A Pirate's Counting Life

Chapter 96 Testing

"mark!"

"Lord Mark, please come in"

The blond woman wrote Mark's name on the note, handed it to Mark respectfully, pointed to the receptionist behind her, gave Mark a sweet smile, and watched the other person leave her sight.

"Name?"

The blonde woman asked the big man in front of her in a gentle manner. Mark's slash just now scared her. She began to adjust her attitude. If she offended the big man hidden in the crowd, she would have no place to cry.

"Lin Long, I have understood Zhan Tie"

The man smiled and nodded to the woman, and before the other party could continue the question, he told his details. The blond woman handed the other party a piece of paper with her name written on it, and then pointed to a receptionist behind her.

The man smiled and walked towards the tent at the back. The receptionist tremblingly sent Mark to the tent, and then left quickly at a speed of [-] meters and [-] seconds.

"Hello, respected strong man, your strength needs to be tested here."

An old man with a gray beard bowed to Mark and pointed to the stone platform beside him. There were four stone pillars on which were placed steel, unknown metal, diamonds and a brick-sized sea stone.

The corner of Mark's mouth twitched a little. What was he doing, asking himself to chop those things?The white-haired old man looked at Mark, who looked unhappy, and said softly, "If you understand the artistic conception, please leave your name and address, and we will notify you during the Top [-] Competition."

"Um...then if you can neither cut iron nor use artistic conception, can you participate in the swordsman competition?"

Hearing Mark's question, the old man looked at Mark with an expression that looked like a fool, and said in a cold tone, "Guest, if you want to cause trouble, you've come to the wrong place!"

Mark shook his head and pulled out the blood cherry from his waist. The old man left the place the moment Mark drew the sword. It seemed that he was also a master when he was young. Seeing Mark slashing a 40-meter-wide chop into the sky, the old man was shocked. grinning from ear to ear

"Sir...Sir, you are so funny. Please leave your name and address and we will notify you when the Top [-] Competition starts."

The old man looked at Mark respectfully. He blamed the opponent's previous problems on the quirks of strong men. A strong man who can cut a 40-meter-wide chop with a wave of his hand, tell me that the other man can't cut through steel. Isn't that nonsense?

After Mark left, the old man looked at the note in his hand, then took out a pen and wrote the words "port warship" on the back, and put it away solemnly.

As soon as he looked up, he saw a tall man with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, who looked like a peerless strong man. The old man said with a serious expression.

"Dear strong man, have you understood the artistic conception? If you can also perform the attack just now, please leave your name and address."

A string of greetings appeared on Lin Long's head. Why the hell did he come here to improve himself? If he could chop like that just now, it would be a waste of experience. If he had understood the artistic conception, he would really think that the artistic conception was nothing.

"No...no"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Long had a feeling in his heart that I was sorry for being born as a human being. When the old man saw the submissive Lin Long, his originally bent waist straightened again.

The respect on his face disappeared. He pointed to the stone platform beside him and said in a calm tone.

"Go and chop them one by one. Each time you chop off an object, you will be exempted from the elimination round."

Lin Long nodded and walked to the stone platform and slowly pulled out his saber. After adjusting his breathing, he cut off the steel with the sword. He sheathed the sword. Lin Long took a step aside and came to the unknown metal.

He closed his eyes and bent his body slightly, clenched the weapon with his right hand and began to adjust his breathing. The old man glanced at Lin Long and muttered in his mind, "Is the sword drawing technique? It's interesting."

"cut!"

Lin Long opened his eyes and quickly drew the sword with his right hand. As Lin Long sheathed the sword, a thin line appeared on the surface of the unknown metal and then broke into two pieces.

A hint of appreciation flashed in the old man's eyes. Lin Long came to the diamond. He first reached out and touched the fist-sized diamond, feeling its texture with his heart.

Slowly close your eyes, hold the handle of the knife tightly with your right hand and slowly lean forward until it is at the same height as the bricks and stones, and whisper

"Nothing can be cut without stopping, and nothing can be cut without stopping!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Long pulled out his long knife and slashed at the diamond on the stone pillar from bottom to top. The huge force knocked the diamond away. Lin Long put away the knife and stood there, quickly reaching out with his right hand to grab the falling diamond.

Looking at the shallow white mark on it, he smiled bitterly and shook his head. The old man slowly came to Lin Long's side, looked at the diamond in the other person's hand, and said softly, "Very good sword-drawing technique. Young man, leave your name and address"

Lin Long took the note out of his arms, handed it to the old man respectfully and said softly, "Senior, thank you for your praise. I live in the Duke Hotel."

The old man wrote Duke Hotel on the back of the note with Lin Long's name, and then nodded to Lin Long.

Mark was walking alone on the street trying to find the whereabouts of the three women. Suddenly a voice came into his ears.

"The ancestral sword is given to those who are destined"

Mark came to a stall with the mentality of watching the excitement. When he saw a newcomer coming, the stall owner quickly shouted, "The sword is named Dragon Killer and was bathed in dragon blood."

"Bath in dragon's blood?"

A look of surprise appeared on the face of a strong man. The little old man at the stall saw this and said quickly, "My ancestors came from the country of Wano."

The strong man showed a genuine expression on his face and said softly, "How much does this knife cost?"

"Don't talk about money, just talk about fate"

The little old man shook his head and looked like he regarded money as dirt. Mark became slightly interested when he saw this. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Duolong's figure walking into an alley.

Mark quickly squeezed out of the crowd and chased Doron. Looking at the fat sheep who suddenly left, the strong man winked at the old man, who shook his head slightly to signal him not to worry.

Mark chased into the alley but did not see Duo Long's figure. He hammered the stone wall next to him with some displeasure. Mark walked through the alley and came to another street. He used his sense of sight to sense the pedestrians around him. Suddenly, three familiar smells came. Appearing at the edge of his perception

Mark walked towards the direction of the three of them and looked at the three of them sitting on a stone table eating barbecue. Mark looked at Ophelia with some fun. At first, he said that he was a vegetarian, but now there was even one piece in the bowl. There are no vegetarian dishes to be seen.

Mark slowly walked towards the three of them. The passers-by looked like they were watching the show. There were several groups of people who tried to strike up a conversation before, but they were all kicked out by the girl from the long-legged clan with broken ribs.

"how is this possible!"

Seeing Mark sitting on the stone table, the passers-by around him exclaimed in surprise, with distressed looks on their faces.

A strong man saw that Mark's scarred face was so popular. He subconsciously touched the scar on his cheek and walked towards the four of them with a charming and confident smile.

He felt that his scar was much more handsome than Mark's. Since the other person could successfully strike up a conversation, there was no reason why he couldn't.

"You ladies, don't you know if I have the honor to invite you to dinner? I'm much stronger than that silver wax gun head!"

Scarface kept flexing his muscles and looked at Mark with disdain. Just when Aria was about to get up and kick her to death, Mark slowly stood up and looked at Scarface, whose eyes were tangled with muscles, and said unhappily.

"Why are you stronger than me if you're both Scarface?"

Before the opponent could say anything, Mark came up to the strong man and punched the opponent in the abdomen. He sided to avoid the opponent's vomit. The strong man drew a parabola in the air and fell heavily to the ground.

He pointed his finger at Mark in horror, then rolled away and crawled away.