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Chapter 7 Check into the elite training camp!
"One knife flow, instant slash!"

Once again using "shave" to avoid the vine attack of the giant tree, Moen came to the branches of the giant tree and faced Binz head-on.

As Zefa's proud apprentice, Binz's arrogance and six-style practice are good. When he sensed Moen's attack, he turned around and raised his foot high, then fell heavily.

"Lan Foot · Chaos!"

The two white slashes collided with Moen's armed slash. The two stalemate in the air for a long time, and the aftermath of the battle shattered many branches.

Unfortunately, the branch Moen was standing on was shattered. He tapped the void with his toes, and shot a finger in the opposite direction.

In the dust from the explosion, a figure pierced through the fog and appeared directly in front of Morn.

It's a pity that what he faced was Morn's fully armed sex finger gun!

"laugh!"

Binz was careless, and Moen directly broke through the defense, and a small hole was pierced in the chest.

"Excellent." Binz jumped back onto the branch of the giant tree, touched his chest with his fingers, and stopped the bleeding from the wound with his muscles shaking.

"But, can you face this!"

Binz snapped his fingers, the ground shattered, and countless tree roots pierced out from the ground, and these roots were all armed with arrogance!
Moen used razors continuously to avoid, but there were too many tree roots, and he was completely surrounded in a short time.

"Cut!" Mo En pursed his lips, and the Liang Kuai knife in his hand cut across, "One knife, smooth!"

A circular slash!
Driven by absolute sharpness!

In an instant, the root field created by Binz was cleared away, and Moen stood still and gasped for breath.

Qiyuan was developed by Moen based on an unscientific move in a certain animation. It is characterized by sharpness, good at group attacks, and clearing obstacles.

"What a sharp cut!" Binz jumped down, holding a long green knife in his hand. He is also a small and powerful swordsman.

"A duel of swordsmanship?" Lieutenant General Mole thought secretly from the outside.

"Okay, let's stop here." Zefa yelled, stopping the ensuing battle.

"Yes, teacher!", "Yes, Chief Zefa!"

The two immediately put their swords back into their sheaths and stood straight in front of Zefa.

"Navy six-style shaving, moon steps, finger guns, armed domineering, swordsman-level swordsmanship." Zefa looked at Moen very satisfied, "You should have something to hide, yes, really good. "

"If the fight continues, Binz will win, but it will definitely be a miserable victory, which is unnecessary."

Zefa patted Moen on the shoulder, and the huge force made Moen almost unsteady.

"Alright, Binz, take him to building ten."

"tenth?"

Binz was surprised, that's where the elite training camp lived. You must know that among this group of recruits, no one has been able to enter the elite training camp.

Seeing that Moen had gone back to carry his big bag on his back, Binz shrugged and walked ahead to lead the way.

"Flying squirrel, you brought me a good seed." Zefa said in a deep voice.

The flying squirrel nodded, "Then, I'll go first and hope that he will become the backbone of the navy as soon as possible."

After speaking, the flying squirrel left gracefully.

"The backbone." Zefa's eyes were full of pain and hatred, and his left hand tightly held the machine on his right arm.

"What are you doing, just like you, how to fight pirates, how to uphold justice! Hurry up and train! Double the training!"

Turning his head, Zefa saw the navy who was lazily watching the excitement, and couldn't help shouting angrily.

Having experienced endless sorrow, he is no longer the kind and unkillable General Zefa!
Naval Academy Dormitory Building, Building [-].

Moen walked in this somewhat secluded corridor.

Room 101.

"Okay, you can live here." Binz pushed open the door, and Moen poked his head in. It was a dormitory for four people, but Moen was alone now.

"This is the exclusive dormitory building for the elite training camp, but the quality of this batch of recruits is obviously not good." Binz waved his hand. As a lieutenant commander, his task is to cooperate with Mr. Zefa to settle in the naval academy.

"Yes, Major Binz!"

Moen saluted, and then walked into his room.

"Oh, by the way, after you have arranged your luggage, go to training quickly. Although you have just arrived, it is impossible for Teacher Zefa to let go of training."

When Binz was about to leave, he turned around and asked, and Moen nodded to express his understanding.

"Snapped!"

Throwing the luggage directly on the bed, Mo En pulled a stool and sat down to relieve the fatigue of his feet.

Although Binz suffered a loss in the battle just now, Moen didn't seem to be injured at all, but only he knew how much damage to his legs was caused by such high-frequency use of shaving.

