Sword of the pirate king

"This is a training ground developed and built by naval scientists. Only elite battalions and officers above the school level can use it. Ordinary soldiers will die when they come."

Zefa patted the training equipment next to him that was much taller than him, and said.

Isn't this a big hamster wheel! ?
Noah's heart was shaken, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

Indeed, just looking at this huge hollow wheel-shaped device, isn't it just an enlarged hamster wheel?

"I'm here to find someone from the second-year team to demonstrate."

Zefa's eyes swept across the second-year team, and fixed on a thin, shrunken, slightly wretched man.

"Fong Squirrel, it's you, come and show the new first-year team."

"Yes, yes, Instructor Zefa!"

The thin man code-named Flying Squirrel replied with his tongue out, and came out of the crowd with a bitter face.

The others had expressions of rejoicing for the rest of their life after the catastrophe.

When he got into the wheel, the entrance left was closed and sealed, and he could only be seen from the hole deliberately left on the side of the wheel.

"Let's start, use the fastest speed!"

Momonga finally looked at Zefa with pitiful eyes, and ran with short legs.

If he was fatter, he would really look like a hamster running a wheel.

Momonga gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, his face flushed, obviously using the maximum speed, his legs turned into phantoms.

"This is..." Noah's complexion changed, and he sensed that a wave of manic energy was being continuously generated and accumulated without being induced.

"I, I'm about to die..."

"Instructor Zefa, can, can you stop?"

Zefa looked at him blankly, refusing with his eyes.

thump!
Momonga left, and the whole person was attached to the flywheel under the action of centrifugal force, and turned into a phantom with the rapidly spinning wheel.

"Ahhhhh!!"

The manic energy that had been waiting for a long time erupted, and the flashing electric light filled the air, scaring the two sophomores into unconsciousness on the spot.

Finally, the flywheel stopped, and Zefa reached out and picked up a lump of black unknown substance, and threw it to the medical team who had been waiting for a long time.

"See, this is the crystallization of naval science—"

"Thunderbolt Hell·Great Power Generator!"

"The current generated when you run will be stored, and when you fall or your speed drops significantly, the current will explode! You have also seen the appearance of the flying squirrel, don't take chances!"

In fact, there is one thing that Zefa did not say, the extra current will be used to supply electricity for the headquarters, which will save a lot of electricity bills every year.

"Whether you are a devil fruit user or a swordsman, even if you are a sniper, physical strength is an extremely important factor, and this device is the strongest facility for exercising physical strength!"

"Now, all first-year students go up, start training, and listen to me when to stop!"

"Yes, Instructor Zefa!" ×16
"I remember all those who fainted just now, just wait for me in a while..."

Zefa's face was gloomy, and the horrifying tone made all the second-year team almost shaken, but the third-year team was indifferent because they were already numb.

"According to the items I assigned, start training each!"

When the rest of the people dispersed, Zefa started to wander around, stopping to watch for a while and giving pointers every time he came to a person.

For the remaining 20 people, each of them has a set of training programs tailored by Zefa to make up for their shortcomings and strengthen their strengths.

An hour later, Zefa slowly walked to the area where the "Thunderbolt Hell·Great Power Generator" was concentrated, and hid aside to observe the performance of the newcomers.

"Well, Noah's performance is very good. Although the speed is high, it has always been uniform, with little change, and the rhythm of breathing is not too fast. Among the rookies, only Sabal can barely keep up with his physical strength..."

Seeing the performance of the glue fruit ability user Charles J. Yajie, Zefa frowned secretly.

"It's still too dependent on the fruit's ability. The physical strength is actually only on the average line. Only by having sufficient physical strength at this stage can the fruit's ability be better utilized. Why doesn't he understand?"

These sixteen people, Zefa looked over one by one, and already had an idea in his mind.

"If you want to get off the big power generator safely, you must reach a certain speed and maintain it for 10 minutes. When the big power generator flashes green, it means you can slow down. Otherwise...the flying squirrel is your role model!"

Zefa appeared in front of a group of newcomers and told them how to leave the big power generator.

"Ahhh!!" ×2
There was another flash of lightning, thunder and deafening, one accidentally tripped, the other was startled by him, he took a step slower, and followed in his footsteps.

The smell of burnt meat filled the air.

Twenty or ten minutes later, sixteen people escaped from the "big generator" one after another.

Obviously they didn't approach their physical limit, but except for a few people with extremely strong psychological quality, all of them were sweating and drenched their shirts.

They were all frightened by the terrifying electric shock!
"This small battle is too much for you?"

Zefa taunted ruthlessly from the side, "According to your performance, I will adjust each 'big generator' to suit the physical limit of each of you. Therefore, the uniform speed, maintenance time, and maximum speed of each Everyone will be different, and there are still surprises waiting for you, look forward to it!"

"Yes~~Instructor~~"

The first-year students cried and said softly.

"Now, follow me to the next training equipment. Your task today is very simple, that is to familiarize yourself with how to use each training facility..."

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"Teacher, it's time for you to rest."

Talking about letting Zefa go to rest, but still holding a pot of freshly brewed hot tea in her hand, the tall beauty with smooth sea-blue wavy long hair walked to Zefa who was fighting at night with the lights on. He brought a cup of fragrant tea.

"Ai En, go back and rest first, I'm really sorry to bother you so late."

Zefa took off his glasses and turned to his student——Ain said.

"It's okay, Teacher Zefa, I'm not tired yet. But you, who are still working so late, don't care about your body too much!"

Even though she knew that the old man in front of her, no matter how tired she looked, could beat her with one hand, she still couldn't help persuading her.

"It's okay, compared to when we hunted down pirates, these are trivial things."

Zefa smiled, took the hot tea, took a sip, and relaxed, leaning on the back of the chair, taking it as a temporary rest.

"Try it too. This is a specialty of the Kingdom of Flowers. You may not even be able to drink top-quality scented tea in the Warring States Period."

Ain was not polite to Zefa, he poured a cup and chatted with Zefa.

"Teacher, where did you get it? The taste is really... unparalleled!"

After taking a sip, Ai En fell completely, holding the teacup in both hands, taking small sips little by little, his eyes narrowed into crescents, and he sat on the chair and swayed back and forth, as if he was "drunk" after drinking tea.

"This guy gave me good tea, but also gave me a problem."

Zefa put down his teacup, and took out a piece of information from a stack of materials and handed it to Ain.

"Isaac D. Noah?"

Ain read the name on it.