I Don’t Want to Be a General, I Choose Buddhism

But the next moment, Gion, who also heard the content of the phone worm, reacted and quickly spoke.

"Ion, calm down first. Teacher Zefa's combat power is extremely strong. No matter how strong his opponent is, he will not be defeated directly. There will definitely be a distress message sent back to Malin Fando."

"We are now preparing the warship to set off, and while contacting the communications department to confirm the location of the distress message, we also have the nearest naval base send reinforcements to Teacher Zefa. Everything must be too late..."

However, before Gion finished speaking, Ion's figure suddenly flashed, rushing straight into the sky, and suddenly rushing in one direction.

"Idiot, if the opponent is someone who doesn't even have the ability to resist even Teacher Zefa, it won't help if you go alone..."

However, before Gion's words of persuasion were finished, Ion's figure had completely disappeared into the sky without a trace.

"Damn it!"

Gion cursed secretly, and while anxious, his figure quickly swept towards the Navy Building.

…

Time, a little bit forward.

The practice ship led by Zefa still maintained a certain speed at night and sailed towards the established sea area, and apart from Zefa, all the students on the practice ship were students from the naval academy.

Because the so-called internship program is not simply to let these students see blood and personally arrest the pirates.

What's more, it is to cultivate the students' ability to deal with various crises encountered while sailing on the great sea route, including but not limited to severe weather, hidden crises of ocean currents, pirate attacks, and sea king attacks.

Therefore, although Zefa personally followed the internship boat to ensure the safety of the students, unless the students encountered an irresistible crisis, Zefa would hardly take any action, but tried to train and train the students. ability.

As the night enveloped in the sea, most of the people on the training boat had already fallen asleep.

However, the student who shouldered the responsibility of a watchman gradually became a little drowsy, not even noticing that a raft on the sea was approaching the training ship at an abnormal speed.

Until...

"boom!"

There was a slight impact, and then a sound of a huge object falling on the deck.

"Why...what's the matter?"

The student at the observation post suddenly awakened and hurriedly stood up and looked in the direction of the deck, only to see a huge two-story black shadow standing on the deck.

"Eh heh heh..."

A series of idiot-like laughs echoed strangely across the deck.

Immediately, before the student at the observation post could see exactly what was going on, the huge black shadow suddenly jumped and appeared in front of the observation post more than ten meters high.

Under the faint moonlight, the students at the observation post saw the face that suddenly appeared in front of them, and their pupils shrank subconsciously.

A crescent-shaped white beard, ugly and hideous features, a nasal mucus hanging from the nose, a huge scar piercing through the left face from top to bottom, and two whips with random golden hair pierced randomly. .

However, it was not waiting for the student at the observation post to respond and sound the alarm.

In the next moment, a cold light occupies all the field of vision of the student at the lookout post. A long-handled knife cut him straight into two halves, and even split the main mast made of steel into two sections.

"boom!"

The huge sound of the mainmast falling off the deck also completely awakened most of the students and Zefa who had fallen asleep on the training ship.

"what happened?"

Zefa rushed out of the room quickly, his eyes swept around, and he immediately noticed that huge figure and...more than a dozen students who had fallen into a pool of blood and lost their breath.

In a moment, Zefa's pupils couldn't help but shrank, and he murmured in shock.

"'Whitebeard II' Edward Weibull!!"

"Eh heh..."

Slowly withdrawing the long-handled broadsword from a corpse, Weibull looked at the emergence of Zefa with an angry expression on his face.

"Found you, the **** who hurt me back then."

"You guy, dare to attack Lao Tzu's training ship!"

In the next moment, Zefa, who knew Weibull's strength like a monster, suddenly moved, covering his arms with a real domineering look, and brazenly greeted Weibull.

"clang!"

The long-handled broadsword in Weibull's hand and Zefa's dark fist crashed together, making a sound like a crow of gold and iron, and the collision air waves visible to the naked eye rushed in all directions.

And Zefa glared at Weibull and shouted.

"Lao Tzu arrested you back then, but I didn't expect that you were lucky enough to escape during the escort. You guys didn't change your mind well, so you dare to take the initiative to send it to the door. Do you want Lao Tzu to arrest you again?"

Facing the furious Zefa, Weibull with a dull expression spoke word by word. "Eh heh, I will tear you **** to pieces."

Immediately, Weibull’s legs were long and slender, but his body and arms were full of horrible muscles. The long-handled broadsword that touched Zefa’s fists suddenly exploded with extremely terrifying power. Pushing Zefa back directly from the front.

So strong!

Zefa's expression changed slightly, whose body couldn't help retreating, and he didn't expect Weibull's power to have grown to such an extent.

Purely in terms of strength, this guy who has always called himself "Whitebeard II" is no weaker than the young "Whitebeard" Edward Newgate.

The light from the corner of Zefa's eyes flashed over the students who seemed a little panicked around him, and those students who had fallen in a pool of blood, and the memories of once nightmarish resurfaced in his mind.

In the past, his wife and children died tragically in the hands of pirates, but Zefa, as the admiral of the admiral, failed to protect them. This time...

‘Don’t underestimate Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu is Zefa! ’

Zefa, with its straight green veins, stepped heavily on the steel deck, and forcibly stopped his retreating body.

"Navy Six-Shave!"

In the next instant, Zefa's figure flashed, and he appeared in front of Weibull in an instant, and his armed and domineering fist blasted towards Weibull's chest, which was slightly sluggish with strong wind.

"Navy Six Styles · Upright · Iron Fist Peak"

"boom!"

The exaggerated air wave caused by the contact between this fist and Weibull suddenly appeared behind Weibull, swept toward the sea, and even rolled up the sky.

"Is it done?"

Zefa, who slammed Weibull hard with a fist, just had such a thought in his heart, and then a laugh like an idiot came into Zefa's ears.

"Eh heh heh..."