Everyone on the field focused their attention on Hack, who looked quite miserable at the moment; he was completely stunned, seemingly already'seasoned'.
Someone whispered, "Thanks to this Fishman brother for his selflessness. As expected of a Fishman, a gift from the sea. The sea has abundant water resources, so perhaps he is more tolerant of this 'wet' situation."
Upon hearing this, the people around nodded, their expressions complex, some holding back laughter, others feeling a touch of gratitude towards Hack.
They were grateful that he, in such a peculiar way, had saved everyone from a "pee attack" disaster. Hack himself suddenly felt an urge to jump into a river and commit suicide. Jumping in now would surely be a great sacrifice for the Revolutionary Army's cause, right?
Just as the situation reached a stalemate, adhering to the principle of fairness and impartiality, the Colosseum's broadcast suddenly blared.
"Attention, all contestants! The match will continue. Although Bartolomeo launched a urine attack, please continue the competition. Please return to your positions. Do not all stand on the edge to prevent collapse due to excessive lateral force."
This sudden broadcast made everyone pause, their gazes simultaneously turning to Hack.
There was no other way; they genuinely found him disgusting.
Bartolomeo looked at the group of people in front of him, couldn't help but click his tongue, and pondered to himself, "Forget it, it's best to resolve this matter as soon as possible. After all, he still plans to join Orochimaru-senpai."
Thinking of this, Bartolomeo intertwined his fingers, then suddenly swung his hands, and a circular barrier expanded rapidly outwards like surging waves.
In an instant, everyone on the stage was sent flying by this powerful impact, including Bellamy and other seeded contestants. This sly guy had actually hidden his strength!
They were like kites with broken strings, some falling awkwardly into the water, splashing large amounts of water; others crashed directly into the wall, raising clouds of dust.
The moment the chief referee loudly declared his victory, Bartolomeo's face instantly lit up with excitement, his expression like the rippling layers on a spring lake, full of undulations.
He completely disregarded everything around him, as if sensing something, and looked in the direction from which the sound had just come. His legs moved as if imbued with wind, rushing towards that spot, while he loudly shouted, "Senpai! Wait for me!"
Luffy, hanging on the wall, watched this farce, his eyes gleaming with fiery light, excitedly yelling, "Oh oh oh oh, that guy is really interesting! I wonder what fruit he ate; that domain he just created was so cool!"
However, he didn't have much time to ponder, as the chief referee had already announced the official start of the C-Block match.
Luffy anxiously leaped from the window into the Colosseum, rushing towards the entrance with all his might, after all, he was eager to win the match and get some delicious meat.
Orochimaru stood in a corner of the Colosseum, his eyes gleaming with interest, staring intently at the arena, silently awaiting Luffy's appearance.
However, his thoughts weren't occupied by this anticipation for long before they were interrupted by the sudden appearance of Bartolomeo.
Bartolomeo, with a face full of enthusiasm, quickly approached Orochimaru, and with a joyful expression, said, "Orochimaru-senpai! It's truly been a long time!"
Orochimaru frowned slightly, his eyes full of disdain, and glanced at Bartolomeo, coldly saying, "Did you wash yourself? You reek all over; don't come near me."
Bartolomeo quickly nodded and bowed, even tugging at his new clothes to show Orochimaru, his face covered in a fawning smile.
"Of course I washed, Senpai! As soon as I heard you were here, I went to take a bath and change clothes right after the fight!"
Orochimaru nodded, then pointed at the silly Luffy on the stage (•‾︶‾•)y.
"The fight's aftermath is yours. I have something else to do later."
Before Orochimaru's words had even finished, Cavendish quietly sidled over. He had somehow conjured a table and placed it to the side, leisurely eating steak, with a servant pouring him red wine nearby. He looked utterly content.
Orochimaru turned and saw Cavendish, whom he had noted in his book, then cast his gaze towards Luffy, who was playfully riding a bull on the stage, and finally settled on Bartolomeo, whose face was full of anticipation.
He let out a deep, helpless sigh, as if a layer of gloom had enveloped him.
He weakly waved his hand at Bartolomeo, clearly too lazy to get further entangled with this group of "eccentrics," wishing only to quickly distance himself from this noisy and chaotic place.
Sure enough, the big idiot's subordinates are all idiots. He should go find someone to brainwash. If he stays with these people for too long, he'll become an idiot himself.
Thanks to Sabo's black robe, otherwise he would probably be chased by Cabbage now.
Elsewhere in Dressrosa, Sanji had completely fallen into Violet's enchanting trap.
His eyes were hazy, his steps unsteady, like a manipulated puppet, allowing Violet to lead him through the streets and alleys of Dressrosa, playing one seemingly thrilling but actually fake escape game after another.
Sanji had a silly smile on his face, completely engrossed in the false scenario created by Violet, oblivious to the potential dangers around him, simply following her footsteps blindly.
In the winding alleys of Dressrosa, Sanji and Violet finally arrived at a warehouse.
Sanji's gaze remained fixed on Violet.
Violet bit her lower lip, tears welling in her eyes as she turned, her shoulders trembling continuously.
"It's still no good after all. You should go back immediately. Was I too foolish to ask you to do such a thing?
It's terrifying, I actually wanted to kill that man.
No matter how strong you are, I shouldn't use you.
Please, go back quickly, don't get involved with me anymore.
I don't want to lose you because of me again."
Sanji's heart instantly tightened. He rushed forward, his hands trembling slightly, as if wanting to touch her but afraid of being presumptuous.
"My dear Miss Violet, do not be so sad. With me here, you will not suffer another ounce of harm. That man is in that warehouse, isn't he? I'm going."
His voice was gentle and full of deep affection, his gaze filled with pity and determination.
Violet slowly looked up, gazing at Sanji through tear-filled eyes, her pitiful appearance making Sanji even more enchanted.
She parted her lips slightly, saying with a catch in her voice,
"Aren't you going to ask me why?!"
Sanji's expression was very melancholic yet somewhat solemn. He took a puff from his cigarette, turning his back to Violet.
"Reasons? They are not needed. Your tears are enough. Let me be your bodyguard, to deal with the enemies behind you. Wait for me, I'll resolve everything now."
Sanji didn't look back, resolutely walking towards the warehouse door.
Sanji kicked open the heavy door, and with a loud 'clank,' dust instantly billowed out like thick fog.
As the dust gradually cleared, Sanji's expression, which had been filled with anticipation and resolve, instantly froze, replaced by a look of utter stupefaction.
His eyes stared blankly at the empty warehouse before him. He stood rooted to the spot, as if under a paralyzing spell, his mind a blank, only endless confusion and disappointment spreading like a tide within his heart.
(◎-◎;)... There's no one here... If there's no one, how can he be a hero saving the beauty?
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