Eleventh Rocket Jump THE TOURNAMENT
-Soldier stood in full attention on the battlefield. He had left some things at home. Like his shotgun. And his rocket launcher. In fact, all he had on him was that familiar old shovel. His trusted companion since the war. Why had he only taken one open, when he had the option of many? He could have blown Luffy's leg right off had he wanted to with an RPG. Instead, he had chosen his shovel. It was a bold statement...-
Listen up, maggot, because I'm only going to say this once. This challenge is lined up with people who can shoot laser beams and punch out mountains. They have forgotten the meaning of TRUE GRIT. But you and I... we're real men. And we'll settle this like REEEEEEAL MEN!
So you had better pray you've got the guts to fight me like one!!
Listen up, maggot, because I'm only going to say this once. This challenge is lined up with people who can shoot laser beams and punch out mountains. They have forgotten the meaning of TRUE GRIT. But you and I... we're real men. And we'll settle this like REEEEEEAL MEN!
So you had better pray you've got the guts to fight me like one!!