One Piece: Tyrant Bear

The wrist exerted force, the air vibrated, and there was a piercing roar.

His fist was covered with jet-black domineering, shiny, and he punched forward.

Just one punch, no second punch, for him, there is no need for more punches.

One punch is enough to defeat you.

"Boom."

Ground, shattered.

The sky, the clouds parted.

The mountains became silent, and the wind continued to blow.

Wisps of dust flew up, about to form a storm, and dissipated in an instant. General Zefa stood among the ruins, lowered his head slightly, and looked ahead.

That look, speechless, not sad, not happy, not the joy of victory, all kinds of complex emotions mixed together, this is a desolate and lonely man.

The back is lonely and the mood is not high.

Victory, so what?

At this moment, Zefa no longer felt how great and brilliant he was.

Glory has become a thing of the past. Since his family members died, he has no one to share his joy with, so he doesn't have this kind of joy.

"The old man punches, no matter who it is, lie down for the old man."

This is his domineering.

As the former admiral, even if he is old and his strength has regressed a little, he is still him, the man who made pirates fearful.

"Won?"

"Teacher Zefa won? Did he really win?"

"Haha, I knew that Teacher Zefa would definitely win. As you can see, pirates are nothing but chickens and dogs in front of the teacher."

As soon as the navy opened his mouth, he was greeted with contemptuous looks from several navy officers. Didn't you just bad-mouth Mr. Zefa and say you were going to run away, and now you have changed your tone?

He didn't care about these details, he giggled as if nothing happened.

Teacher Zefa won, they saw it with their own eyes, and they couldn't doubt it.

Let go of the big stone in their hearts, they will no longer face the merciless killing of that terrifying man.

"Are we going over there?"

"That man doesn't seem to be dead yet."

"Wait, he's still alive."

The navy with good eyesight saw a shadow, poked his head out, observed carefully, and found that there was really a person standing up.

Approaching them, the footsteps were soft, and nothing strange could be heard.

Eyes wide open, staring at the front cautiously, they dare not exhale, fists, clenched, body, tense.

"Tap."

The sound of footsteps resounded in mid-air, like thunder and thunder, blasting everyone apart.

Xiong pushed aside the dust and walked out from the ruins, step by step, gently.

The mud stained his whole body, the yellow dust made his face look not very good, the clothes were broken, and the remaining blood explained many things.

He opened his mouth and let out a sulking breath, his teeth were red.

Choking up a few mouthfuls, Xiong looked down at his feet. The shoes were still bearable, but the clothes were rotten, which is a pity.

"Worthy of being a former admiral of the navy."

His strength was so strong that he was terrified, his fists, Chi Guoguo's fists, were powerless.

He is a strong player in pure gymnastics, and he can achieve his current achievements only by training one after another and exercising hard.

There is no increase, no shortcut, only the accumulation of time.

"Cough cough."

After the life return state was lifted, the injury could not recover immediately, so he coughed and suppressed the discomfort.

Pressing the palm of his hand on his chest, he activated his ability lightly, popping out the pain in his body.

This action caught Zefa's attention, his eyes were condensed and cold.

"Hmph, if you want to be treated, have you asked the old man if you have?"

Force, fly, punch.

With one punch, the ground shattered and piles of ruins piled up.

The arm-sized crack spread all the way to the bear's feet, and with a click, it spread outward, forming a huge spider web.

"Boom."

The collapse is just a momentary thing.