One Piece: The Celestial Dragons' Self-Cultivation

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“Mr. Cyrus, I am the princess of the Kingdom of Dressrosa.”

"I bear the responsibility and mission of being a princess."

"If I leave at this time, what will happen to the country? How will my father explain this to the Celestial Dragons?"

Scarlett's words put Cyrus in a dilemma.

Scarlett has not yet developed any special feelings for Cyrus.

Firstly, it was due to class differences, and secondly, Cyrus's attire was quite rugged, making him look like a barbarian.

The relationship between the two actually originated from a suspension bridge effect.

Scarlett was kidnapped by pirates, but Cyrus single-handedly killed all the pirates and rescued her, which changed his image in her mind.

This guy is a prime example of someone who gets everything he wants by sucking up to the end.

Cyrus at this time, at best, was only enthusiastic on one end.

Seeing that both King Riku and Scarlett were so resolute, Cyrus gritted his teeth and left the room.

The father and daughter exchanged a glance, then both shook their heads with wry smiles.

Over the next few days, while the slaves on the Temple continued repairing the ship, Blake took the young female slaves on a tour of almost the entire Kingdom of Dressrosa.

He had no intention of going to visit Lilliput.

In Blake's memory, apart from Princess Mansherry's healing fruit, the only other thing about Lilliput was its excellent planting techniques.

Whether it's medicinal herbs or other crops, these are the responsibilities of the World Government and don't require Blake's personal involvement.

The world government doesn't belong to him.

As for Mansherry, she was five years younger than Robin and had the same lively personality.

There's already enough noise on the ship with Perona... How interesting, Mansherry should wait until she eats the healing fruit before making any further moves.

Today, Dressrosa doesn't have much to offer, and it's nowhere near as bustling as the "Land of Love and Passion" it later became.

The common people here mostly rely on farming and hunting to make a living.

Perhaps in King Riku's eyes, this was what it meant to live a peaceful and prosperous life.

But in Blake's view, Dressrosa's excellent location has been completely wasted.

However, he had no intention of changing anything.

Like I said, Dressrosa doesn't belong to him.

Anyway, the Heavenly Gold is collected and distributed according to the number of people. As long as his share is not reduced, he can do whatever he wants with the others.

A few days later, Black's Temple was finally repaired and ready to set sail again.

On this day, the port of Dressrosa was shrouded in silence.

The Temple rested quietly at the dock, the World Government flag flying at its bow fluttering in the wind.

King Riku stood on the steps, his fingers gripping his scepter tightly, unable to speak for a long time.

Behind him, Princess Scarlett, dressed in a plain white gown, lowered her eyelids, concealing her tears.

She forced a smile:

"Father, it's almost time, I'll be leaving now."

Having said that, without waiting for King Riku's reply, he slowly walked towards the Temple.

King Riku's Adam's apple bobbed.

"Scarlett...you...take care."

Scarlett turned her head, her emotions having calmed down:

"Father, don't worry, I will take good care of myself."

Just as Scarlett was about to board the Temple, a sound of metal hitting the ground suddenly came from afar.

A roar followed:

"I disagree!"

Whether on the dock or on the ship, almost everyone's eyes were turned toward the direction from which the sound came.

Cyrus was still dressed as a gladiator, holding the longsword that had accompanied him through three thousand consecutive victories.

Blake stood on the boat, tilting his head, watching the scene with great interest.

He really didn't expect that Cyrus would dare to jump out and stop him.

Black had always believed that unless led by the D clan, others, even if dissatisfied with the Celestial Dragons' rule, would at most just go through the motions like Kizaru and Fujitora.

Black had no recollection of ever asking them to stand up and say "no" to the Celestial Dragons.

However, Cyrus never appeared with a full name, and Black was unsure whether the other person was actually D.

He just wants to watch the show.

King Riku was already standing before Cyrus, and said urgently:

Cyrus, what are you doing?

"To draw a weapon in front of a Celestial Dragon is an unforgivable sin!"

Cyrus remained calm and raised his longsword:

“Your Majesty, I am fully aware of what I am doing.”

"We absolutely cannot allow Her Highness the Princess to be taken away."

"Even if it costs me my life."

With that, he pushed King Riku aside and strode toward the dock.

One person walked with the imposing presence of a thousand troops.

This isn't Conqueror's Haki, but rather a fearless, death-defying emotion that subtly influences people.

