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Fang Lang walked into the preparation room and saw more than two hundred contestants.
When Fang Lang appeared, everyone who was preparing for the indoor activities also cast their eyes over. These people took a few glances and paid no more attention.
In their perception, the aura released by Fang Lang was neither strong nor weak.
"Let me explain the rules to you a little bit." The strong man beside him said: "You can choose any of the weapons here. There is no limit to the quantity, but the total weight must not exceed fifty kilograms."
"Does the weapon you carry count?"
¡°It doesn¡¯t count.¡± The strong man shook his head and said, ¡°Let¡¯s start choosing. Once you¡¯ve chosen, go over there and weigh yourself.¡±
Fang Lang nodded noncommittally, but had no intention of moving at all.
The weapons here are all ordinary soldiers. He can break them with two fingers. They are all rubbish and useless.
At this time, loud shouts came from outside the preparation room, and the atmosphere was so enthusiastic that it could be called crazy.
Fang Lang followed the sound, left the preparation room, and came to the curved corridor. Looking from a high place, he could see the scene below.
It is a circular platform. The platform is surrounded by sea water. You can see strange fish popping up their heads occasionally. This kind of fish seems to be violently aggressive. When Fang Lang looked around, he could just see a contestant being bitten on the body. The screams continued.
And outside this circle of sea water, there is a stepped auditorium. The audience on it let out loud cheers, seeming to be excited beyond words by this bloody scene.
"Crazy." Fang Lang said with a hint of sarcasm. The bloodthirsty factor of human nature was vividly reflected in these people.
Turning his eyes, Fang Lang suddenly saw eight seats extending out in front of the circular platform.
These eight seats are very conspicuous. The high backrests are more than three meters high. When people sit on them, they are not even half as high.
At this moment, six people are already occupying these eight seats, and there is a numerical value on the back of each seat.
1 to 8!
"Eagle Eye?!" Fang Lang looked startled. He actually saw Eagle Eye in position 1, "Why is this person here to compete?"
"It's really Hawkeye! The world's greatest swordsman actually appeared in such a competition," a surprised voice suddenly came from the side, "The contestants in Group 1 are so pitiful."
"Huh?" Fang Lang frowned and looked sideways from the corner of his eyes under the mask, only to see a handsome man standing next to him, "Looks familiar."
"Are you talking about me?" Cavendish looked sideways at Fang Lang and smiled casually: "You saw my photo in some newspaper, right? Who makes me a celebrity? I am everywhere in the world. The photos of me are really sinful."
"That sword, oh, it's you." Fang Lang saw the sword on this man's waist, the holy sword Durandal.
"Once in the Chambord Islands, he was followed by two people, and this person was one of them. He gave him a lesson and then let him go.
Speaking of which, this man still owed him a favor.
"Cavendish." Fang Lang read out the other person's name, of course he changed his voice specially.
"As expected, you know me. There's really nothing you can do about it," Cavendish shook his head helplessly, took out a pen from the clothes room, looked at Fang Lang and said, "Where is it written? On your mask?"
"what are you saying?"
"Sign, on your mask, on your palm, or somewhere?" Cavendish was eager to give it a try, but he didn't expect to be recognized by fans as soon as he arrived. At this moment, he felt a strong sense of superiority.
"Not interested." Fang Lang curled his lips, too lazy to pay attention to this idiot, and looked at the eight seats again.
Position 1 is Hawkeye. He has his legs crossed and is carrying the world's best sword, Black Blade, on his back. He is watching the battle on the platform calmly, as if he is about to fall asleep.
Position 2 is a masked man with a very burly figure, but one hand is really a robotic arm. He seems to have noticed Fang Lang's gaze and suddenly turned his head to look over.
Position 3 is Marco, the former captain of the Whitebeard Pirates 1st Team, a person with abilities in the form of an animal-type bird-fruit phantom beast species, the phoenix.
Position 4 is Kuzan, the former Navy Admiral Aokiji, who has the ability to freeze fruits, and has not been heard from since leaving the Navy.
Position 5 is a mysterious man wearing a black cloak and a mask. He also looks over because of Fang Lang's gaze.
Position 6 is a man wearing a fur-brimmed hat and two facial lines on his face. He is leaning on a chair and seems to have fallen asleep.
7, No. 8 is temporarily vacant.
"What's going on? Most of them are acquaintances" Fang Lang narrowed his eyes and felt incredible.
Forget it about Marco, he wants to get back Whitebeard¡¯s fruit. This is not surprising, but Hawkeye is here to join in the fun.
What¡¯s even more difficult to understand is why Aoki Pheasant appears again. Isn¡¯t this guy traveling around the world?
"What terrible victors!" Cavendish looked shocked, swallowed his saliva, and whispered: "The former general, the world's best swordsman, a pirate with a bounty of more than 600 million, three of Doflamingo's men One of the big cadresthe other two are not ordinary people either!"
Hearing this, Fang Lang couldn't help but glance at him. He didn't expect this narcissistic man to have such a clear understanding.
"But the winner of District 8 will be this young master." Cavendish patted Fang Lang on the shoulder in a comforting manner, "Although you are good at it, there is no hope. The important thing is to participate. Don't be sad."
"Ha the important thing is to participate, the important thing is to participate." Fang Lang twitched the corner of his mouth and said something perfunctory.
At this time, the battle in the seventh group has entered a fever pitch.
There was chaos on the platform, and contestants were fighting everywhere. Fang Lang couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when several people were fighting.
Especially a blond man who hides his face and wears autumn equinox pants. Although his performance is mediocre, no one can hurt him in the slightest.
??Easily evaded the siege during the movement, and played with the opponent comfortably.
"This man is Sabo?!" Fang Lang was shocked. He didn't expect that even the revolutionary army would intervene.
Thinking about it, as long as the Zhenzhen Fruit is used properly, it can completely create a general-level master, and even have the potential to become a Yonko-level master.
Anyone would be moved.
"I wonder if Monkey D-Dragon will appear." Fang Lang thought secretly.
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