Sword of the pirate king

"Snoring again?!"

"No, that rookie doesn't seem to be in the training ground..."

"That means……"

"earthquake!!"

The rumbling sound was accompanied by tremors, spreading throughout the entire underground training ground. After confirming that Noah was not there, everyone panicked. Those who were training dropped their equipment and ran away. The trainee looked at the others running past with a look of despair.

You can't stop, you can live a little longer if you run, and you will die immediately if you stop.

"What should I do? The exit is locked, and Teacher Zefa is not here, so no one has permission to open it!"

A group of elite camp students surrounded on the entrance stairs were anxiously pushing and shoving. Under the shadow of death, only a few remained calm.

Although the underground training ground is reinforced with steel everywhere, it is still unknown whether it will be strong enough under the power of nature. If it is really going to collapse, everyone will be buried alive.

"Boss Sabal, Instructor Zefa is not here, what do you think we should do?"

More than 30 pairs of eyes stared eagerly at the current No.1-Grove Sabal in the elite camp, hoping that he could think of a way.

bang~
The closer to the ground, the stronger the vibration. It has been nearly half an hour now, and it has not stopped, and there is even a tendency to intensify.

"Wait a minute, this location is already very close to the ground, even if it collapses, you have a great chance of surviving with your strength."

"If it's really an earthquake, Teacher Zefa will definitely come to save us, don't worry."

Sabal appeased the frightened crowd, but with little effect.

Ten minutes later, although the training ground was still strong, there was no news from Zefa for a long time, and the atmosphere became more and more restless.

"I can't help it, Breed, Solat... Evelyn, you all work together to carve out the outline of a passage through the gate."

Sabal frowned, feeling the chaotic and fearful atmosphere of the crowd, and didn't want to delay any longer. If the training ground is fine, these people probably will break out in internal strife, and it will not end well at that time.

The six top-ranked swordsmen walked to the front through the gap left spontaneously by everyone, facing the thick gate made of special alloy, with embarrassing expressions on their faces.

"Sabal, you are embarrassing us."

The fifth-ranked strongest swordsman of the Elite Battalion, "Fierce Sword" Breed knocked on the locked gate, felt the texture and thickness, and shook his head and sighed.

"No, just use a knife to draw a rough outline that can pass through people, as long as it goes deeper than half of the door, and the rest will be left to me and Yajie."

Sabal drew a square outline that an ordinary person could bend over to get through. Bried drew out his saber, and the five swordsmen behind him also held their sabers in their hands, ready for battle.

"I will try my best."

Bullid took a deep breath, the burden of more than 30 lives was on his shoulders, it was really not easy.

The black and red translucent armed color aggressively invaded the blade, and Breed's index finger clasped the special ring on the handle, his arm swayed slightly, and the long blade rotated. As the range of movement intensified, the speed continued to increase, gradually surrounded by blue smoke .

The rapidly spinning knife stopped in an instant, and the blade was as bright red and hot as if it had been calcined in a furnace.

Breed held the knife in his backhand, his legs were rooted to the ground, and he twisted his waist upwards. The sword energy burning with dark red flames exploded with amazing heat, melting a gully on the hard alloy gate.

There was almost no pause in the horizontal and downward chops, and there was an outline of a small door barely for people to pass through on the alloy gate.

"I tried my best."

Bullid retreated to the side with a pale complexion, and the remaining warmth of the saber caused the surrounding people to back away one after another, not daring to move forward.

"It's our turn." The other swordsmen looked at each other and nodded, and used their strongest moves one after another. Several sword qi in different shapes burst into the traces left by Breed before, expanding the results of the battle.

"Whoosh..."

After the five swordsmen exhausted their physical strength, they retreated to the second line panting, and some even asked for help.

The seemingly indestructible alloy gate is already full of sword marks, and three huge deep grooves are like hideous scars.

"Do your best, Yajie. Secrecy will cause serious trouble at this time."

Sabal squeezed his fist and said to Charles J. Yajie, the second in the Elite Battalion - Mao Mao fruit ability user.

"Needless to say, it is impossible for me to joke about my life."

Yajie rolled his eyes at him, "I won't die easily before I defeat you."

"Then you may live a long time, Ajie."

Sabal chuckled, his eyes full of confidence, "As long as I stay in the elite camp for one day, no one can take the number one ranking from me!"

Armed-colored domineering wrapped around Sabal's fists, and as he posed his fists, a sense of oppression that the volcano was about to erupt hit everyone's hearts.

"Six Types of Mysteries - Icebreaker Cannon!"

With a straight punch that is enough to break through the iceberg blocking the way, the wind of the fist forced other students to take a step back.

"I will not lose to you!"

"Maomao—Caesar's Great Ape!"

Yajie let out a low growl, and his figure swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye. The navy uniform on his upper body burst open, revealing thick black and golden hair, and his arms were even thicker and slender, almost hanging down to the ground.

"It has appeared, Yajie's strongest form!"

"I heard that this is the strongest race among apes, and the strength of an adult Caesar's giant ape is comparable to that of a lieutenant general!"

Without thinking about the whispers of others, Yajie raised his fist and almost hit the alloy gate with Sabal.

On the high platform on the ground, Zefa frowned, feeling something was wrong.

Could it be that I forgot something?
"To be able to compete with Lieutenant General Bastiyu in strength, and still gain the upper hand, is really a formidable young man."

Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel twirled his beard and sighed, "Fortunately, the location here is off, otherwise the Marshal of the Warring States Period would have been unable to bear this movement."

After all, he moved his feet, the tremors brought about by the hour-long power fight made the soles of his feet a little itchy.

"It's broken, forget about it!"

After hearing what the flying squirrel said, Zefa immediately remembered the scene a month ago, "It seems that getting old is just a bad memory."

"What's the matter, Teacher Zefa?"

The flying squirrel was taken aback, thinking he had said something wrong, and asked quickly.

"A month ago, Noah's nap and snoring was mistaken for an earthquake. Those students all ran to the passage. This time the vibration was stronger than before, and the situation is probably worse..."

Zefa groaned with a headache.

"I'm going to see them..."

"boom!"

The ground under the high platform broke open suddenly, and the gravel splashed. With the eyesight of Zefa, the ghost spider, and the flying squirrel, it was natural to see clearly that what broke out of the ground was a rectangular piece of metal.

"It seems that you don't need to go down."

The flying squirrel shrugged, pointing to a group of humans coming out of the ground.

"They are not important." Ghost Spider said suddenly, "Bastiyu and Noah are going to decide the winner."

"After this battle, Bastiou should be able to clearly understand his own shortcomings."

Zefa sighed, "I hope he doesn't get hit."

"General Tangtang lost to a third-year student in the elite camp who hadn't graduated in the field he was best at. I blush for him."

The ghost spider said disdainfully.

"Who told you that Noah is three years old?"