Pirate, my talent beats everything

Chapter 42 You Are Yourself
It is also very important to take the first opportunity to fight against a strong person like Zefa.

"shave."

Rist's figure came directly in front of Zefa, and the artistic conception of the fist mountain covered the armed domineering.

"Domineering, if that's the case, I can't hide my clumsiness anymore."

Seeing that Zefa also punched in an instant, the two fists covered with armed domineering collided together, and the resulting air wave directly raised a cloud of dust around, but after a short stalemate, Rist was knocked out.

Reluctantly, he stabilized his figure in mid-air and landed safely.

"So strong."

Rist was a little startled, but he already knew that this would be the result.

His domineering strength is about the same as Garp's now, but the amount is not much different, and his physique is also much worse than Zefa's, so it is normal to be knocked into the air.

"Is it copying Garp's domineering?"

At the moment of the fight, Zefa sensed it.

In this world, there are only a handful of people who are stronger than his domineering, and the domineering just now is stronger than the domineering he mastered. The domineering is stronger than him.

"Even the posture is exactly the same as Garp's fighting posture. If your physical fitness reaches Garp's level, the outcome of this battle is really unpredictable."

Although Zefa didn't want to admit it, his strength was indeed worse than Garp's.

The strength of the Golden Lion relies on swordsmanship and fluttering fruit, and the strength of the Warring States period relies on the fruit of the Great Buddha, not purely relying on domineering.

"Master, it is really difficult to defeat you, but I will not give up."

Afterwards, Rist pulled out the saber at his waist, which was just an ordinary navy saber, not a famous one, after all, he had never encountered a famous one.

"Very well, come on, Rist, try to beat me."

"Chopping."

Rist directly slashed out a sword qi, the sharpness and power of the sword qi were exactly the same as the one used by the golden lion.

"This sword energy?"

Seeing the oncoming sword aura, Zefa's face became serious, just like Garp and Roger are old enemies, Sengoku and Whitebeard are old enemies, he and Golden Lion are also old enemies, the number of times the two have fought is the most.

So for this sword energy, he can be said to be the most familiar except for the golden lion.

I saw that Zefa's right hand was covered with a powerful armed domineering aura, and with a direct punch, that sword aura was instantly shattered.

But in the next second, Rist had rushed towards Zefa at an extremely fast speed, because he knew that that move would not have much effect on Zefa at all.

When Rist's sword touched Zefa's fist, there was a sound like steel colliding.

"Golden Lion's swordsmanship, you really learned the essence of Shiji's swordsmanship.

But what about your own fighting style? "

"what?"

Hearing Zefa's question, Rist was stunned for a moment.

But it was just this stunned for a moment, giving Zefa a chance, and he punched hard again, although this time he didn't knock Rist into the air, and then he slid back more than ten meters.

"Liuxin sword, stab."

I saw that Rist had already taken the next position, and the speed was like a bolt of lightning, pointing directly at Zefa's vitals. In the battle between the two of them, Zefa could keep his hand, but he couldn't.

"Is that the move of Lieutenant Garp?"

This kind of fast attack is the last thing Zefa wants to deal with, because what he is good at is not speed, so in the face of this attack, Zefa can only protect his body and wrap his whole body in five-turn color domineering.

"Is it only the power of a swordsman? It's exactly what I thought."

Through the physical pain, Zefa knew that the power of Rist's use of this move was only at the level of a swordsman.

He didn't bring out the sword intent of the Golden Lion Great Swordsman at all.

Afterwards, an aura erupted from Zefa's body, forcing Rist to fly out again.

"Is this the only strength you have, Rist?

Don't you just know other people's moves? "

Zefa yelled, and then rushed towards Rist with an iron fist. Seeing this, Rist hurriedly put the sword in front of him, wrapped it around the armed domineering, and the powerful force immediately knocked Rister into the air. .

It directly knocked over several walls. Fortunately, the Naval Academy was built in a sparsely populated place, otherwise, they would really disturb the people if they were still there.

"I'll go, this attack is too harsh."

Even with the sword as defense, the powerful impact made Rist feel as if his body was falling apart.

"As I said, there is a problem with your fighting style."

"If you have any questions, let's talk about it after the battle, Master."

Rist was also beaten a little angry. He didn't expect that he, who had inherited the Golden Lion swordsmanship, would be pressed and beaten by Zefa.

"Lion, Chiakigu."

Although it's just a knife, it can't exert the full strength of this sword move, but its power is several times that of chopping waves.

"Rist, you don't have your own style of fighting at all. You just imitate and copy blindly. It is absolutely impossible to become the strongest."

Facing the oncoming sword qi, Zefa didn't even hide, and shattered a sword qi with one punch, but at the end, Zefa's hand was also bloody, and the great swordsman's slash Not so easy to follow.

"Rist, if you can't break through, you will never surpass them and become the strongest."

Zefa directly reached in front of Rist without even noticing his arrogance and arrogance. With such a short-distance burst, Zefa can also reach a very fast speed.

"Six Types of Mysteries, Six King Spears."

"Block, armed."

Zefa's movement speed this time was really too fast, even if Rist wanted to swing the knife, it was too late, the powerful attack directly hit Rist's body, even though Rist used double defense, he still spit out a mouthful of blood .

When flying backwards, it has been passively elementalized, turning into a golden light, directly away from Zefa, avoiding secondary damage caused by contact with the ground or walls.

"Master, I lost."

Rist, who had regained his figure, could see two obvious fist marks on his abdomen, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

"Rist, although you have a devil fruit, you also have a talent that cannot be ignored. You need to turn the abilities you get into your own, instead of blindly imitating others.

You are Rist, you are not a golden lion, you are not Garp, and you are not me, you are yourself, and you have to have your own fighting style and moves. "

Hearing what Zefa said, Rist suddenly realized something interesting in his mind. Recently, he always felt that he was missing something, and now the missing thing seems to have been found.

(End of this chapter)