one. As for those that were unimportant, he just smiled and said, "Go, add some liveliness to the sea!" The remaining magatama were smashed into the sea, splashing water, and the scene was very lively.

The waves were rolling like boiling water, but Mihawk stood upright on the boat, unmoved by the wind and waves. Seeing his attack was easily taken by the opponent, Izuna felt a little excited about the competition, just like a street performer encountering a master, with a hint of nervousness in the excitement.

Under the protection of Susanoo, Izuna condensed the sword in his hand, and he attacked Mihawk with one sword after another, as if he was competing with the waves to see who could be more noisy. Mihawk looked at him and couldn't help but smile, thinking that he had finally met a guy who could stretch his muscles.

"Wow, this is going to be interesting!" Mihawk waved the black knife, Night, in his hand, blocking left and right, dissolving Izuna's attack into nothingness, and even counterattacked a few times in the intervals, making Izuna flustered.

But Izuna was no pushover either. His Susanoo was like a big turtle shell, making Mihawk's attacks seem like tickling. Although Mihawk had a headache, he smiled even more, thinking that this fight was really a joke.