Meanwhile, on TikTok,
the topic #Water7SwordFlight# has exploded, with even Hawkeye liking related videos.
Below the video comment section, many people felt their scalps tingle, yearning for the sword flight experience in Water 7, and expressed that they wanted it to open soon so they could go experience it!
"New World Swordsman" commented: "This is much more exciting than riding Sea Kings! When will reservations open? I'm rowing to Water 7 to queue up now!"
Someone below replied: "Don't rush, I just called and the reservations are booked up for three months!"
Someone else said: "I recommend buying scalper tickets, I just spent fifty thousand Belli on the black market to grab a'Sword Opens the Heavenly Gate' package!"
The user "Afraid of Heights but Wants to Try" said: "My legs are shaking just watching... but that 'Foundation Establishment Cultivator' certificate is so cool! For the sake of posting on TikTok, I'll risk it!"
A local from Water 7 replied to him: "Don't be afraid, the protective shield is very strong! My second uncle is a test subject, he fell seven times and was fine!"
Franky's fans excitedly declared: "Super—! If he falls, it's a work injury! We'll cover the medical expenses!"
The funniest comment was from "Pirate King Luffy": "I want to ride the nuclear-powered one! Can I control it myself? I want to try flying down from Sky Island!"
Nami immediately retorted: "Luffy!! Do you dare try to steal the ship's money to play this?"
Sanji seized the opportunity to show off: "Nami-san~ How about I accompany you on a two-person flying sword~"
Marine Garp also couldn't stay silent: "Hahaha! Sengoku, this thing can fly! Want to buy one?" Sengoku immediately shot back: "Shut up! You threw up the last time you rode the bubble cable car!"
"..."
While Aokiji maintained his usual calm: "...I choose to ride a bicycle."
Buggy the Great took the chance to ride the wave: "My fans! As long as you get over a hundred thousand likes, I'll livestream doing a somersault on a flying sword!"
Red Hair mercilessly exposed him: "Are you sure you won't fall into the sea?"
Mr. 3 kindly reminded: "Captain Buggy! Remember to buy insurance!"
The latest announcement from the Water 7 Tourism Bureau ignited everyone's enthusiasm even further: "Thank you for your enthusiasm! We are urgently adding the 'Night Sword Flight' project, the swords will glow~
#NextStopImmortalCultivation#
Netizens collectively boiled over, some asking for a couple's dual cultivation package, some wanting to customize magic sword designs, and some even suggesting a sword flight delivery service, flying directly to deliver Water Water Meat.
Meanwhile, at the Water 7 docks, scalpers were already shouting with "Urgent Reservation" signs: "Last two 'Premium Edition' tickets! Only three hundred thousand Belli!"
...
At the same time,
an unprecedented craze for "Immortal Cultivation merchandise" was sweeping across the entire Pirate world.
In the auction house on Sabaody Archipelago, a replica of "Xiao Yan's Profound Heavy Ruler" was being sold at an exorbitant price, and on the black market, there were even "Supreme Collector's Edition" versions made of Sea Stone;
Craftsmen in some small countries worked through the night to create storage rings in the shape of "storage rings," although they couldn't actually store anything, they were exquisitely carved;
Even the Mermaid Cafe launched a "Yun Yun's Green Silk Long Dress" themed package, with all the waitstaff changing into flowing ancient costumes,
and they were already selling well throughout the entire Pirate world through the shopping cart feature, with order volumes far exceeding their production capacity!
"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, do not bully the poor Pirates!"
This deafening cry, like a clap of thunder, exploded in every corner of the Grand Line, igniting the spark of hope in the hearts of countless oppressed people.
In the slums beneath the high walls of the Goa Kingdom, a dozen ragged teenagers sat around a pile of garbage.
Holding crude wooden sticks, they repeatedly practiced the "Eight Extremities Collapse" moves described in battle through the heavens under the Moonlight.
The blond boy with a scar over his left eye was using charcoal to copy the movement routes of the fighting technique onto a broken wooden board.
"See clearly? This is how Xiao Yan circulates his fighting qi!" He wiped the soot from his face, his eyes shining with unprecedented brilliance.
On the high walls in the distance, the nobles' banquet was brightly lit, but no matter how dazzling the lights were tonight, they could not hide the fighting spirit ignited in the eyes of this group of "garbage mountain teenagers."
...
In the "Black Rock" mine in the West Blue,
the miners who had finished a day's labor did not collapse in their sheds as usual.
They gathered around the bonfire, their calloused hands clasped together.
"Old John's kid went to the Marine selection today." An old miner with a missing front tooth spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm. "That kid said that phrase before he left..."
"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river!" Everyone roared in unison, their voices echoing in the mine shaft.
On their scarred backs, they had somehow gotten tattoos that read "Do not bully the poor miners."
The foreman's whip would still fall, but no matter how heavy the shackles, they could not lock down the will to resist that was beginning to surge in their blood.
The most shocking scene was in a corner of Impel Down Level 4, the Blazing Hell.
The prisoner "Bone Crusher" Barton, wearing Sea Stone shackles, was carving words on the scorching hot rock wall with his sharpened fingernails.
With each stroke, his flesh would make a "sizzling" sound on the red-hot stone surface, but he seemed oblivious.
"Hey, are you trying to die?" the prisoner in the next cell hissed.
Barton's bloodshot eyes stared intently at the gradually forming words: "I've been locked in this hellhole for twenty years..."
He parted his cracked lips, revealing blood-stained teeth, "But those bastards shouldn't forget—" After carving the last stroke, he threw his head back and let out a beastly roar: "DO NOT BULLY THE POOR PIRATES!!!"
This roar was like a fuse, and soon the entire Blazing Hell echoed with the prisoners' shouts.
The surveillance Den Den Mushi in Magellan's office showed that that night, on the walls of over three hundred cells, the same words appeared, carved with blood, with fingernails, and even gnawed with teeth.
"Are these prisoners crazy? They really think a novel can change something, ridiculous."
.....
At three in the morning on Sabaody Archipelago, the "Pluton Rayleigh" studio was brightly lit.
The holographic projection screen illuminated the entire room as if it were daytime, and the walls were covered with character relationship charts from battle through the heavens and calligraphy of "Thirty Years East of the River"—said to be personally inscribed by a certain Red Hair big shot who wished to remain anonymous.
"Cough cough, fellow Daoists, please look—"
Rayleigh (under the alias "Think Tank Old Ray"), wearing gold-rimmed glasses and holding a laser pointer, was pointing at the holographic projection.
Today, he had deliberately tied his white hair into a Daoist bun and changed into a Tang suit embroidered with a Tai Chi pattern—although he was still wearing his signature flip-flops.
The red dot of the laser pointer drew circles on the analysis diagram of the "Qi Cyclone": "This energy circulation route is astonishingly similar to the flow of Armament Haki!"
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