Pirates' Magnetic General

Time flies by. It has been half a year since Geller joined the Navy, and elite selection has begun.

This assessment was completely public. Garp was still training in the north and could not come over. Other naval officers who had no missions came to the auditorium of the training ground, and the seats were packed. Looking at these emerging blood, look forward to their wonderful performance.

Marshal "Kong" stood on the podium. This was the first time for Kong to see these children. He was very pleased to see that these children had begun to take on the momentum of the navy.

"Today is your assessment day. You have practiced hard in the past six months, all for this day. Now is the time to test the results. Success belongs to those who never give up. I am looking forward to your performance."

"The top fifty will get places in the elite camp and get better resources. Stronger teachers will be more professional and more in line with your training plan. And for every soldier who graduates from the elite camp, I guarantee you that the lowest military rank is Soldiers, these all depend on your strength. The stronger you are, the higher your military rank will be. I will not restrict you."

"Those who do not enter the elite camp will be sent to the recruit camp, where they will undergo three years of death training. After graduation, they will be distributed to various naval branches."

"If you feel there is a difference between your strength and ranking, you can challenge any one of the top fifty. Elite camp, what I want is an absolute strong one."

"Navy, don't you need weak people? Listen clearly?"

The more than 100 sailors in the youth camp all gathered their strength and shouted to the senior officials present, declaring their determination.

"It's the Marshal."

Cyborg Kong returned to his seat in the auditorium. He, Sengoku, and Zefa were in charge of the ranking of strength. They were also sitting next to the marshal. There was also a weirdo wearing a mask, dressed in white, and wearing a large floral scarf. CP0 insider sent by Wulaoxing.

"Marshal, this time the Five Old Stars ordered me to come over to observe this ceremony. I didn't expect that in addition to Geller, whom they value, there are so many talents." With so many talents, it's time to share them among us.

"Our navy is responsible for the maintenance and security of this world. Each branch is always short of soldiers. The frontline of the New World is also fighting very hard. You see, Zefa became an instructor, and the only general left is the Sengoku guy. It’s really a headache.” If we want talents, our navy itself doesn’t have enough. It’s impossible to do anything with these elites recruited from all over the world.

"Haha, in my opinion, that little guy from Geller is worthy of half of the recruit camp, and those little guys are pretty good too." The CP0 guy pointed at Kake, Gion and the others.

"Crane, is that your sister Gion? A girl is practicing very well, hahaha." Sengoku intervened to smooth things over.

"Yes, she is very strong, you have to give her more points."

"Okay, let's focus on watching the performance of these new recruits. We have to sort out the list when we get back, so we can't relax, He."

Old Luo Xiu still looked unreliable, choosing the most suitable players based on their training during this period.

"The first group, Dalmecia, Bastiu."

Both of them came from the North Sea. After half a year of training, Bastiu's swordsmanship was far superior to that of his peers. Dalmecia also perfectly mastered the ability of the Dalmatian Fruit and developed many moves suitable for him.

"Bastiu, my dear friend, this is our hundredth battle. It has always been a tie. Let's decide the winner here today."

"It was just that I didn't take it seriously before."

Bastiu drew out his sword and chased Dalmesia to slash at high speed. Every time the two collided, they made a harsh sound of metal collision.

This scene surprised the recruits. They didn't expect that Dalmecia also learned the iron block.

"Geller, who do you think can win between the two of them?" Smoker asked calmly as he looked at his roommates fighting in the distance.

"Dalmecia, Bastiu can't break through his defense, and his fruit ability hasn't been used yet." Geller glanced at Smoker.

"But Dalmecia didn't have a chance to fight back. Bastiu swung his sword so fast, but Dalmecia kept standing and getting beaten."

"They have fought so many times, but the details are still unclear. Dalmecia is waiting for Bastiu's mistake, looking for a chance to kill him with one blow."

"The outcome of a battle is not just about the difference in speed and strength between the two sides. Wisdom and skill also play a huge role."

Dalmecia caught Bastiu's small mistake, entered the human-animal form, and hit Bastiu in the abdomen with a heavy blow, knocking him back.

Thirty minutes have passed since the battle started. Looking at the state of the two of them, Dalmecia was panting heavily and even deactivated her devil fruit ability. Bastiu is much better in comparison.

Although his face was still red and there were drops of sweat on his face, his aura was still so calm. As for blocking and dodging Dalmecia, it was exactly the same as before.

"The winner has been decided, Smoker. Bastiu has won." Geller also didn't expect that Bastiu would forcefully exhaust Dalmecia's energy. It seems that no one should be underestimated. ah.

The use of animal-type fruit abilities will also be accompanied by physical consumption, which is equivalent to natural-type elementalization. Bastiu found that his attacks could not break through his defense, so he began to dodge and defend, waiting for his energy to run out.

"Bastiu is not only excellent in swordsmanship, but his physical strength is far beyond ordinary people. He also has a calm mind and is neither impatient nor impatient." It seems that he summed up the sparring between the two every time and planned a plan. The method of restraining Dalmecia should not be underestimated.

Her physical strength could no longer maintain the fruit's ability, and Dalmecia became anxious as she could no longer be consumed.

No wonder she started to defend herself and dodge my attack when she saw me using my fruit ability. It turned out to be this plan. Dalmecia moved away from Bastiu's attack range and bet all her hopes on the next move.

"Bastiero, you bastard, no wonder you are different from usual, you have been avoiding me."

"I told you a long time ago that this is your weakness, Dalmecia."

Seeing that Dalmecia was exhausted, he didn't want to continue fighting anymore and planned to use one last move to determine the outcome.

Dalmecia entered the beast form, transforming into a large Dalmatian, with eyes shining with desire for victory.

"This is the strongest move I've learned through practice in the past two months. I call it Ya Tong Ya."

Dalmesia quickly rotated, forming a tornado-like shape and struck Bastiu.

"It's a combination of skills."

The smoke filled the air, and soon after, the figures of the two people emerged. Bastiu carried Dalmecia back to the team. Although he slashed with the back of a knife, Dalmecia was exhausted and passed out.

"Victor, Bastiu"