Alistair's open and honest attitude made Marguerite immediately like him. She had thought he was just a pampered waste who couldn't even increase his training volume. But he had a clear understanding of himself, the world, and his enemies. He didn't shy away from his weakness or the strength of his enemies. This kind of person had great potential.
You could say that most people in this world didn't have his clarity.
"I've achieved a little of my goal. I've realized what level I'm at."
It was as if he had ranked the world's strong people in a hierarchy. The Yonko, the Three Admirals, the Yonko's cadres and the Shichibukai, the Marine Vice Admirals and the Supernovas, CP9 and those who could use Haki, those who had eaten Devil Fruits, and those who had just entered the Grand Line.
And in the last tier, those pirates who had just entered the Grand Line, below the captains, were made up of first mates, cadres, combat officers, and ordinary crew members.
His current stamina was roughly between that of an ordinary crew member and a combat officer, and his combat experience wasn't even enough to fight an ordinary crew member.
But that was easy to fix. Just keep fighting.
Keep fighting, gain experience. As long as he didn't die, he had enough time to raise himself to the level of a combat officer.
He had only rested for fifteen minutes, but he stood up, took off his clothes again, and walked towards the mast.
"Hey..." Marguerite exclaimed in surprise, but she couldn't stop him. She only saw Alistair standing beside the mast, shouting, "Barabaro, I'm rested, let's continue."
Not only Marguerite, but the pirates who had gradually dispersed were excited again. This kid, it seemed like he hadn't gotten enough of a beating.
Barabaro was furious. In his opinion, he had spared Alistair, but the other guy didn't know how to be grateful. He dared to provoke him again. This time, he wouldn't be called Barabaro until he broke a few of his ribs!
But this time, things were a little different than Barabaro expected.
This time, Alistair fought boldly and recklessly, directly charging forward, a jab straight for his face, just like Toddlin's fighting style. But this time, Alistair wasn't Toddlin, and Barabaro wasn't Alistair.
Barabaro retreated, flashing, but Alistair didn't copy him with a spinning kick. Instead, he continued to close the distance, directly boxing.
He used what he knew to fight the other guy, instead of clumsily imitating things he didn't know.
Boxing footwork was very practical, very flexible and fast, whether it was getting close to the opponent or retreating to dodge.
Alistair didn't have a strong physique. He honestly followed the conventional fighting routine, attacking with jabs, direct punches, and extreme speed, which was a suitable fighting style for people with their small stature.
As for hooks and uppercuts, they had too much swing, so they had many flaws. Jabs were the fastest and most routine attack.
But the other guy hadn't been systematically trained. He didn't want to take a jab and guard, so he kept retreating.
Alistair's attacks were continuous. Most of them were feints. Even if they hit, they wouldn't hurt. But the other guy was arrogant and wouldn't let Alistair hit him below the waist. He retreated again and again.
But his companions were trash. They didn't want him to fight so pathetically. He had almost retreated to the edge of the crowd, then a pirate behind him suddenly pushed him. Barabaro didn't expect the attack to come from behind. He stumbled, completely losing his balance. A fist grew larger and larger in front of him, but the expected blow didn't come.
Alistair took two steps back. He didn't attack him, but continued to wait for him to regain his balance. He beckoned to him.
Barabaro sneered and charged forward...
The following fight was like two children fighting. Barabaro knew Alistair lacked experience. He took two punches, grabbed Alistair, and fell to the ground. Then, the two of them became like children, fighting clumsily.
But this time, Alistair didn't back down. He started to fight back fiercely.
They grappled on the ground, fighting uglily. The pirates rarely saw such an ugly fight. Most of the time, it was a single fatal blow, at most two. But they still enjoyed this ugly fight, egging them on.
Alistair lost, naturally.
He was pinned to the ground and rubbed by Barabaro. But after the fight, Barabaro stood on the deck and extended his hand to Alistair.
His gloomy face was covered in blood, but his tone was relaxed.
"Although you're weak, you're a worthy opponent."
Alistair wiped the blood off his nose, laughed, and took his hand, getting up.
"Boo!!!" The pirates were completely dissatisfied with the play. They booed wildly. The ending of the story wasn't what they wanted. They absolutely didn't want the two of them to develop a mutual respect, to resolve their hatred.
Pirate hatred could only be eased by death.
"Hmph!" Devil's Luck William snorted coldly. The pirates' clamor gradually subsided. Barabaro's prestige wasn't enough, but 'Great Bay Knife' William was different. He looked around at the pirates, then waited until it was quiet before smiling and asking Alistair, "I wonder if you're satisfied with this battle?"
"Thank you, William." Alistair wiped the blood off his body with his clothes, looked up at Devil's Luck William.
"You're welcome, you're welcome." William hurriedly waved his hand. "So, are you going back now?"
He looked at Alistair nervously, obviously afraid that he would be held accountable by the Empress for being beaten like this.
But... he secretly glanced at Marguerite, who didn't seem to care. If that woman hadn't stopped him, it should be okay... right?
"Then, let's start preparing dinner."
Alistair walked towards the lifeboat.
Then he lifted the canvas covering the bottom layer of the lifeboat and pulled out a bunch of fishing rods.
"Tonight's dinner, it depends on what you can catch!" He put his hands on his hips and laughed loudly.
He hadn't thought about returning to the Kuja Pirates' ship before going to sleep. He wanted to spend some time with these pirates.
He had brought not only a lot of fishing rods for the pirates, but also a lot of cooking utensils.
He wanted to see how skilled these pirates were, and more importantly, how lucky they were.
To infiltrate them, necessary observation was essential. And he had already made a good start, reaching a certain level of understanding with Barabaro, the captain, and the first mate.
Next, it was time to blend in...
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