After moving his legs and feet, Moen took out his short shirt, put it on, picked up the knife and left the dormitory.

He wanted to see what kind of special training General Zefa could arrange for him.

"Practice another hundred times!"

Before arriving at the training ground, Moen heard Zefa's angry voice.

"Your name is Moen, right?" Moen walked into the training ground, and Zefa asked without looking back.

"Report, Ensign Moon!"

"Well, I'm very energetic." Zefa came over, his eyes moved, and then he punched him.

Moen felt his hair stand on end, and then "shaved" and left the place directly.

"Ha~ha~" Not far away, Mo En knelt on one knee, panting heavily.

He didn't expect that Zefa would do it directly, and he didn't expect that he almost exhausted his strength after only one shaving.

"This is, what's going on." Panting heavily, Moen asked Zefa.

"The combat intuition is beautiful!" Even Zefa had to praise him.

With that punch just now, Zefa completely caught Moen by surprise, and he secretly used the domineering power of knowledge to seal Moen's movements. It stands to reason that no matter whether Moen has awakened the color of knowledge, this punch should also Can't escape.

But Morn dodged it instinctively, because he exhausted the hidden physical strength in his body, so he was very embarrassed.

"Boy Moen, go and do physical training first. Do [-] push-ups, [-] round-trip rope climbing, and [-] laps of long-distance running."

Zefa waved his hand and continued to guide the navy soldiers.

Moen got up, exhaled lightly, turned around and went to the training ground.

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"Okay, let's stop here for today's training." Zefa looked at the sky, frowned, and then roared.

All the sailors breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that Mr. Zefa was a little too strict today.

Maybe it's because of the newcomer today.

Some sailors glanced at the training ground on one side, and a figure was standing upside down.

The one-finger handstand has lasted for three hours.

In other words, Morn ended the training three hours earlier than they did.

Zefa looked at Moen, and then at this group of students, the irritability in his eyes became more and more intense.

"Hurry up and wash up and eat, and continue training after dinner!"

"what!"

The soldiers were all amazed, it was already evening, and by the time they finished washing and eating, it was already midnight, and they had never trained in the middle of the night before.

"Boy Moen, it's time to eat." Zefa looked at Moen with gentle eyes, as if thinking of something, the clenched fist of his left hand loosened.

"Teacher Zefa, you go first, I haven't reached my limit yet." Moen's voice was very steady.

Zefa nodded, "Then remember to eat."

After speaking, Zefa really left.

Moen continued to stand on his head in the field, trying to squeeze the last strength in his body.

From the day he realized that he had crossed into the world of pirates, Moen knew the shortcut to becoming a strong man the fastest.

[Ding, no matter what kind of hidden injury you get in training, you can fully recover when your body improves in an all-round way. 】

Relying on his immortality, he desperately squeezed his body.

Transformation again and again, until now.

Another three hours have passed, and it has been six hours since Morn stood on his head. Because he didn't use weapons and finger guns, Moen felt that he could still hold on.

"fall back!"

A blue light wave shot over, the speed was not fast, but it was the blind corner of Moen's vision.

"who!"

Feeling the surge of air flow, Morn's eyes moved, and his toes quickly tapped the ground while his legs fell.

"shave!"

"Finger gun!"

The finger wrapped in armed color pointed on a rice bowl, and did not move forward.

A beautiful girl with long blue hair was holding a bowl of rice with a chuckle.

"You are, lieutenant colonel?" Moen saluted immediately when he saw the beauty's military rank.

"There is no need for so many etiquettes. My name is Ai En, and I am a disciple of Teacher Zefa." Ai En smiled and handed the food in his hand to Mo En.

"Teacher Zefa knew that you hadn't gone to eat as soon as he guessed. At this point, the cafeteria is closed."

Ai En watched Mo En devour the food he brought over, and was a little surprised that Teacher Zefa's judgment was correct.

[Ai En, you send a meal to the training ground for the second lieutenant who just arrived today, that brat should still be training.Haha, I want to break through the limit every time I train, it’s interesting. 】

Ai En still remembered that when Teacher Zefa said these words, the look in his eyes had not been seen for several years.

"Thank you, Lieutenant Colonel Ain."

Moen wolfed down the food, closed his eyes to digest for a while, and then threw all the residue into the trash can.

"It's nothing, Mr. Zefa asked me to tell you that he took that group of recruits to the seaside for training. He didn't know if you had eaten Devil Fruits, so he didn't take you with him, and asked you to tell him tomorrow."

"Devil fruit, it's worth eating, but it's useless now."

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