Pirate: I am the nephew of Akainu

Chapter 5 Hughes VS Zefa
Standing on the familiar training ground, Hughes looked at Zefa who was doing warm-up exercises, and suddenly felt a little swollen.

It was here at the beginning that the naval rookies who had achieved academic success collectively challenged the instructor Zefa.

On the premise of not using armed domineering and large-scale destructive moves, Zefa easily knocked the newcomers to the ground only by relying on the familiar six naval moves.

It took only 10 minutes, and Zefa was still half disabled at that time, but now he has to face Zefa who claims to have fully recovered his combat power.

Only when you face Zefa in person, you will understand that Black Arm Zefa is not just a title, but a symbol of an era.

Hughes clenched his fists tightly. He believed that the improvement brought about by his two years of fighting, and this fruit of high expectations, would not let him down.

Zefa yelled, "It's about to start!"

Hughes nodded, put aside those messy thoughts in his mind, and prepare for the attack.

"Hey"

Zefa gave a soft drink, which was regarded as a greeting to Hughes, and his hind legs exploded with force, rushing towards Hughes like a fired shell.

The ground subsided slightly, and a layer of dust was raised. Hughes also exerted his strength immediately to meet Zefa who was galloping.

The two met in the center of the training ground and both used their bodies as weapons to ram into each other.

With a dull sound, the two of them backed up and returned to the original point in a staggering way.

Zefa leaked a satisfied smile. This blow was to test whether Hughes was qualified to be his training partner. If he couldn't even handle the most basic physical collision, then there was no need for this competition.

Now it seems that Hughes is indeed qualified to be his own training partner, and the increase in physical fitness of the Phantom Beast is also well-deserved.

On the other side, Hughes looked at the footprints he had stepped on, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he finally did it.

The ground of the training ground of the Navy Headquarters has been specially modified, and it is difficult for students to damage it during regular training. It is like playing basketball and hoping to smash the backboard. Hughes and the others also want to leave their mark on this training ground.

It's an honor, something a Navy recruit is most proud of.

"Good job Hughes, I'm going to get serious." Zefa's voice brought Hughes back to reality.

This is also a training match in a familiar place. If it is a battlefield, Hughes will not desert halfway.

"Come on, Teacher Zefa." Hughes said happily: "I can already leave my mark here."

Zefa chuckled, he had led more than one class of students, so he naturally knew what bad ideas these brats had every day.

"Little devil."

Smiling and cursing, Zefa rushed to Hughes again.

This time Hughes didn't rush forward, but observed Zefa's movement, looking for a suitable opportunity to make a move.

Perfect, really perfect.

With the knowledge taught by Zefer and the experience he gained on the battlefield, it was difficult for Hughes to find Zefer's weakness, so he could only go up to him.

The fists and feet were staggered, and the two fought for several rounds, and Hughes gradually fell into decline.

Zefa's combat experience is not comparable to that of Hughes. In the case of not much difference in strength, these valuable combat experience can take an extremely important role.

What's more, with the blessing of the mechanical right arm, Zefa is stronger than Hughes. After trying to parry for a few rounds, Hughes can barely maintain the situation.

After a fight, Hughes' eyes lit up, and he saw an opportunity for victory.

It may be that Zefa has not used his right arm for too long, making the right arm slower than the left arm by half a beat, and this is the opportunity Hughes is looking for.

"Finger gun!"

Hughes yelled, sideways dodged Zefa's whip leg, and shot a finger gun.

Hughes straightened his index finger, and a mass of air flow wrapped around his fingertips, hitting Zefa's left chest at an extremely fast speed.

This is not an ordinary finger gun. It is a semi-finished product developed by Hughes on the Navy Type [-]. By changing the airflow, the attack speed of the finger gun is accelerated. Although the effect of qualitative change has not been achieved, the speed is much faster than the normal finger gun.

Limbs have length, and it takes time to retract and protect. Blocking attacks at close range is asymmetrical, and attacks on the left chest are often intercepted with the right hand, and the retraction speed of the left hand is not as fast as driving the right arm to intercept.

What's more, the speed of Zefa's right arm was half a beat slower.

For most humanoids, the left breast is the deadlier part, since the heart is beneath it.

Hughes didn't think about injuring Zefa seriously. This finger gun was not enough to cause too much damage to Zefa. He only hoped that this finger gun could disrupt Zefa's rhythm and create opportunities for subsequent attacks.

Just as Hughes expected, Zefa's right arm blocked it immediately, and the speed was indeed half a beat slower.

However, Hughes forgot one thing, Zefa's left arm is different from normal people, just like blind people's ears are sharper than normal people, he has been disabled for several years, and the speed of his left arm is faster than normal people many.

This was an unintentional mistake. Hughes and the others competed with Zefa before, but they couldn't test Zefa's true level at all, so they naturally didn't know this.

Zefa instantly contracted his left arm and grabbed the wrist that Hughes used to cast the finger gun. The airflow condensed by the finger gun tore Zefa's shirt to pieces, revealing a strong chest muscle.

But that's all, it didn't cause real damage, and his finger gun didn't have the power of the six-style two-stage evolution.

Zefa smiled and did not give Hughes a chance to leave: "Play tactics with me, you are too young."

Hughes' face tightened, and while Zefa was restricting his movements, the slow mechanical right arm drew a half-arc in the air and hit his head from above.

This is by no means a temporary idea. Zefa planned to attack with his right arm from the very beginning. He had already seen through Hughes, and perhaps even showed Hughes the weakness he exposed on purpose.

Cunning and cunning.

Hughes cursed in his heart, these old guys who have experienced many battles have black hearts, and they can even plot against a junior.

Seeing that the mechanical arm was getting closer and the blow was hit, Hughes had no ability to continue fighting.

At the critical moment, Hughes yelled softly, and two pairs of huge wings spread out from behind, and the white wings closed upwards, blocking Zefa's heavy hammer blow.

With a bang, the wings supported the mechanical arm, and the huge force caused the ground under Hughes' feet to collapse a little.

Hughes gritted his teeth and stared at Zefa: "Mr. Zefa, are you so dark about playing tactics?"

After all, Hughes clenched his fist with his left hand and threw it at Zefa's chest. Zefa, whose hands were restricted, could only let Hughes go and distanced himself back.

"There are only winners and losers in a battle, and the losers don't even have a chance to repent." Zefa who stood there said in a deep voice: "Hughes, if you can't even protect the people around you, then the principles you insist on are just shackles .”

Hughes shook his head and smiled at the bitterness and hatred. This is not like not killing the general out of compassion.

How pitiful and sad that a person can have such a huge change.

(End of this chapter)