The battles ended quickly, and Patches' winning streak had been moved to 850 times. In the high-end room of the arena, a gentle young man with glasses kept wiping his sweat on his head and reporting: "Supervisor, it's no longer possible. The spare monsters are almost dead. If this continues, no one will go up to fight."

The middle-aged man sitting in front of him crossed his legs and said calmly: "Send someone to contact Napachis later to see if he is willing to join us. If he is willing, let him achieve a thousand consecutive victories. If he is not willing, hum, our devil fruit is not that easy to get. Then let the worshippers come up to solve him, a newcomer will not be able to make any trouble."

"One, another person has fallen. Is it really no one able to stop Patchis' winning streak? All heroes, are you going to watch others win the honor of a thousand winning streak from you?"

In fact, there are still many strong men on the field with a reward of 20 to 30 million, but they are cautious and dare not take the initiative to challenge. After all, no one knows whether Patchis used all his strength, and with his fighting style, it is impossible to hold back.

While the audience was cheering constantly, a disharmonious voice suddenly came in: "Hey, big man, you are very strong, do you want to hang out with me?"

I saw a young man in black dress sitting on the fence with one leg crossed his legs and making a sound, looking a little unrestrained.

Many people couldn't help laughing out loud. After all, from the appearance, this young man didn't look like Patches' opponent at all. Compared with the two, it was the difference between the devil and ordinary people.

Patches also turned his head, stared at Roy, and said with a grim smile: "Haha, of course, but you must defeat me. Before you, some people who overestimate themselves made the same invitation. Now, without exception, it has become a pile of rotten meat. Boy, do you still dare to come down now?"

"It sounds like a good suggestion. I accept it, let's fight." Roy jumped directly from the towering jump platform, landing on the ground but not even a trace of dust. This also made many people who wanted to watch jokes shrink their pupils. Just Roy showed his move now, he knew that he was definitely not a weak person.

"Hey hey, this gentleman, you are so unruly. You haven't signed up yet." The host said with a confused look on his face.

"Hahahaha, who would still want to see your boring hunting? This place should belong to the real battlefield."

"Fight! Fight! Fight!" The audience was already roaring first.

"Okay, then you are the 851st challenger, sir, please ask your name." The host compromised helplessly.

"Roy."

"The next is the 851st battle, nameless swordsman Roy, against the terrifying slaughter Patches."

"Come on, take me a punch." Patches seemed to be enjoying the battle process extremely. Even though he had been fighting for so long, his energy was still extremely strong, and he even felt that he was getting stronger and stronger as he fought.

"Bang!" A huge sound came out, and it was Roy holding the sword, not even pulling out the scabbard, and he was in a stalemate with Patches' giant fist.

Many people looked at the scene in disbelief. Roy just lifted the scabbard and stopped Patches' unparalleled iron fist. You know, before that, few people could fight Patches hard.

After experiencing the initial surprise, Patches was not angry but happy, and shouted loudly: "Go again, come again."

The two fists transformed into countless fist shadows in the air, as if hundreds of fists were punching in an instant, which made countless people who were considering whether to end up feeling lucky. After all, Patches had just relied on his invincible power before and was invincible. Now even the attack speed is so fast, so few people can stop it.

Roy was also very happy to see this. In his opinion, the stronger Patches, the better. Only strong people have the value of being subdued.

Roy stood there without moving his footsteps, and the sword in his hand also transformed into countless sword shadows, as if it was perfectly opposite to Patches's fist shadow. To outsiders, it was just a needle-to-headed approach to the wheat-beam, evenly matched.

Only Patches could feel the strength of the young man in front of him. Every time the sword fell, it hit his fist just right, and looking at his lazy appearance, it was like an adult guiding a child, the gap was so big that it was not in the same dimension.

"Damn it, don't underestimate people." Patches roared, his eyes turned red, his aura gradually began to rise, the force of each punch increased, and even the speed of punching became faster and faster.

To outsiders, even those who claim to be strong can't even see the afterimage. Even those who claim to be strong have tried their best to barely be able to speed up the two of them. They now have no idea of ​​competing with these two monsters in their hearts.

Although their eyes can barely keep up, their thinking cannot keep up, let alone physical reactions. If they were on the court, they would probably not be able to make a complete counterattack and would be made into meat pie.

Roy also increased the weight of Patchis in his heart again. Unexpectedly, Patchis was still a devil fruit ability. Although he didn't know what his ability was, it was very compatible with the strange power in his body.

Roy guessed in his heart that Patches's strength may be a little worse than the Wolf before using his ability. If he judged it with a bounty, he was roughly at the level of 30 million Bailey. But after he used his ability, his strength had an explosive growth, and his combat power was even close to that of 50 million Bailey.

A person of this level, let alone Beihai, can be regarded as a strong man even in the first half of the Great Way. Roy was so impressed that he definitely found a treasure this time.

It was precisely based on this idea that the sword speed in Roy's hand became faster and faster, and he began to become serious. After all, for a combat madman like Patchis, the best way is to directly impress him with absolute strength.

Patches' heart was indeed as Roy believed. In his previous battles, as long as he used his fruit ability and combined with his physical quality, almost no one could stop his explosion. However, he did not expect that he was suppressed from beginning to end this time, and he could not help but planted the seeds of Roy's invincible in his heart.

"Okay, let's just stop here. I will take all my strength again next time. If you can't even block this attack, you won't be qualified to be my crew." Roy said seriously. After all, the test is two-way. If Patches dies in this attack, it means that he is only at this level. Roy will only feel regretful and will never regret it.

For a fighting madman like Patchis, Roy's slightly ruthless words were more accustomed to his appetite, and he shouted loudly: "Come on, I went out to sea to constantly challenge the strong. If I can't even block a blow, it's better to die here."

Hearing the words of the two, all the audience's hearts were in their throats. The sound of cheering and shouting suddenly stopped. The scene was so quiet that even the needle fell to the ground could be heard. Everyone held their breath and was ready to witness this rare battle.

Even the arena manager who had disdained before was sweating. After all, the strength shown by these two people was completely beyond his imagination. Although they could not match the forces behind him, they were already considered powerful supporters. If they could pull into his power, their position in the organization would definitely be improved.

"Draw the sword and slash!"

Light, the light that shines to the extreme, is like the first ray of light at dawn; darkness, the heaven and earth are lost in sound, like the call of death whisper.

Between this extreme light and darkness, everyone could not even open their eyes, and their minds were completely attracted into it.

It seemed like a moment, or an extremely long time, people's minds were still blank, and they didn't know what had happened before.

Roy returned to the scabbard and Patches half-kneeled on the ground. He had become a bloody man, his body was broken, like cracked glass, and his body actually expanded again, reaching seven meters high.

Roy could see clearly that it was Patchis who once again stimulated his fruit ability at the most critical moment, making his whole body violently turn into a giant seven-meter-high monster to barely block it. Even so, he was almost irreversible damage.

"Captain, it seems that I will follow this knife. Unfortunately, my journey seems to be about to end here. What a pity." Patches was surprisingly not resentful to Roy. For the strong, death has never been a terrible thing.

"Congratulations on becoming my crew, but you seem to have to continue fighting for me on my boat." Roy shook his head and pressed his right hand on Patches' body. A colorful light flashed, and the wound on Patches's body gradually disappeared until the wound completely healed.

"What's going on? My injuries are gone at all. Captain, how did you do it?" Patches asked in disbelief.

"The origin of dreams is illusion and reality. What is reality and what is illusion is all determined by the master of my dreams."
Chapter completed!