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Under the endless anger, remorse and annoyance, Zefa exerted all his strength, without even the slightest thought of defense, and his mind was full of the idea of ​​dragging Weibull to hell with him...

However, Zefa, who is now 65 years old, does not know how much he has declined in terms of physical fitness and strength compared to his youth.

In addition, since Zefa was 42 years old because his family was killed by pirates in revenge, he retreated to the second line disheartened, concentrating on cultivating navy seedlings...

After more than twenty years of neglecting training, Zefa's combat skills, domineering, combat awareness, etc. have completely degraded to an unknown extent, and have completely lost the glory of the past.

At this moment, no matter how hard Zefa gritted his teeth and tried his best, that old and dull body was completely powerless...

But no matter how you say it, Zefa was a man with a reputation as an "iron fist" back then. It was General Zefa who used his fists to compete with legendary pirates such as Roger, Golden Lion and Whitebeard. In case...

Weibull's expression was no longer as relaxed as before, and gradually showed a trace of pain.

"Bastard, you hurt me!"

Weibull felt the pair of pitch-black fists falling on him like raindrops, maybe one or two punches could not cause any damage through his defense...

But dozens of fists hit the same place, and even Weibull's monster-like body couldn't help but feel pain under the superposition of multiple heavy injuries.

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, Zefa's offensive stopped, and Weibull held his domineering right fist covered with thick armed colors firmly...

"What a terrifying power!"

Zefa felt something was wrong instantly, the muscles all over his body suddenly swelled more than a circle, the veins on his forehead and arms were fully exposed, and he wanted to withdraw his arm with a "drink".

However, nothing happened!

Weibull's sausage-like lips parted slightly, revealing his uneven teeth. With a wave of the long-handled machete held in his right hand, the tip of the knife was suddenly covered with a layer of armed arrogance, and was held towards Zefa. The living right arm was cut off...

"If you dare to hurt me, I will cut off your hand and kill all your crew."

The long-handled broadsword didn't cut very fast, but the strength and armament domineering attached to it were terrifying, and Zefa's pupils expanded unconsciously...

With many years of combat experience, Zefa instantly came to the conclusion that his arm would definitely be broken!

However, Zefa, who no longer cared about life and death, didn't care about his arm. What he cared about was that once he took the blow head-on, it would be even more difficult for him without an arm to stop Weibull's raging...

"Damn it!!"

It's a pity that no matter how struggling Zefa is, for a pure physical skill expert, when strength, stamina, domineering, etc. are all at a disadvantage, the gap between the two is superimposed by magnitude...

Now, Zefa, whose body is aging and degraded, facing Weibull, whose strength is terrifying, even comparable to the white beard in his youth, really has no ability to resist, and can only watch helplessly. The armed and domineering broadsword was getting closer and closer to his arm.

At this point, Zefa knew that it was hopeless for him to withdraw his arm, instead he stopped wasting his energy and struggled uselessly, and instead gathered a large amount of armed domineering energy on his left arm, blasting towards Weibull's chest at the same time.

"Even if I die, I still have to leave injuries on this bastard, and at least leave some hope for the students to escape!"

Zefa's resolute eyes full of despair and pain did not hesitate at all, and he didn't even take a look at the long-handled sword that was about to be cut on his body. He stared firmly at Weibull's chest, and his left hand shot past.

"clang!"

"boom!"

Two voices sounded almost simultaneously on the training ship. First, Weibull withstood Zefa's blow that seemed to return him to his peak. His whole body flew out and hit the cabin, raising a cloud of white dust...

However, the sharp pain that Zefa expected did not come, and his right arm was still connected to his shoulder intact.

"what happened?"

Zefa subconsciously said in disbelief.

Judging from his combat experience just now, there is basically no possibility of keeping his right arm. It should be his right arm that was cut off first, and then his fist hit Weibull's chest...

As for good luck, Weibull cut it crookedly, and Zefa did not believe this possibility at all.

"Chief Instructor Zefa~"

Suddenly, a weak and familiar voice sounded from behind Zefa.

Zefa turned around cautiously and found that the flying squirrel and a stranger appeared behind him...

However, it was rather strange that the usually calm and serious flying squirrel had an unusually pale expression at this moment.

"you……"

Before Zefa asked why the flying squirrel appeared here, Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel vomited on the spot with a "wow", which made Chen Mo and Zefa feel a little overwhelmed.

However, Zefa was stunned for a moment, but he didn't have any doubts at all, and said directly to Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel, who was still vomiting wildly.

"Flying squirrel, you came just in time, take your juniors and escape immediately!"

"Ze..." Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel tried to say something, but in the next instant he bent down and vomited again, only pointing weakly at Chen Mo with his fingers.

On the other hand, Chen Mo walked a few steps away from Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel with a bit of disgust, and commented in his heart: motion sickness, really weak!

"Boom!"

There was a roar from the collapsed cabin, and Weibull's figure slowly walked out of the large amount of smoke.

"Asshole, you hit me so hard... I'm going to kill you!"

As Weibull walked out of the cabin, it was obvious that there was a bit of anger in his dull expression, and a red fist mark appeared on his chest...

Zefa's face became gloomy again for a few minutes. The punch that broke out just now was very close to the attack of his youth. Unexpectedly, it still failed to cause serious injuries to this monster.

"Damn it, flying squirrel, take your junior brother and escape from this training ship immediately, I'll stop him!"

And Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel, who vomited for a long time and completely emptied himself, finally slowed down, his legs were weak, but he did not forget to shout loudly at Zefa.

"Chief Instructor Zefa, the Lord Devil May Cry beside me is a very powerful support."

"powerful?!"

However, before Zefa deliberately probed the stranger's situation with his knowledge and arrogance, Weibull, who was wielding a long-handled sword like a giant beast, kicked his feet on the spot, and rushed towards Zefa quickly... …

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