The Pirate's Ultimate Swordsman, One Man is the Royal Group

Two days later——

On the foggy New World Sea, a warship flying the flag of the World Government is heading towards the coast of Punk Hazard.

The flag of the World Government is a cross with circles on the four sides and in the middle.

On the bow stood a young man named Guernica, who looked to be about 16 or 17 years old.

His face resembles a white mask, with one eye black and one white, a scar on his right eye, and he wears robot-like earmuffs.

Except for the youthful appearance and skin, the rest of her body seemed to have been transformed and injured.

He held a permanent pointer that recorded the Punk Hazard islands, looking at an army gathering on the coast of the island ahead:

"Where are the Vegapunks?"

At first glance, Guernica did not see Vegapunk in the crowd, except for Dragon, Crow, Arthur, and more than 300 soldiers from the Marine Headquarters.

Almost all of them were covered in bandages, with their foreheads and bodies all looking seriously injured.

The warship soon docked, and Dorag stepped forward with a smile on his face to talk to Guernica.

"Monkey D. Dragon, what is going on?" Guernica confirmed again and found that there was really no target person being escorted this time.

He stared at Dorag with a cold face, his eyes full of suspicion.

"The target of the mission escaped. We were seriously injured by Kaido and the Lunaria tribe and were unable to complete the mission..."

escaped?

Punk Hazard, as an island for technological research and development, has no warships or ships at all.

Even if there was, Dragon wouldn't be able to escape with his ability.

Guernica was very angry. If such a mission failed, he would be condemned by his superiors.

"Are you kidding me?" Although Guernica was very angry and vented his dissatisfaction to Dorag, he was powerless against him with his own strength.

"I'm not kidding. Don't you only care about the mission and our bruised and battered bodies?" Dorag complained to him on behalf of his subordinates.

Soon, Guernica took a close look at everyone and found that a young man who was about the same height as him, with a scary scar on the front and back of his body, was looking at him calmly.

After two days of recovery, Arthur's wounds had begun to scab over, but the scars that remained on his body forever were shocking.

"Then you have finally achieved the research results, right?" Guernica asked again.

"When we were tasked with searching the lab, we found no one."

Feeling that Dragon was worried about his subordinates and was gradually getting angry and confronting him, Guernica stopped making things difficult for him.

They could only accept the consequences silently and let all the navy board the warships.

After boarding the warship, Arthur and Cooper ran to the cafeteria window immediately, lay on it with happy faces and shouted to the chef inside.

"Hey, do you have dumplings? Make me a pot of them."

"Kubo!" (I want raw meat!)

"He wants a pot of raw meat!" Arthur translated Cooper's words to the chef.

They soon discovered that the chefs inside all had expressionless and cold faces as they began to prepare food for them.

This made Arthur frown, very puzzled.

I clearly feel like a living person, but why do I feel like a robot?

After a while, Arthur brought a large bowl of dumplings, and Cooper held a bowl of raw meat with his wings and started to eat with relish.

"This navy is really not a place for human beings to work in. Two missions almost cost me my life. It's better to just eat." Arthur moved his hands up and down, quickly stuffing his favorite dumplings into his mouth.

It's all filled with fish meat.

Kuber and Mengmeng swallowed the food raw, and the two of them felt more relaxed than ever before.

After dinner, Arthur took Cooper to the deck, where he enjoyed the breeze and looked at the sea.

"How much did you eat?" After submitting the mission report, Dorag came out of the cabin and cursed at the two men who had turned into two fat men.

Arthur burped and said, "One basin."

"Arthur, I have arranged everything for you." Dorag came behind Arthur and said to him, "After returning to Marinford, someone will teach you."

"Huh? Who?"

"Black Arm Zephyr, a former admiral of the navy, was transferred to become the chief instructor of the entire army due to some events."

Zephyr, this name couldn't be more profound to Arthur.

"Is he the one who will teach me?" Arthur's face was full of anticipation, wanting to confirm.

Dorag nodded and continued, "The World Recruiting Association will hold a tournament on the training island near Marinford. You can be directly promoted to an officer based on your ranking and performance."

"If you let Chief Instructor Zefa develop your potential, it may grow at a rapid rate in the next two months."

To this day, Dorag has never met anyone like Arthur.

He looked ordinary, even shirtless at this moment.

But he has the potential to rival the bloodlines of Kaido and the Lunaria clan, and this is all learned from Vegapunk about Arthur's potential.

His cell activity is stronger than Kaido and that boy named Abel. No wonder he is so powerful without any guidance.

"Compared to this matter, I care more about the training method of paper painting..." Arthur didn't care much about the World Recruitment and asked Dragon:

"I seem to be in a state of tension all the time, and I can't let go of the strength as you said."

This has to do with Arthur's habits. To learn paper painting, one needs to relax oneself and make oneself as smooth and silky as water.

He couldn't do it. He was used to letting the strength flow through his body at all times, ready to fight at any time.

"Arthur..." It was difficult for Dorag to comment on this question. He covered his chin and thought for a while before saying, "You don't seem to be suitable for learning the Six Forms of the Navy. Or rather, you can't learn the complete Six Forms."

Before, Arthur mastered the six styles in one day.

I tried to learn Six Styles: Paper Painting in two days in Punk Hazard, but I couldn't master it.

Dorag also investigated and found that Arthur's nerves were always in a state of high alert and he couldn't relax his body.

Paper drawing is just what you need to relax your body and mind, which is completely the opposite of Arthur's situation.

"What should I do? I...but...I followed you to join the navy just to learn the Six Forms!" Arthur became anxious. What does it mean that he is not suitable to learn the Six Forms?

"Arthur, you are already very strong in mastering the Five Styles. Paper drawing is not very useful to you." As he said this, Dorag used his fingers to make a dragon claw shape:

"Your finger strength is so strong, how about I teach you the Dragon Claw Fist?"

The fact that he couldn't learn all six styles was confusing to Arthur.

The main reason for learning the six moves is to strengthen the body, but now I am unable to master all the moves perfectly.

"Forget it, my fingers are better at grasping the hilt." Arthur felt a little disappointed, he sighed, and slowly left the deck: "Five moves are five moves, this is enough."

Huh? He suddenly realized that he heard some familiar moves, and turned his head sharply to look at Dorag.

"Colonel, what did you say just now? Dragon Claw Fist?" Arthur was instantly full of anticipation and looked at him with wide eyes.

"When we get to Marinford, go ask Zephyr for more advice."

Navy Six Styles. Not everyone can fully master these physical skills. Those who master two or three of them can be considered superhuman.

Arthur naturally understood this truth.

But the Dragon Claw Boxer's physical skills are a physical skill, so he should be able to learn it, right?

"Before that, you teach me the Dragon Claw Fist first!"