It is well known that when a King who stays at home sets off, he does so with remarkable speed.
It was already Friday.
At the same time, in the waters off Italy.
Sword King Tony was currently on a yacht.
Inside the cabin, Tony held a fishing rod made of rebar and aircraft carrier arresting wire in his left hand, and a tuna in his right.
He came to the deck, looked at the sun, and noted that the weather was nice today.
"Then, this will be my first confident cast of the day."
Saying that, he hung the tuna on a special hook, and Tony swung the fishing rod with force, sending the hook and bait far into the sea.
He leaned back comfortably in his chair, quietly waiting for a fish to bite.
Ever since he first saw Abel use this thing, he had become addicted to it.
It was truly exhilarating to reel in those big fish with pure physical strength.
Just then, Tony's phone rang.
Tony clicked his tongue impatiently, slowly took out his phone, and only answered when he saw that the caller ID was Andre, his Grand Knight and part-time nanny.
"Andre, what's wrong?"
Andre's steady voice came from the other end of the line: "King, the Martial Arts King of the Yanhuang has already left her territory, and we don't know where she has gone."
Listening to Andre's report, Tony became interested, "Old Lady Luo has left the Yanhuang?"
"That's right, we just got the news this morning; it seems she left in a hurry."
"Hahahahaha."
Tony laughed, then continued: "I really don't know who provoked Old Lady Luo. If I knew her location, I'd even want to go join the fun."
Listening to Tony's words, Andre on the other end of the phone had a black line on his face. His King was good in every way, except that he loved to go out and fight too much.
Now that he liked fishing, he spent less time gallivanting around.
However, deep down, he still loved to fight.
"King, as a King, it's not just about fighting."
Andre said earnestly, then continued: "King, you still have a lot to learn."
"So naggy, ah Andre."
Tony said helplessly, then continued: "Don't I have you?"
Listening to Tony's words, Andre was stunned for a moment, then smiled.
Yes, indeed.
He handled most of the King's affairs; the King only needed to be himself.
Just then, the fishing rod suddenly shook violently, and Tony's eyes lit up. He said excitedly: "Andre, a fish is on the hook, I can't talk now."
After speaking, he hung up the phone and gripped the fishing rod tightly with both hands.
Andre sighed as he looked at the disconnected call, then began to process documents.
The real King—Andre.
The fake King—Tony (enforcer, mascot).
At this moment, the computer suddenly alerted him that something in the sky was approaching the sea.
Andre was slightly startled.
He opened the satellite imagery to check.
He saw a massive Golden-Winged Great Peng appear, with three small dots on its back.
As he zoomed in.
The computer displayed Nathan's stunningly beautiful face.
And when Nathan on its back looked up at the sky, Andre was also startled.
"Why is the Martial Arts King in Italy?"
Without time to think, Andre quickly called Tony.
Meanwhile, Tony's tug-of-war with the whale began, without technique, only pure strength.
Tony smiled, his arm muscles bulging, as he engaged in a contest of strength with the large fish underwater.
The fish was incredibly strong, repeatedly trying to pull Tony into the water by yanking the fishing rod.
But as the Sword King, how could he be pulled around?
At this moment, a steady and deep voice came.
"Dey!!!"
This voice... sounded a bit familiar!
Just then... the sky darkened, and Tony slowly looked up, only to see a Great Peng appear overhead.
He loosened his grip, and the fishing rod directly slipped away.
But it was fine that the fish got away; a bigger fish had appeared.
He recognized it.
This was the Martial Arts King Nathan's ability—"Summon Golden-Winged Great Peng."
He quickly returned to the cabin and took out the box containing his sword, slinging it onto his back.
Just then, Andre's phone rang again, and Tony pressed to answer.
Andre's voice came through again: "King, the Martial Arts King has already arrived in the nearby waters."
Tony laughed heartily: "Hahaha, I know, and I've already seen it. It's right above my head."
He then hung up the phone directly.
Afterward, he used the momentum to leap onto the back of the Golden-Winged Great Peng.
On the Great Peng's back, Nathan sat at a table, with Toriha Rinna preparing tea for her.
Henry, whose injuries were still not fully healed, sat respectfully beside them.
At this moment, Tony arrived on the Great Peng's back.
Nathan looked at Tony and smiled: "Sword Brat, quite the refined taste you have, even fishing. Long time no see."
At this moment, Henry beside him looked at the Sword King with pity.
This beating was unavoidable.
What else did the Sword King have besides being a bit strong in swordsmanship? What was he? And purely in terms of martial arts, Henry could easily defeat the Sword King and the other three Kings combined.
He was, after all, a Divine Child of the Martial God.
Listening to Nathan's words, Tony's face broke into a sunny smile, then he said: "Hahaha, yes, Old Lady Luo, we haven't seen each other in two years."
As soon as Tony said this.
Nathan's face showed a smile, but the hand holding the teacup tightened, and the next second it turned to dust.
At this moment, Henry and Toriha Rinna both gasped simultaneously.
As expected of the Sword King!
Apparently, he was the only one who dared to say that.
Although his master looked only 18 years old, her actual age was over two hundred years old.
And age was her biggest taboo.
Nathan smiled, but the aura around her suddenly became sharp: "Sword Brat, you're quite eloquent."
Tony, seemingly oblivious, laughed and said: "Am I? Not bad, really."
Hearing this, Nathan told herself not to be angry, not to be angry.
Don't get into a huff with a fool who only knows how to fight.
However, a beating was still in order, but before that, let's talk.
Nathan said with a smile: "Sword King, my disciple told me you were also present when they invited the Demon King, weren't you?"
Hearing this, Tony was a little confused.
But recalling his trip with his close friend in Greece, a smile appeared on his face.
"Hahaha, that's right."
Tony laughed, then continued: "That night, we took down an Heretic God."
"Is that so? You seem very happy."
"Of course."
Listening to this, Nathan's lips curved into a dangerous arc.
"Really?"
Nathan stood up, clenching her fists and saying: "But I'm very unhappy!!!"
After speaking, Nathan charged towards Tony.
Tony looked at the imposing Nathan and immediately understood the situation. This was the rhythm of a fight!
"Hahaha, come on, let's fight, let's fight!!!"
Tony said with a laugh, then crushed the box, grabbed the sword inside, and met her charge.
What followed was the Martial Arts King thoroughly beating the Sword King.
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