The Corrida Colosseum.
Originally, this place was under Diamante's supervision.
Not only was he responsible for maintaining order in the Corrida Colosseum, but he also held the concurrent position of fight comntator.
Truth be told, despite his unpleasant personality, his comntary during dueling events, with its ability to stir people's violent impulses, had actually earned him quite a few fans.
But those fans were about to be disappointed now.
Because the star comntator Diamante was currently in a state of being controlled like a puppet, and the managent of the colosseum and the comntary duties were temporarily handed over to the original comntator, Gatz.
Gatz had been the comntator for the Corrida Colosseum even before the Donquixote Family took over. He had a fanatical passion for the clashes of skill and courage between gladiators.
However, the Corrida Colosseum was no longer as pure as it once was.
Pirates, gangsters… all sorts of characters could now participate. The Corrida Colosseum no longer restricted their thods, so they would stop at nothing.
The once honor-and-passion-filled arena had now beco a place of pure slaughter, a venue for unleashing violence and rage.
Yet even so, Gatz could only continue his comntary work.
Well, money is hard to earn, and shit is hard to eat.
"Alright! We can see [The Undefeated Woman] Rebecca being pushed back step by step under the attacks of [The Great Axe] Hoffman!"
"Hoffman's strength is simply too overwhelming! Rebecca is utterly unable to withstand it!"
The spectators in the stands had their eyes wide open, staring fixedly at the battle scene below.
Simultaneously, they were roaring with their mouths.
"Kill him, Hoffman!"
"Tear her apart! Tear that sinner to shreds!"
Many who usually appeared polite and civilized had now shed that civilized exterior, revealing the most primitive, most brutal aspects of their personalities.
The comntator Gatz, while pandering to 'public opinion', constantly mocked and belittled the gladiator nad Rebecca in his comntary.
But at the sa ti, deep inside, he felt great admiration for her resilient character and solid gladiatorial skills.
But there was no helping it… work was work. He couldn't go against the wishes of the majority of the audience to praise Rebecca.
In the arena, besides a burly man wielding a large axe and the girl nad Rebecca, all other challengers had already fallen into the surrounding water, eliminated.
Hearing the voices of the surrounding audience cheering him on, the burly man Hoffman, who lived up to his na, showed a ferocious smile on his face.
Thud!
An axe, taller than Rebecca herself when stood upright, was deflected at a clever angle by a slender two-handed sword.
"Stop struggling, brat!"
"Wouldn't it be better to just get chopped in half by , like they said?"
Hoffman, with one hand, forcefully pulled the large axe embedded in the arena floor, while his other hand very sneakily drew a dagger, slashing toward Rebecca.
Clang!
The two-handed sword wasn't fast, but it still very precisely parried this sneak attack and even knocked it flying.
Rebecca even had the spare energy to launch a counterattack against Hoffman.
Thud-
Unfortunately, Hoffman wore a suit of armor as thick as a door plank… Rebecca's long sword simply couldn't penetrate it.
Failing with one strike, Rebecca didn't press on. Instead, she steadily retreated again, resuming her stance.
Unlike Hoffman, she wore a very 'revealing' set of armor.
Calling it armor was almost being generous.
Because that outfit covered nothing except her head, chest, crotch, and shoes.
It was pretty much like a bikini swimsuit.
Yet, in fact, this was the most traditional 'gladiator attire'.
In the original gladiator culture of Dressrosa, one wasn't supposed to wear full-body armor in the colosseum.
This was a place for those whose skills had reached their peak to spar, and getting hit on the body ant being out.
Of course, all these cultural aspects beca bullshit after Doflamingo took over the country. Perhaps only people like Rebecca still held onto them.
Faced with the audience's mockery and the enemy's humiliation, Rebecca remained utterly unmoved, her eyes still fixed on the enemy's movents, ready to parry and counter at any mont.
Yet, before the giant who was like a small mountain, she could only continuously retreat, her footsteps unconsciously nearing the edge of the arena.
Seeing this, Hoffman, swinging his large axe, smiled even wider. Like a frenzied rhinoceros, he swung his weapon even more wildly, constantly compressing Rebecca's dodging space.
"Die! Die!"
"What are you even doing alive in this world!"
Unlike the increasingly frenzied Hoffman and the audience, both Rebecca and the comntator were quietly calculating sothing in their hearts.
"It's the Sword Dance of Last Stand! It's [The Undefeated Woman's] Sword Dance of Last Stand!"
Gatz on the comntator's platform almost failed to maintain his 'caustic' persona, genuinely marveling at Rebecca's skill from the bottom of his heart.
Yet his words simply didn't reach Hoffman's ears.
Hoffman, imrsed in the pleasure of about to kill a beautiful life, didn't think Rebecca could mount any aningful counterattack at all.
Without a doubt, this little girl would end up like those on the rchant ships he had plundered at sea… chopped into pieces of minced at.
Just thinking about that scene made the blood vessels in Hoffman's eyes almost burst.
Clang-
At that mont, Rebecca suddenly changed her evasive movents.
Dropping low, tilting her sword, parrying and deflecting the force.
Then quickly turning, guiding the opponent's power.
"What?"
Before Hoffman could react, he completely lost his balance, plunging straight down toward the water.
"The winner of this duel is… [The Undefeated Woman] Rebecca!"
Gatz announced the verdict.
But the spectator stands fell into an eerie silence, imdiately followed by people starting to curse and complain.
"So useless, how did that one survive again."
"Why can't she just obediently die!"
The malice from these people pierced Rebecca like a rain of arrows.
Yet this little girl's heart was as tough and tenacious as her swordsmanship.
She walked down the arena in silence, not yielding before these curses and condemnations.
'I must persist...'
'Persist...'
…
Just as Rebecca was stubbornly persisting amidst the malice, Viola on the other side had already begun her approach to Sasuke, this super combat asset.
On the bustling streets, a small stage.
A guitarist played a lively tune.
A lady in a rose-red long dress was performing a passionate and moving dance on stage.
Her movents were light, her steps nimble, and she held a blooming rose in her mouth, looking stunningly beautiful.
Almost every passing man couldn't help but stop to watch this graceful dance and the fiery figure.
-But unfortunately, such things were utterly useless against Sasuke.
The silver-haired, Fifty-Fifty Sasuke directly chose to bypass the crowd of onlookers and head in another direction.
Viola on stage, seeing her target about to leave, swiftly turned, then reached out and threw the rose from her mouth, sending it flying straight toward Sasuke.
As a Ninja, he's capable of precisely deflecting projectiles like shuriken, let alone a slow-moving rose.
Sasuke caught the rose stem with one hand, then, under the envious and jealous gazes of nurous n, made eye contact with the fiery woman on stage.
'Did it work?'
Viola gently caught her breath, calming her rapid breathing from dancing, waiting for the other's response.
In the past, as a mber of the Donquixote Family's special forces, she had used similar 'romantic encounter' tactics to approach targets on more than one occasion.
Plop.
The rose fell to the ground under the incredulous eyes of the crowd.
"Ah... sorry, sorry."
Originally, Sasuke intended to just leave, but considering he was currently in 'disguise', he imitated Kakashi's personality, putting his hands together in an apologetic gesture.
Then he scampered off in another direction.
"What a... clueless man!"
Viola muttered through gritted teeth.
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