Sword of the pirate king

"Who are those two people?"

"It's the new Lieutenant General Bastiyu! Who is he fighting with?"

"Yes, am I dazzled? How do you feel that person is that grunting monster?"

Sabal and Yajie jumped out of the underground passage, looked up and saw Bastiyu and Noah, who were inextricably killed, and a steady stream of people poured out behind them. They couldn't believe it when they saw this scene.

At this time, the battle has come to an end.

"Step forward and chop!"

In Yufeng Sword Art, this style is the fastest assault move. It gathers a huge wind whirl to propel itself and interfere with the opponent's movement when approaching. The condensed wind pressure will make the opponent's movement slow and difficult to breathe.

The most important thing is to be able to accumulate the power of wind for the next move of Yufeng swordsmanship, so as to make a more powerful blow.

Although there are still some flaws in the "Leiyin Stacking Waves Sword" created by the tiger and leopard Leiyin, which has been transformed into instinct, it does not prevent Noah from using it.

The thirteen strikes hit the same position of the Shark Saber continuously in an instant, and at the same time, the tremors produced by Noah's tiger and leopard thunder sound were transmitted to the inside, overlapping like waves, destroying the Shark Saber inside.

The most crucial point, all these thirteen strikes are "Steel Slashing Flash" blessed by the extremely condensed thunder flame!
"Crack!"

Even with the armed domineering energy wrapped around the shark-slaying knife, facing the slashing with multiple forces converging into one body, it is extremely fragile.

Noah only felt the resistance for a moment, and Mo Yun cut off the big knife as crisply as a hot knife cut butter, and the sword energy that remained undiminished cut off the left corner of the horn mask worn by Bastiou by the way. .

Bastiyou retreated again and again, leaving a few deep footprints. The moment the Shark Slicing Knife was cut off, he couldn't control the weird tremors that kept coming like waves, so he let go of the knife handle and let half of it The shark-chopping knife fell into the distance.

"Pfft...cough cough!"

Bastiyu couldn't stop his slump, and fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Although he let go of the handle of the knife, he was still affected by some Thunder Wave Swords, and his internal organs were impacted.

"You pinch me."

A first-year student from the elite battalion who was watching from a distance said to his companion indifferently, "Hiss, it hurts! Why do I feel like I'm still in a dream?"

"Is this newcomer a monster?"

Sabal smiled wryly, and just said that no one could take the title of No. [-] from him, but in the blink of an eye, he met someone with such strength.

"I think the second place in the elite battalion is not bad."

Charles J. Yajie, who had recovered his human form, scratched his head and comforted himself.

As the strongest swordsman in the elite battalion, Breed's eyes lit up, he yearned for Noah's sword skills, and wished he could come forward to learn it now.

"呲呲..."

Dozens of small wounds burst out of Noah's arms suddenly, bleeding profusely.

"Sure enough, did you get backlash when you rashly merged Leiyin Dielangjian and Zhangangshan?"

He swayed twice, but in the end he couldn't stand still and fell to the ground.The fingers were clenched tightly for a long time, but at this time they didn't listen to them, and they couldn't let go of the handle of the knife.

"Okay, the winner has been decided."

Zefa's figure flashed and stopped between the two of them.

"Bastiyu, you will pay for the repair fee here. I will say hello to Warring States in the next period of time, and you will receive my special training here!"

"Teacher Zefa, he obviously has no strength, cough cough!"

Bastiou coughed up a mouthful of blood, still unwilling to admit defeat.

"Throw away your pride, Bastiew!"

"That knife was left by Noah. He can cut off the horns on your mask, and naturally he can also cut off your skull!"

Zefa said coldly.

Bastiou wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and was silent for a long time before speaking in a difficult voice.

"you win."

I, Bastiou, will never say "lose"!

"You won" is an acknowledgment of Noah's strength, but it doesn't mean that he won't surpass Noah in the future. "I lost" is the real bowing of the head and the admission of one's weakness.

Similar semantics, for Bastiou, it is indeed a completely opposite attitude towards life.

Of course, in Noah's view, this is just a dead duck's mouth.

What wins or loses, does the winner care about the poor self-comfort of the loser?
"Go back tonight and have a good rest. I will leave time for you to digest and absorb the harvest of this battle. There will be another battle tomorrow."

After Zefa finished speaking to Noah, he turned around and waved to the elite camp students in the distance. More than 30 people surrounded him without hesitation.

"Today's incident was my negligence, and the responsibility lies with me. I will not hold you accountable for leaving the training position without authorization and destroying the gate of the training ground."

"Although you have only caught up with the end of today's duel, you have all seen the final result."

"You have seen how much Noah has trained in this month. You can achieve as much as you can endure. Go back and reflect on it. If you want to increase the amount of training, give me an application tomorrow. Book."

"Go back and continue training!"

The trainees went back to training, instead of being depressed, they were excited and trotted back full of motivation.

"Hey, Teacher Zefa, you're being a little unkind."

Noah leaned on the ink cloud and stood up with difficulty, looking at the students who left excitedly and said.

"If you want to reach my level, you can't just practice for a month."

Zefa, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, can fool people unexpectedly, telling the students that Noah's strength growth cannot be separated from the amount of training beyond ordinary people, so he defeated the newly promoted Lieutenant General Bastieu, but ignored that he did not join The elite battalion already had the strength of a major general before.

This created a goal for all the students that couldn't be faked, but was difficult to achieve—a rookie can defeat the lieutenant general after a month of extra training, so why can't I?
If Zefa is the chief instructor of the navy, the method is extraordinary, perfectly turning an emergency into a motivation to motivate the students to forge ahead.

"Hmph, I'm doing this for their own good."

One sentence is for their good, but I am the one who suffers!
Noah was speechless, thinking of his future life could not help but feel a sharp pain in his head.

The way to practice Sunny Flame is to send out the "salvation light" to each of the 35 elite camp students every night, and watch them cry out in comfort, as if they were taking a health care trip, so they don't get angry .

Fortunately, the harvest is not shallow. The frequent use of Sunny Flame has gradually deepened Noah's understanding of it. The new application has already taken shape, and the recovery speed and duration have also made certain breakthroughs.

Just like today's power showdown, if there was no blessing from the Sunny Flame to repair muscle damage and eliminate fatigue at all times, Noah would have been crushed and beaten by Bastiou long ago.

"Ding! The task of 'Advanced Fate' is completed, and the rewards are issued."

Noah smiled.