Different Approaches!

"Is it okay to do this?"

In the Publicity Department's studio Stella saw Muzan Kibutsuji's behavior and immediately asked him a question. Soon, the nearby director started writing on a whiteboard.

After reading it, Stella understood.

"Dear viewers, I have just confirmed that Mr. Muzan Kibutsuji from the 'Demon Slayer World' is acting in accordance with the rules."

"According to the preliminary selection rules, as long as you land on the competition island within the specified time, you can get there by boat or by swimming."

"However, as we all know, swimming in the sea is a very physically demanding activity, so normally very few people would choose to do it."

But just as she finished speaking, the audience saw several more figures jump off the deck of another transport ship in the East Blue Region and swim towards Yasnaya Island at an extremely fast speed.

"They're Fish-Man Race!"

"I didn't expect Fish-Man to participate! This makes things even more interesting!"

On the Sabaody Archipelago, humans, mermaids, and Fish-Man mingled in large numbers, their huddled together in a dense, noisy cacophony of voices.

However, some of the mermaids and Fish-Man seemed to recognize the figures that briefly appeared in the scene, and various exclamations immediately arose.

"It looks like Arlong and his group?"

"Yes, it's them! I saw Hatchan and Kuroobi!"

"They have some nerve, daring to participate in such a deadly competition?"

On Fish-Man Island, in the Ryugu Kingdom, King Neptune looked astonished, then helpless, and began to worry.

Although Arlong and his gang are a group of low-level thugs, they are still their own citizens, and now that they are participating in the 'Combat Power Tournament,' they represent the Fish-Man Race to some extent.

On the Marine Headquarters side, the Fish-Man Unit soldiers, including Tiger, Jinbe, and Aladdin, were speechless.

"We're doomed! These bastards are going to bring shame to our Fish-Man Race!"

A sallow-skinned Fish-Man stood up, clenched his fists menacingly, and began to curse, "Putting aside the Rokushiki and Haki, their Fish-Man Karate isn't even that good, is it?"

"Really."

"Another purple-skinned Fish-Man sighed."

Jinbe and Tiger exchanged a glance, both seeing helplessness in each other's eyes. Jinbe said in a deep voice, "But these kids do have some cleverness."

"They jumped directly into the sea, clearly aiming to reach the island ahead of time and then rush to the rivers and lakes in the center of the island as quickly as possible, where they can maximize the advantages of the Fish-Man Race!"

Just as they were talking, Arlong, along with Hatchan, Kuroobi, Chuu, and ten Mumei Fish-Man, arrived at the beach first.

"Hahaha!"

"Let's keep going deeper, and let the whole world and other worlds witness the power of the advanced Fish-Man Race!"

Arlong grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth, as he ran forward wildly, gripping his serrated broadsword and laughing incessantly.

At this time.

His blood was boiling!

Ever since he was trampled underfoot by Major Hodgson of the Marine Headquarters, Arlong finally realized that there are strong people among humans.

However, he still did not give up the idea that Fish-Man were superior to humans, but he felt that his strength was insufficient.

From then on.

He began to intensify his training in Fish-Man Karate and Fish-Man Judo.

In Arlong's view, as long as he mastered these two traditional Fish-Man Race Physical Arts to a certain level, he would be able to rival, or even easily crush, the strongest among humans.

Although no such person has yet appeared among the Fish-Man Race, it doesn't mean I can't become such a powerful being!

But regardless.

Arlong has indeed become much stronger than before, and from this point of view, Jinbe and Tiger actually underestimated Arlong's strength.

Wait until they disappear into the jungle.

Moments later, the transport ships at sea finally arrived at the beach one after another, and immediately, about a hundred contestants from each ship poured onto the island.

These people were much quieter than Arlong.

They were extremely wary of each other, and then dispersed, either individually or in small groups.

The beach on the north side of Yasnaya Island.

A robust young man, over two meters tall and clad in thick iron armor, holding a heavy-looking iron spear, stepped off the transport ship.

Surprisingly, the nearly one hundred contestants behind him followed him obediently.

"Hehe, Boss Krieg, I never expected the World Government to allow us to land on the island together on one ship. Aren't they afraid that we'll use our numbers to kill all the lone contestants?"

A dark-skinned young man with a lewd face and a fawning expression in his eyes approached and grinned maliciously.

"Hmph, you fool!"

At only twenty-two years old, the youthful-looking Krieg walked forward, saying disdainfully, "Haven't you figured out the purpose of this Combat Power Tournament yet?"

"Uh, you mean..."

"The World Government wants to use this tournament to select the truly strong individuals who can operate independently in Otherworld. This will inevitably lead to encounters with overwhelming numbers from the enemy. If they can't even handle something like that, then they're not really strong. So they don't stop us from gathering together at all!"

Krieg Earth Flow a cold gaze, seemingly noticing the shifty eyes of a group of people behind him, and continued indifferently.

"But it's a fact that there are advantages to gathering in large groups. With so many of us acting together, we can definitely guarantee that most people will pass the preliminary selection. So why not do it?"

"Yes! Boss is absolutely right!"

The dark-skinned youth excitedly echoed, also feeling safer with a group of people.

"Um?"

Just then, Krieg suddenly stopped and frowned as he looked at a group of people emerging from the woods on his right. Immediately, the nearly one hundred men behind him grabbed their weapons and stood ready.

But as more and more people from the other side came out, their expressions turned grim.

No one expected that they would encounter a group of like-minded people.

"Walk!"

After a brief standoff, bound by the rule that attacks were prohibited for two hours, Krieg suppressed his rage, withdrew his murderous gaze, and turned to walk in another direction.

Once they were out of sight, the group opposite them also put down their swords and muskets.

"Boss Higuma, that big guy is Krieg. He's got Monstrous Strength and can easily wield a one-ton iron spear. He's recently made a bit of a name for himself in the East Blue. Judging from his men behind him, they're probably thinking the same thing as us!"

A middle-aged bandit watched the retreating figures of Krieg and his gang and muttered to himself.

"Pooh!"

"He's just a little brat. If I see him again, I'll chop his head off!" Higuma spat disdainfully.

"Let's go, let's change direction and deal with them one last time!"

At the same time.

Just as most people began to venture deeper into the island, two young men dressed as swordsmen remained on the western beach, watching the transport ship that had brought them slowly sail away.

This piqued the curiosity of many viewers.

Looking out over the vast sea, Giyu Tomioka said calmly, "Muichiro, I think staying here is fine. What do you think?"

Muichiro Tokito scanned the beach and found only a walking Den Den Mushi) pointing at them. He then replied somewhat indifferently.

"With its expansive views, abundant moisture, flat terrain, and few competitors, it's truly a wonderful place."

"I see!"

The viewers watching the live stream suddenly Satori on, but were immediately amused by the couple's wit. Everyone was thinking of running inland, so wouldn't the beaches on the edge be safer?