《Diamond Jozu (English)》Chapter seven: Diamond Jozu
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"The hero of the Colosseum is dead."
His head had been completely shattered.
'How was that possible?'
All the spectators were stunned, and as in every moment of intense shock, a shrill woman's cry was heard, which broke the silence in the arena.
This voice was not coming from a woman but from the host who shouted into the loudspeakers.
"You can still scream louder," said Joz, annoyed.
Of all the people in the arena, the person he most wanted to kill was the host.
Joz mobilized all his strength and reached the host's platform, killed him with one punch, and said over the loudspeakers: "NOW A NEW GAME: I AM THE HUNTER AND YOU THE PREY."
Hearing this, many people were paralyzed.
They understood what Joz wanted to do, but their bodies didn't respond because of fear.
BOOOOM
As soon as the voice disappeared, Joz let go of the speaker snail, jumped towards the audience, concentrated all his diamonds in his fist, and punched the audience.
The vast explosion caused a dozen people to fly, which seriously injured them.
Joz made his entire body (except his head) diamond-like and forcefully stomped on a bystander who was still alive after the impact.
"AAAAAAAAAAH" The neighbor screamed in panic and started to flee.
With this scream, many people came out of this tetanization and started to flee towards the exit.
"run" said a nobleman with hatred, taking his wife's hand to flee.
Noble or person without status, faced with this scene, the individual's prestige did not count.
Joz ignored this and started charging into the audience.
Each punch killed at least two people. More and more bodies were around him, even though he moved around a lot to kill the most people.
He had to accomplish his mission, and this audience was perfect to reap a big reward.
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Blood squirted on her shining body, and it looked like a real pure jewel that pushed its impurity outside (the blood of the victim).
The entire arena was filled with screaming, crying, fear and despair.
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Upstairs, the boss was green with shame. "This Bastards, I was going to make him a superstar, and he thanks me like that."
He had underestimated Joz.
After seeing Jean's death, he wondered how he would control Joz; given his power, Joz could escape whenever he wanted.
"Was a person with a fruit that strong?" he wondered.
But he didn't know that the person next to him was also a holder of demonic fruit.
The boss was ashamed of this event; one of his slaves had just carried out a massacre. He had been hired to manage the arena by the royal family, and so far, everything was going well. Still, with this incident, his head was going to roll.
"Hurry and call someone to arrest him" he shouted to his subordinates.
He knew he couldn't be a director anymore, but he could still minimize the damage.
With that, he quickly left the room and told his secretary (the woman with a cloak) to warn the royal family.
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In the arena, there were more and more corpses and various cries of horror.
Joz kicked a man who kept screaming; he (the man) flew and died shortly after.
Every hit Joz gave meant to kill.
Although the situation was chaotic, many people had managed to get out of the arena. They were screaming like mad 'help', which gradually made the city messy.
As time passed, the number of people in the arena decreased. Joz had managed to kill at least a thousand people before the town guards arrived.
There were two hundred guards, all armed to the teeth (gun in hand).
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Joz was confident in his defense; the guns in One Piece weren't powerful in the hands of ordinary people. (In truth, I think that the weapons in one Piece must be at the same level, if not more potent than those in our world because given the monsters that live there, their weapons must necessarily be mighty)
Joz rushed towards them, the diamond protecting his whole body except the eyes. He boosted his charge for more impact.
"Shoot! Shoot! Shoot" said the leader of this group.
CLING CLING CLING
No bullet could penetrate Joz's defense, and it looked like a live tank.
"How ...." the boss said when he saw Joz rush over him.
BANG BANG BANG
All the obstacles in front of Joz (humans) flew one after the other. Some died; others survived with serious injuries.
For Joz, these guards were just points for his system.
There was already no one in the arena, so Joz could only rely on these guards to improve his score in his mission.
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