Blake muttered to himself:

"If sacrificing one's life could save one from regret, the Celestial Dragons wouldn't have ruled the world for eight hundred years."

"But now it seems like I've become the villain?"

"This plot isn't right!"

"Shouldn't I be portrayed as the mastermind behind everything?"

"How come, after just one princess kidnapped, some guy who seems to be a warrior is already jumping out to slap me in the face?"

"Wouldn't that make him a minor villain?"

With that thought in mind, Blake released his arms from around Mandy's waist:

"The time has come to test the results of your training over this period of time."

"Go test its quality."

"Bring him back."

"I want him to be in charge of pedaling on my boat."

Chapter 77 Hoorahohoora...

Cyrus did not demonstrate much fighting prowess in the original work.

Of all the opponents he has faced, Diamanti is the most formidable.

However, in the background setting, Kyros once cut off his own leg to save King Riku, who was controlled by Doflamingo.

According to him and King Riku, just as he was about to take Doflamingo's head, Sugar ambushed him and turned him into a toy.

This point is actually questionable.

Doflamingo is, after all, a top-tier fighter at the level of a Shichibukai.

It was already 1512 in the Sea Calendar, and Doflamingo was over thirty years old.

Even if they haven't reached their peak, they won't be too far off.

In 1522 of the Sea Calendar, Kyros ambushed Doflamingo, and he would have been killed if Luffy hadn't saved him.

They seem to be opponents in a completely different league.

Now, Mandy has completely integrated the power of the two swordsman-level ability cards, forming her own unique swordsmanship.

Blake was very interested in the fight between the two.

As Blake gave the order, Mandy leaped off the Temple and landed in front of Cyrus.

She stood still like an ice sculpture, drawing her rapier from her waist, the tip of the sword drooping slightly.

This is Mandy's opening move, elegant yet deadly.

Cyrus, however, did not rush to act. Instead, he looked up at Black on the deck and said loudly:

"If I win, can I take the princess away?"

Blake scoffed:

"You have no right to negotiate with me."

"Offending the world's nobility is a capital offense."

"However, considering your unbeaten streak of three thousand matches at the Dressrosa Arena, I can forgive your offense if you win."

Take Scarlett away?

I have the upper hand right now, so why should I bet this with you?

Moreover, the other party's demeanor, like a protagonist about to slap the villain in the face, actually made Blake a little uneasy.

Cyrus wanted to say something more; he hadn't come over just to get Blake to let him go.

But Mandy had already pointed her sword at Cyrus, clearly growing impatient.

Cyrus had no choice but to take a deep breath and look sharply at Mandy.

A moment later, he charged straight at Mandy, his longsword slashing down with a whooshing sound.

But Mandy only took a half step to the side, and the sword blade pierced towards his wrist like a silver snake.

Cyrus's Observation Haki had already given a warning, but before he could change his move, with a hiss, blood splattered.

Cyrus looked down and saw a bloody scratch on the tiger's mouth where the sword energy had grazed.

"Speed ​​type?"

He murmured something softly, and Cyrus charged forward again.

Three thousand duels, even if most of his opponents were insignificant weaklings, were enough for him to accumulate a wealth of combat experience.

Especially the strategies employed when facing enemies with different styles.

However, the gap in strength in this world is usually not something that can be bridged by combat experience.

Even Mandy, who had no combat experience at the time, was able to defeat the inexperienced Lafayette by virtue of his domineering aura.

Her rapier drew fine silver lines in the air, each thrust terrifyingly precise.

Cyrus roared and swung his sword, but his opponent dodged like a ghost, and the sword always managed to leave new wounds on him.

Instead of using the charged slash he used against the giants in Delgard, Mandy relied on her agility, like an elegant dancer, to continuously leave wounds on Cyrus's body.

Cyrus's greatsword crashed into the ground, sending shards of stone flying.

His breathing was heavy, and sweat mixed with blood slid down his forehead.

Mandy's sword light poured down like a torrential rain.

Cyrus's greatsword barely managed to parry, but her thrusts were too fast and too accurate, each strike aimed at tendons, joints, and vital points.

His movements became increasingly sluggish, and blood seeped from countless tiny wounds.

As his vision gradually blurred, Cyrus's body slowly collapsed to the ground, still murmuring:

"I...can still..."