The ghost sword hero of the pirate

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The obscene voice ended, countless light points gathered, and a tall and thin man appeared in front of Tesla.

He was wearing a yellow and white striped suit, his face was cleanly shaved, he wore brown sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and his mouth shape was very funny.

But Tesla had no intention of ridiculing him. With this man's strength, even he had to take it seriously.

Otherwise, the wretched man in front of me is the elite Vice Admiral Porusalino of the Navy Headquarters.

"Thank you, Lieutenant General Porusalino."

Kuzan, who narrowly escaped death, expressed his heartfelt thanks.

Tesla's fist just now was full of killing intent, and Kuzan was already prepared to die. If Porusalino hadn't arrived in time, his naval career would have ended here.

Porusalino didn't care about Kuzan's thanks. He just turned his head and said, "Leave this place to me. You go inform Teacher Zefa and retreat quickly. This is Marshal Kong's order."

After hearing this, Kuzan did not hesitate and rushed straight to the east of the island, where an earth-shattering battle was going on.

Tesla did not stop Kuzan from leaving. He knew that there was Porusalino, a person with the Shining Fruit ability, and he couldn't stop it even if he wanted to.

"Ah~ Yeah, I didn't expect to face such a strong enemy when I first got here. It's really scary."

Porusalino spoke slowly. He said it was scary, but he didn't look scared at all.

After he finished speaking, he took out another cigarette and put it in the corner of his mouth, then released a beam of light from his finger, and the cigarette was lit instantly.click

There was a flash of lightning, and the cigarette that had just been lit was blown into a ball of ashes and scattered in the air.

Just kidding, scientists also have tempers. Tesla could no longer tolerate this wretched guy showing off in front of him.

"It seems there is nothing we can do for good, then...let me try to see which one is faster, light or electricity."

Yata Mirror

Porusalino clasped his hands together, and after several reflections between the rocks, a track formed by light finally pointed at Tesla's feet.

Then, like a fish swimming into water, Porusalino entered the light track.

Boom appeared with a foot, and a large circular crater was immediately kicked out of the beach, but Tesla had already left the spot.

The speed of the Yata Mirror is indeed very fast, but if Tesla had not been a fool, the light path of the Yata Mirror was so obvious, and if he had not predicted it in advance, he would have been dead.

Before Porusalino could take action, he transformed into lightning and hid on a rock dozens of meters away.

Seeing that his attack had no effect, Porusalino continued to attack, and hit Tesla with a laser beam with his finger.

Tesla did not show any weakness and used his little remaining energy to deal with Porusalino.

At this time, the sun had all set, and Malachi Island fell into darkness. The battle between the two could no longer be seen clearly, only the endless light was flickering.

......

On the other side, the battle between Ferro and Zefa is going on.

boom boom boom

The two punched each other to the flesh, and continued to exchange blows. Their armed domineering energy burst out like black lightning under the violent impact.

After another exchange of blows, the reaction force separated the two. Zefa was naked from the waist up, and his strong muscles seemed to be made of iron.

"Why, why don't you use your abilities or even show your sword skills? Are you looking down on me, an old guy?" Zefa asked loudly.

From the beginning of the battle until now, Ferro has not used his abilities at all, and Hun Shang has been carried behind him without being pulled out.

Zefa was not surprised at first, because Ferro wanted to test his own strength. From the beginning to now, Ferro still used physical skills to fight him, which made Zefa a little confused.

In his impression, pirates are capable of doing anything and can use any insidious and cunning means. This is the first time he has seen a fighting style like Ferro's.

Therefore, Zefa thought that Ferro was humiliating himself and treating him like a retired old man.

"Hahaha, it's rare to meet a physical master like you. How could I give up such a good opportunity?"

Ferro looked at Zefa with ardent eyes, his black hair rising with the sea breeze, but the blood congealed at the corner of his mouth, making him look a little embarrassed.

The black-armed Zefa really lived up to his reputation. After fighting Zefa, Ferro truly saw how terrifying this former navy admiral was.

Not to mention his physical strength that is far beyond ordinary people, Zefa's armed domineering attitude makes Ferro envious.

After seeing Zefa's armed color, Ferro realized the gap between himself. Originally, he thought that his armed color had reached the advanced stage, but after comparing with Zefa, Ferro immediately understood that he had not mastered the advanced level yet. Armed and domineering.

Because after the two got angry, Zefa took the opportunity to punch Ferro in the chest, and then Zefa's armed domineering energy penetrated Ferro's body without any pause.

If Ferro hadn't reacted quickly and twisted his body in time, his heart would have been shattered by Zefa's armed color.

Therefore, Ferro has been fighting Zefa hand-to-hand, and this is the only way to hone his armament. To put it bluntly, he is stealing from his master.

"Hey, arrogant boy, you want to practice with me, so be prepared for death."

Seeing that he was being used as a sparring partner by Ferro, Zefa became even more angry.

His thick arms were fully hardened, his feet slammed on the ground, and Zefa quickly approached Ferro like a discharged cannonball.

"Haha, it just so happens that I'm almost ready. Let's try this, Zefa."

Ferro's right arm, which had never taken off its armor, arched again and blasted away at the oncoming Zefa.

The strength accumulated in the muscles finally found an outlet and was vented wildly.

Fist of the King

......

On the hill to the north of the island, a large-scale battle has begun.

The navy, led by three lieutenant generals, chose to fight hand-to-hand after running out of ammunition.

Hundreds of naval soldiers lit oil lamps. Under the illumination of the oil lamps, the tragic situation on the battlefield was unbelievable.

In the center of each battle circle, there are corpses of the navy, with broken limbs and various weapons scattered on the ground.

A rough calculation shows that the number of dead naval soldiers has reached a terrifying number of more than 1000.

On the mountainside, Toral's huge body rushed forward, and several soldiers were thrown away with every swing of his claws.

Its black scales were stained with the blood of the navy, and it looked extremely ferocious.

"Leitner, you go deal with that monster."

Lieutenant General Gumir dodged the sword struck by Cyrus and shouted loudly.

"Three Thousand Watts of Fishman Karate"