The infinite wings of the pirate

"Who else could it be?"

Fang Lang's words spread, and the contestants below looked at each other for a few times, then shook their heads and left with a sigh.

Even the South Sea swordsman Sakis, who had won five consecutive victories, was defeated in an instant, and they were no match for them.

As for the wheel battle... Fang Lang is no green bull at the moment. His sword will make the challenger covered with wounds and unable to fight anymore. Therefore, it is completely unfeasible to consume the opponent's physical strength through wheel battle.

Since there is no other way, everyone disperses. There is not only one lieutenant general position, so there is no need to fight. As the saying goes, you have to pick the weak persimmon. From now on, Fang Lang is obviously not a weak persimmon.

"It's done..." Seeing everyone leaving, Fang Lang shook his head helplessly, shook off the blood on the Qiushui sword blade, and then sat down cross-legged.

Not long after, a team of medical soldiers came onto the ring carrying a stretcher.

"Avery, please pay attention to the recruitment rules and do not kill your opponents." One of the sailors who looked like a squad leader said seriously.

Fang Lang closed his eyes to rest, then opened his eyes after hearing these words, with a sharp sword light flashing in his eyes.

Meeting this gaze, the squad leader subconsciously took three steps back, frightened. Just standing in front of the other party, he felt a huge pressure.

"An Xin, he can't die. He really died because you didn't stop the bleeding in time." Fang Lang said calmly.

"You...you'd better pay attention!" The squad leader opened his mouth, swallowed the warning words, and after finishing speaking, turned around and left with the medical soldier.

Fang Lang closed his eyes again, put his hands on his knees casually, and was in a state of breathing naturally.

In this state, he can enter Zen at any time, but every time he enters, he will be forced to exit within a few seconds.

Fang Lang didn't know what the reason was. It was probably because he didn't practice enough and needed more exercise.

Since there was no one to challenge him at this time, Fang Lang didn't want to waste any time and went directly to the ring to explore the way to advance.

Unknowingly, a weak wind blew around Fang Lang. After swirling around him a few times, the breeze flew away from south to north, like an endless mountain range.

In Arena No. 6, the sword that Fujitora had just cut suddenly paused. He looked at the place where Fang Lang was with his closed eyes, thinking, "I felt an aura that was about to explode..."

In Arena No. 2, when Pink Rabbit was struggling with the challenger, she was suddenly blown by a slight breeze. The wind was cool and gentle, but she was shocked to find that a blood line was torn open on her cheek, and her beautiful eyes suddenly turned to the adjacent one. On the arena, Fang Lang adjusted his breath and sat quietly, "It's him!"

In Arena No. 1, Green Bull laughed loudly and punched the challenger into the ground. At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly blew by. His smile stopped, and he glanced at the direction of the wind from the corner of his eyes, muttering to himself: "Awesome. , he is about to break through. This month of training is a process of accumulation for him. As long as he waits until the moment of explosion, a new great swordsman will appear in the world!"

In the lounge, many people felt something strange outside. Some people walked outside and looked up at the sky. The sky was originally blue, but at some point it was filled with black clouds, and there were signs of thunder and rain.

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The dark clouds hovered over the island for a whole day, and they gradually dispersed as dusk approached.

Fang Lang opened his eyes, which were bland and smooth. The sharp edge that should have appeared on the swordsman's body had completely disappeared at this moment.

Suddenly, the sounds from around him gradually reached his ears. Fang Lang glanced around and saw fierce battles going on in all the arenas, among which the arenas No. 1 to 6 were the most intense.

"I couldn't hear anything just now..." Fang Lang frowned slightly, feeling something strange about himself. He just felt as if he had slept for a while and then understood something, but he didn't understand anything at all.

Suddenly, a man shouted loudly on the radio.

"I am Vice Admiral Mole of the Navy Headquarters! It is now 5:59 minutes and 55 seconds in the afternoon, and there are 5 seconds left, 4 seconds, 3 seconds, 2 seconds, 1 second! I announce that the Level 4 recruitment is over! Congratulations 20 ring masters, you will be the new force of the Navy and the Navy's general-level officers! Tomorrow, at the Naval Headquarters Campus, Marshal Akainu will personally award you with military ranks!"

This was shouted with great momentum and a high-pitched voice.

The two sides who were fighting stopped one by one. Many people breathed a sigh of relief, and many people showed regret.

Fang Lang blinked and realized something. He slept for most of the day, and now the conscription was over.

"Why doesn't anyone challenge me?" While thinking, Fang Lang stood up, walked out of the ring, and headed towards the lounge.

If in the No. 1 arena, Green Bull came up and patted him on the shoulder with a smile and said: "Awesome!"

"Huh?" Fang Lang was startled and looked at Green Bull.

"Just relying on the pressure of the sword energy makes people dare not come up to the stage to challenge. If you shine in this recruitment, I'm afraid even Akainu will notice you." Green Bull said with recognition.

"Akainu..." Fang Lang was a little absent-minded, and his previous state made him in a trance.

Seeing his appearance, Green Bull didn't say anything, and the two of them walked back to the lounge side by side.

Behind him, Fujitora followed slowly, but his non-existent eyes were always locked on Fang Lang, "He has become stronger again, even his breath is completely restrained, and you can no longer detect how strong he is just by looking at him. In the fight for the position of general, it seems that I have to go all out."

When the three of them returned to the lounge, Dasqi came out to greet them with an excited face, "Congratulations! You succeeded! You really succeeded!"

Seeing her happy look, Fang Lang said: "As expected, I am a lieutenant general. Colonel Dasqi, do you still remember what I said? It still counts."

After saying that, Fang Lang walked into the lounge, packed the things he brought, and returned to the warship.

The bustling world military recruitment has basically ended at this point, and what remains is just some issues of troop replenishment and distribution.

The Navy Press Department published the news the next day.

Six new lieutenant generals, six names known to the world. ..