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

If the regret of Zefa's death could be made up for, Arthur might have a powerful friend in the future.

Everything he did was done with his own interests in mind.

When Zefa heard those words, he suddenly stopped, turned around and stared at Arthur angrily: "What... nonsense are you talking about!"

He suddenly yelled at Arthur, then stretched out his heavy palm and touched Arthur's head.

"I will bear that miserable experience alone. Don't even think about it, little brat like you who is about to be trained by me!"

The warm meaning in these words was filled with infinite sadness for Arthur.

When he thought about how Zephyr devoted his entire life to the navy, but was finally killed by the disciple he had trained himself, he found it a little hard to understand.

"I will never go through that, don't worry, Instructor Zefa." Arthur suddenly recognized the man in front of him.

The name of not killing is well deserved.

Everyone says Zefa is strict, but now he can't see that Zefa is a strict instructor at all.

Soon, Arthur followed Zefa to the training ground.

Night falls——

Outside the playground of Instructor Zefa’s training base.

After being tortured by Zefa for a whole day, Arthur, the tester, was exhausted all over. His willpower and body, which made it almost impossible for him to fall down, were both exhausted.

Even Cooper was beaten so badly that he couldn't get up.

The strictness during the training was completely different from the kind instructor Arthur had imagined during the day.

During training, Zefa seemed like a completely different person. Even if you were about to die, he would not stop pushing your body to the limit.

"I will never fall in battle...oh..." Arthur dragged his body, which had been pushed to its limit, and stood up again with a small wail of pain.

He had forgotten how many times he had been knocked down by Zefa in this day.

"Haha..." Zefa smiled even brighter when he saw Arthur's strong willpower, and taunted: "It's only one day of fighting. The future battles may take several days and nights, or even longer."

"This battle is just a test. Will it last for several days and nights?" Arthur said with a wry smile, feeling that it was really impossible for him now.

Zefa had unknowingly treated Arthur as his disciple.

Because the infectiousness and temperament emanating from Arthur, coupled with the fact that Arthur seemed easy to get along with and had no sense of superiority or inferiority in his eyes, made him rare.

In today's navy, some nobles learned that Zefa had become the chief instructor of the navy.

She was willing to use her money and connections to send her child to serve him so that he could gain experience.

So far, there has never been a guy like Arthur who dares to make fun of something that he has suppressed in his heart the first time they meet?

This kid must be taught a lesson.

The two of them stood there quietly for a long time, and suddenly, they started to rush towards each other at the same time.

The fist hit the opponent again with violent force!

With a loud bang, Arthur was instantly hit in the face by Zefa's huge fist, feeling extremely embarrassed.

But his fist was not long enough to touch Zefa at all.

"You are such a forgetful fellow. You are still charging forward like this after getting beaten all day." Zefa cursed at him, "You are not fit to fight with fists. Pull out the sword that emits cold air from your waist."

Zephyr was shocked by Arthur's physique.

After being beaten for a whole day, I don’t understand why he could still stand up.

There should be some limits for living things, right? His body is no different from that of an ordinary person when he is beaten, right?

This made him feel that he had indeed found a treasure.

Watching Arthur fall to the ground again - Zefa stared at him and counted in his heart: "1, 2..."

Just as he counted to 2, he saw Arthur once again struggling to stand up from the ground, straightening his back, breathing heavily, and once again clenching his fists and assuming a fighting stance to confront him.

"I won't fall!" Arthur said this again a week after joining the navy.

He knew that if he fainted in battle, only death would await him.

"First lesson!" Zephyr suddenly shouted at him, "What would you do if you encountered an enemy you couldn't defeat, Arthur?"

"There is no one who is unbeatable." Arthur's nerves and body had been beaten up all day and were now in a state of excitement.

This gradually made him feel no pain.

"Since you said so, then you can try to defeat me." Zefa smiled again, intending to make Arthur completely convinced under the moonlight.

With that kind of head-on and reckless fighting style just now, he saw Arthur's death at a glance.

The legendary admiral was right before his eyes, so Arthur would certainly not miss the opportunity to compete with him.

"As you wish, instructor, let's give it a try!" Arthur panted heavily and pulled out the blade from his waist. He held the scabbard in his left hand, held the blade in his right hand and began to walk around, alert to Zefa.

He frowned and found that this time the blade did not have the power of ice.

Zephyr looked at Arthur who was just strolling calmly, with all his concentration and focus focused on him, and he had no intention of attacking at all.

This struck him as odd, as swordsmen were usually known to have a high level of murderous aura, but he could not sense anything from Arthur other than calmness.

After drawing the sword, he seemed like a different person.

"Huh~" Arthur's deep breath spread throughout the surrounding air, attracting the elites of the headquarters in the dormitory building of the training base.

"What's going on? That kid's aura changed a lot after he pulled out the blade."

In a nearby female dormitory building, a girl with her upper body exposed and wearing a peach-colored short-sleeved shirt was quietly watching the sparring below. Her roommates were very surprised.

"Like Kake... so tough." The female soldier in peach short-sleeved shirt suddenly said.

"Kake?" Her roommate looked puzzled and even looked at her with some disdain: "Gion, you think you are obsessed, right? Kake fainted in General Zephyr's hands in a few hours."

In this training base, not all elites are Zefa's disciples.

There are other instructors to provide education and training, but only a few are favored by Zefa, and the girl in peach-colored clothes is one of them.

"It seems so. This guy looks very weak... but he persisted for a whole day..." Gion was suddenly a little surprised. As a female swordsman, she had never seen such a strange fighting method.

In the boys' dormitory building not far away, an ordinary-looking man climbed up to the window with his bare hands and shouted at the girls' dormitory with a dignified look on his face:

"Hey! I've only been down for a few hours... um..."

Before he could finish his words, he was dragged back by his roommates and his mouth was blocked.

On the training ground, Arthur was not disturbed by their gossip and continued to move slowly and leisurely.

"What are you doing?" Zefa did not attack rashly, but was curious:

"Not attacking, but moving so slowly, is there any special trick?"

"Your strange strength is useless to me. The gap in strength is too big."

When he was a general, he often fought against various powerful swordsmen. He knew very well that when fighting with a swordsman, he must not be careless or distracted, otherwise he would be severely injured in an instant.