Five Hundred and Sixty-Seven. Berto Victor

But the silence didn't last long, and was broken by Meister's calm voice.

"Since you know, you can continue."

Meester pointed his baton at the man who spoke just now.

The man froze for a moment, with a look of panic in his eyes, as if he was very afraid of Meister's calm and sharp light, so there was a trace of panic in his eyes, and his words began to stammer: "You...you are Meister...the king of music in Paradise."

"Still..." He stopped here, because he was slightly taken aback when he saw Meester showing a weird smile.

Meester turned to him with a smile on his face.

"Or what? Keep going."

"You are still a subordinate of Shichibukai [Black Duke] Reinhardt."

After hearing this, everyone was surprised, what are Qi Wuhai's subordinates doing here?

Although I don't know the specific situation, it is definitely not a good thing.

"It's not a secret!" Meister said with a chuckle, "Redding, the capital of music... is famous all over the world. We came here...of course for tourism."

After he finished, there was a sudden sound of soft footsteps on the stage.

Tap, tap, tap.

The footsteps are crisp, gradually clear, and getting closer.

"You impolite fellows are not welcome in Redding."

At this time, a slightly low voice came at the same time, accompanied by the sound of footsteps.

After hearing this voice, Meister wasn't too surprised, as if he had expected it, he laughed in a low voice indifferently: "After sleeping for so long, it's time to wake up."

He knew who the man was, and felt a strong sense of excitement in his heart. After waiting for so many years, it was finally coming.

"So it was really you."

After the man walked in, he showed a surprised expression when he saw Meister's appearance. He seemed to recognize Meister's true identity.

The audience also saw that figure at the same time. The man who suddenly appeared on the stage was the music king of Redding, and it was the conductor Beltingvik who stopped.

At this time, he was wearing a black evening dress, standing in front of Meester with a tall and straight figure and slender limbs. The two men were somewhat similar in stature and attire, but they were completely different in temperament.

Victor is dressed with long hair, and his whole body exudes an elegant literary and artistic atmosphere all the time. He looks like a born nobleman.

Meister is different, although his figure is similar to Victor, but the aura exuding from the whole person is extremely aggressive. Although there is always a calm smile in his eyes, if you observe carefully, there is still an icy coldness deep in his eyes that cannot be melted, as well as that looming ferocity.

"So what if it's me?"

Victor didn't pay attention to the sarcasm in Meister's mouth,

Zigu straightened the cuffs of the evening dress, then looked up at Meester and said slowly: "It is impolite to force others to sleep casually, Meister!"

"Your appearance has changed a lot. No wonder I didn't recognize you at all even though I felt very familiar the first time I saw you."

"Really?" Meester showed a sneer, "It's not that simple for me to come back this time, and I want you to sleep forever."

Hearing these words with infinite murderous intentions, Victor glanced at Meister and said, "It seems that this time I came back for revenge."

"Do you want to die with the veil of hypocrisy in front of all the audience, or die silently in the dark night."

"Those are the only two options you can make."

"You are exactly the same as your father." Victor smiled coldly, "It's ridiculous to be the same!"

As soon as the words were finished, a gleaming long sword appeared in Victor's hand. The long sword reflected a cold light, and stabbed towards Meister, as fast as lightning.

Seeing that Victor took the lead, he stabbed the baton that had been prepared with Meister. With a bang, the violent metal sound echoed in the music hall. The audience suddenly saw the two fighting together, and then ran out of the music hall in panic.

"You won't be able to run away again when you come back this time." Victor laughed loudly, his body flashed in mid-air, the long sword in his hand trembled slightly, turned into a fright and killed again.

Meister didn't answer, and watched Victor's attack trajectory cautiously. Under the power of knowledge and domineering, he resisted every attack of Victor.

After a short fight, Meister understood that Victor in front of him was just like him, also a master of two-color domineering, and his strength was not weak.

"It seems that your strength has improved rapidly over the years." Victor appeared behind Meester strangely, showing a smug smile, and then stabbed Meister's back suddenly with the long sword in his hand.

But then he was stunned suddenly, because what the long sword pierced was the empty air, Meister's figure instantly turned into a black shadow and disappeared.

"Devil fruit ability user?" Victor muttered to himself.

In the shadows, a black light galloped towards Victor with a sharp momentum, and Victor froze for a moment. The long sword in his palm swung wildly in front of his chest, and the huge air flow formed an energy tunnel, trying to stop Meister's attack.

Meister stabbed up against the invisible energy, and the sharp blade was covered with armed domineering. Like piercing tofu, he directly opened a huge hole in the energy channel formed by the air flow, and escaped lightly with his body.

But in the next second, when he was about to pierce Victor's body, Meister suddenly felt the sharp blade in his hand hit a touch of metal, and then a crisp metal sound spread.

What's this?

Meester froze for a moment, then subconsciously looked at the objects blocking the baton.

harp?

The body of the piano exuding golden light is more than two meters long, with an incomprehensible pattern engraved on it, and the strings are densely distributed on it. There seems to be a special cold glow on the strings, and under the reflection of the light, it exudes a sharp aura.

A calm smile rose from the corner of Victor's mouth, and the golden harp floated gently in front of him, just resisting the thrust of Meister's baton, making it impossible for him to enter.

This harp looks very gorgeous, like a huge bow, as if it could explode with great tension at any time.

Meister felt that the weapon in his hand hadn't moved at all, and the sharp thrust was completely offset by the firmness of the opponent's harp.

He understands that Victor is a master of two-color domineering, and can cover the armed domineering color on the manifested harp, which is one of the reasons why he is still confident so far.

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