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

In less than half an hour——

Cooper caught two fat and juicy fish from the sea of ​​Marinford and gave one to himself.

The other one was thrown onto the training base playground.

"Cooper...!" It called out above the training base, alerting Arthur who was fighting with Zephyr.

After hearing this, Arthur exerted force, forcing Zephyr's fist and the blade in his hand to collide, knocking the two men back.

He took advantage of the situation and used the Navy's Sixth Style: Shaving to step into the air, grabbed the fish and started to eat it raw.

"Eat raw? Hey, are you a savage?" Zefa smiled at him and said, "If you can't do it, there are endless delicacies in the training base cafeteria for you to eat."

"I haven't fallen yet, Teacher Zefa." Arthur ate the protein-rich part in a few bites and threw away the rest.

After his body's nutrition was replenished, he fought with Zefa again.

This competition test will bring him a huge improvement.

Unlike actual combat, Zefa had no intention of killing, he just kept testing and consuming.

He found that Zephyr was only pushing him to his limits, and Arthur took this opportunity to see where his own limits were.

This battle gradually became the focus of the elite recruits.

Those who graduate from here are at least at the level of a colonel, and everyone's face is filled with shock.

The morning of the fourth day -

"Ha~ha~"

In Marinford, above the square of Chief Instructor Zefa's training base, a hurried, heavy gasp was heard.

The sun gradually rose above the horizon, illuminating the sea and gradually covering the hundred-meter-high headquarters fortress building.

"Are you so stubborn that you want to fight me? What is your reason for fighting, Arthur?"

Ever since Zefa's wife and children were killed, Zefa, who has been in a state of decadence, has not experienced such a protracted battle for a long time.

In addition, he has been teaching students for more than half a year and has not maintained training like Karp, so he can accept the decline in physical strength.

Even though it was just Zephyr, he tried his best to squeeze out Arthur's potential.

But he never expected that the boy in front of him, whose underpants were soaked with sweat and blood, would urgently hold the blade and confront him.

The morning light illuminated half of Arthur's face. His eyes, which had almost lost their luster due to fatigue, made him look extremely cold.

Why fight?

Arthur adjusted his breathing and responded to Zefa's question in a hoarse voice:

"This battle will make me stronger, it's as simple as that. I knew you wouldn't kill me, so I decided to see where my true limits are."

Because of this sparring test, Arthur's scars on his back and front have completely split.

The body was covered with coagulated sweat and a small amount of blood.

"Half a year ago, Sakaski only lasted less than a day and a half, but you lasted a full four days...you made me exhausted too." Zefa took a deep breath, trying to recover as much strength as possible.

He looked at Arthur with the same gaze as he would a restless beast.

From the battles of these days, he squeezed out all the skills and moves from Arthur.

The six styles, observation Haki, and armament Haki have all been pushed to the limit.

He couldn't believe why Arthur was still standing. The amount of domineering power and physical strength should be almost a 1:1 ratio.

Arthur still held the scabbard at his waist with his left hand, and aimed the knife at Zefa with his right hand: "I have always taken this competition very seriously. As for why I have been able to persist until now, I don't know."

As he spoke, Arthur glanced at Cooper who was standing on top of a street lamp in the playground not far from him.

His subconscious mind has already regarded Cooper as a person to be protected.

Ten years of hunting for wild game made him feel that if he fell, he would have no chance of survival.

Arthur didn't know why he could persist so much, he just felt that it was the result of his hard work.

"With such physical potential and an indomitable will..." Zefa said, and suddenly stopped talking.

I can’t even imagine what kind of a strong man Arthur will be in the future.

The two collided again——

The elites in the nearby dormitory building stood up and looked at the fighting still going on below in the playground.

"Are you still going to teach the theory class that Mr. Zefa teaches personally?"

"They're still fighting... How many days will this take? Teacher Zefa, just finish him off with one punch."

During these four days, the recruits spent the first day watching the battle.

On the second, third, and fourth days, apart from learning sea combat knowledge and survival knowledge from other instructors, and some necessary training, we spent the rest of the time watching the two men fight.

noon--

"Isn't that amazing perseverance?" After finishing lunch, Gion sat outside the playground with a bottle of drink as usual, sitting on a chair and watching the fight between the two.

"Hey, Gion, you're here again." Kake shamelessly ran to the chair where she was and sat down: "They should be able to decide the winner today, right?"

Gion immediately stood up, gave him a look of disdain, and looked towards the playground: "Hey, Kaji, try to attack me."

"Huh?!" Kaji's expression froze. How could he bear to attack Gion? He asked, "Why?"

"I want to try and see how that guy's strange swordsmanship can deflect a fist that is several times stronger than his own power." Gion had never seen that kind of strange swordsmanship.

As a veteran female swordsman, she was naturally curious about the sword skills of the new boy.

"I can't bear to..." Kaji was unwilling to accept it. He was afraid of hurting Gion: "If the wind from my fist rubs against you, I will feel bad too."

Gion: "..."

As a naval elite who was about to go out to sea to fight pirates, Gion felt that Kake's words were an insult to her.

"I'm a soldier, you bastard, are you looking down on women?" Gion cursed at him. He didn't like men like Kake from the bottom of his heart.

But she didn't want to hurt Kaji's self-esteem with bad words.

"I understand, Gion-chan." Seeing that Gion was angry, Kake immediately complied with her instructions.

He stood up from the chair, flexed his fist joints and asked, "How much force do you need?"

"With all your strength." Gion pulled out the two-meter-long sword from his waist, and then held it in both hands.

“You also have to start…”

Seeing this, the surrounding elites moved away from the two.

"Okay." Kake flexed his arm muscles, his expression suddenly became serious, and he instantly stood in front of Gion and took a firm stance.

He punched the blade in her hand.

Gion looked at Kake's fist with surprise as it was about to touch his blade, and gritted his teeth, realizing in advance that he would not be able to deflect it.

So she blocked it with all her strength and confronted it.

“I can’t do that…!” Gion said in shock.

The two men were evenly matched in strength, and were soon pushed back by each other's impact.

"What's wrong? Have you found any inspiration?" Kaji retracted his aura and asked her.

Gion shook his head, beads of sweat dripping down his cheeks: "No, I can't increase my momentum and strength at that moment..."

After watching Zefa and Arthur's sparring for four days, she took in every sword move of Arthur.

They all found a common point.

Whether Arthur was deflecting the opponent's attack or swinging his sword to attack, an astonishing swinging force would suddenly burst out from his body.

Instantly reach the critical point of his own body to attack and defend the opponent.