Zefa of the Pirate

Chapter 59, Gallo and the Curtain
Mosa wanted to continue venting his shock.

However, facing the famous murloc karate, Mosa still tried his best to deal with it with a gloomy face.

"Sand bound coffin!"

"Tangcao Wazheng fist!"

Looking at the sand-bound coffin that was directly smashed into yellow sand by a shock wave that was almost visible to the naked eye and spread in all directions, Mo Sa's face became very gloomy, and he rubbed his teeth.

"Such a strong range attack? This is a bit of a foul."

However, the next moment, Mosa sensed something, his face changed wildly, and he opened the defense without thinking.

"Shield of the Crane!"

boom!
The shield of guarding the crane vibrated violently, and a deep fist mark appeared on it. At this time, a voice came to Mosa's ear leisurely, "Three thousand Wazheng fists!"

"Fortunately, I can still stop it, although it is very difficult."

The next moment, the collision came again.

"A series of sand binding coffins!"

"Tangcao Wazheng fist!"

Xun Ke, who was ready to rescue at any time off the field, rolled his eyes in a hurry, and said helplessly:
"Do you really think that we are unprepared for you to face a fatal situation? If this guy is in the sea, the average lieutenant general who is not good at naval warfare may not be able to beat him, but on land, there are only [-] to [-] million people. standard, plus being locked up for a while.”

Saying that, Xunke's tone was a bit mocking, "Whether it's the scorching hell or the hungry hell, it's a very difficult environment for a murloc."

"That also makes me a little bit mentally prepared, okay!?" Mosa panted heavily, retorting and questioning in general exasperation.

As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly elementalized and dodged a fist covered in armed colors.

"Idiot, I caught you!!" Mosa laughed triumphantly.

"Sand bound coffin!"

"Asura Dao, the rain of death!"

The inconspicuous sand under the murloc's feet shrank instantly, imprisoning the murloc's footsteps for a moment. Although it was only in the next moment, the murloc who felt bad had already broken free, but at the same time, the densely packed sharp sand cones were already coming. They kept hitting the murlocs.

Overwhelming, inevitable!
"Tangcao Wazheng fist!"

"Tangcao Wazheng fist!"

"Three thousand Wazheng fists!"

"Murloc Karate · Mystery · Martial Order Impact!"

Seeing the murloc struggling desperately but still being attacked by the sand, Mosa breathed a sigh of relief.

The opponent's armed color has been exhausted, and the murloc should not be able to rush out. The next step is to fight for stamina to see who will fall first.

After 1 minute, Mosa frowned
Three minutes later, Mosa's face turned pale.

After 5 minutes, Mosa couldn't maintain his elementalization anymore, and he showed his figure.

Six minutes later, Mosa's eyes were straightened, and his continuous attacks had become sparse.

Seven minutes later, the murlocs crashed to the ground.

"I won." Mosa's eyes turned black, and he fell backwards.

With a flash of his figure, Xunke hugged Mosa, not letting the back of his head come into close contact with the ground of Hunger Hell.

"Performed well."

As for the murloc?
There was a sand cone that was so rough that it was out of shape inserted in his eye, and the tip of the cone went straight into the brain.

The other people's assessments that followed were also brilliant, each showing their abilities—unfortunately, Mo Sa fell asleep and didn't see it.

Thanks to the promotion city, there is not so much space for them to assess 300 people at the same time, so Mosa was lucky to catch the last train to watch the game.

After Mosa woke up, he also rushed to the mole that had finished fighting.

"I won, didn't I?" Xunke was still presiding over the assessment, and Mosa chose to ask Mole about his assessment results.

"Hmm." Originally, according to Mole's personality, he would tease Mosa, but at the moment Mole is not interested in talking to Mosa at all.

"That's good."

"Pfft."

After learning the result, Mo Sa felt a lot more complete, and couldn't help laughing after thinking about it.

At this time, Mosa was in the mood to pay attention to the following battle.

The two sides in the battle were Gallo, who was almost at the end of the 300 people in the training camp, and a tall man. From Mosa's point of view, this guy was estimated to be six meters tall, and he was about as tall as the red-haired mammoth who died under Mosa's first kill. Selawi is gone.

If there is the first in the world, there will be the second, and then there will be the last one, and Gallo is almost the tail of the crane in the training camp.

Gallo was born in a branch of the Navy near the G-8 base of the Great Channel.

He practiced with his father's generation since he was a child, and his talent is very good, so he was already a branch officer at a young age, and his strength also ensured his status. He deserved the name of genius.

So when the training camp selected students, Gallo entered the training camp with a level of about 300 out of 230 students.

But it is a pity that the training camp is a place where geniuses gather together. After a year of study and practice, almost everyone is improving by leaps and bounds, and the further down the ranking, the more obvious this span is. Nuodu gained a lot
But Gallo couldn't keep up with the team here, he fell behind, he couldn't adapt.

One year later, his improvement in strength is naturally quite manageable compared to the previous growth rate, but compared with other students, it is far inferior. Gradually, he has changed from the middle and lower reaches of the training camp to the bottom of the training camp. exist.

According to Mosa's observations, the opponent he was fighting was estimated to be at the same level as Serawi back then. That is to say, this was only Gallo's seventh to ninth trials, and the opponent should still be a criminal from the Hunger Hell.

But he already had to go all out.

puff!
Suddenly, a stream of blood spurted high!
"what!?"

"My God!"

Mo Sa and the others subconsciously exclaimed, ready to go to rescue at random.

"Gallo!!"

Faster than them was Xunke. When they exclaimed, Xunke had already reached Gallo's side, and by the way he punched his opponent away.

When Mo Sa and the others swarmed over, they only saw a man with a hideous face, whose neck was almost completely cut off, his eyes gradually dimmed, and he lay motionless on the ground—maybe this description was not accurate enough, at least it was still there. Sometimes twitching, if that counts as movement.

And this person is their partner, classmate, comrade-in-arms, robe Ze Gallo.

silence.

There was dead silence all around.

Some frowned, some gritted their teeth, some remained expressionless, some closed their eyes, and some stared blankly at the gradually pale face.
Sakalski broke the silence, pinching the brim of his hat so that his eyes could not be seen clearly.

"One day, we will also face such an ending—there is no pure land in this world, not Marlin Vandor, not Advance City, not Enies Hall, and neither is the training camp!"

"."

"Let's go, we still have our trials. This kind of injury can't be cured even in Marlin Fandor." Zhan En barely raised the corners of his mouth and said with a smile.

"." The students gradually dispersed.

It seems that everyone has returned to normal, but today's scene made the atmosphere of the training camp much calmer in the future-the students woke up from the beauty created by the peaceful days of the training camp.

The world is still that world, sad and cruel.

(End of this chapter)