I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

"Oh, it's really interesting." Zefa shook his head, grinned, and raised his left hand, "Okay, the mission is cancelled. Everyone goes to get the bucket. The mission is temporarily changed to firefighting."

……

In the jungle, there were more and more wild beasts. The wounds on Sith's body had cracked open, and there were seven or eight blood marks on his back. He looked extremely embarrassed.

"Okay, that's great. Are you trying to get me to death? Since I'm not having a good time, no one can have a good time today."

With a cold snort, Sith's expression was unusually ferocious, and he was wrapped in black chains, dragging him to jump repeatedly in the shadows. If he hadn't recently acquired the missionary's superpower, I'm afraid he would have died here today, but no Relationship, as long as this person is willing to be cruel, everything will be over.

"Shadow Jump!"

The figure of Sith disappeared again, and this time he suddenly appeared at the edge of the jungle, with black and red flames jumping on his body.

The burst of power throughout his body caused his blood to surge, his heart accelerated to the limit in an instant, adrenaline was secreted crazily, and excessive congestion turned his pupils into blood red.

Sith's face began to distort, and the whole person seemed to be about to disappear into the shadows.

the next moment.

He knotted his right hand, and the momentum in his body almost reached its peak.

"Scorching Escape·Oversteam Killing Power!"

Everything happened in one or two seconds.

A huge black fireball emerged from the void and turned into a flying fire dragon in mid-air.

The galloping fire dragon jumped up, roared high in the sky, dived down, and ignited the entire jungle into a sea of ​​fire.

The fire took advantage of the wind, and the Sith's fire became more and more enchanting. Compared to the fire escape, his current fire was more like Uchiha's Amaterasu.

"It's not that easy to deal with me. If you can't give me an explanation today, no one will be finished."

"It's not over, what do you want?"

Sith's body trembled, and a deep male voice came to his ears.

"Who?"

He was extremely vigilant, and a red-black fireball shot away at the sound.

boom!

The fireball hit the tree, directly blowing the huge tree, which was as thick as a person, into two halves.

"The power is good, but the speed is too slow."

The voice rang in his ears again, and Sith's forehead was covered with cold sweat. An unprecedented panic and fear was growing in his heart.

The domineering aura that gradually became more and more practiced shrouded the surroundings, and he was unable to detect even half of the enemy's shadow.

Tricky, really tricky.

"Who are you?" Sith's voice was a little low, and he was trying to control his emotions.

"You entered my training camp and you don't know who I am? Then what are you doing here?" There was a hint of ridicule in the voice.

"General Zefa?"

The corners of Sith's mouth curled up slightly, and his body seemed to relax in an instant, but the knife in his hand tightened. He was not in the habit of leaving his life and death to others.

"General, I'm just an ordinary recruit who comes to class. I don't need such a big battle, right? I can walk the rest of the way by myself. I won't bother you to pick me up."

"Haha, general? I no longer use that title. Now you call me instructor."

Zefa laughed and finally showed his figure in front of the Sith for the first time.

He was an extremely tall man. Whether it was the aura on his body or the heroic spirit from the bottom of his heart, it made Sith feel like he was standing tall on a mountain. But before he could even utter a word of admiration, a man full of domineering force appeared all over his body. The black fist hit Sith's stomach.

This time, he saw it.

Sith began to quickly block with his sword, forming a clear sword curtain in front of him, with black and red flames flying, like a wild dragon protecting him firmly inside.

This kind of defense must be even for a general... Sith suddenly shrank his pupils, and Zefa's figure disappeared again. He only saw a black shadow passing by, and the knife in his hand was knocked to the ground. He felt a pain in his lower abdomen and a hard An iron fist hit him in the stomach.

vomit!

Spitting out a mouthful of acidic water, Zefa's strength was just right, and Sith half-knelt on the ground.

Struggling to raise his head, Zefa bit his cigar again without knowing when, with one hand across his chest.

"The strength is good, but it is still too young, especially the physical skills. Compared with Sakaski, it is far behind. But let me ask you seriously, are you really not Sakaski's illegitimate son?"

Sis frowned and just stared at Zefa without saying anything.

Others don't know whether he is Sakaski's illegitimate son, but Zefa doesn't know yet?

He saw that the navy was idle all day long. After Porusalino, Sakaski was finally killed in the wind. No, it was his Sith wind that was killed.

What’s the next gossip?

Surprisingly, the leader of the Revolutionary Army, Dorag, is actually the illegitimate son of Navy Marshal Buddha from the Warring States Period and Navy hero Monkey D. Garp. Is male surrogacy a loss of humanity or the annihilation of morality?

"Although I don't know what you are thinking, I know that you are definitely not thinking of anything good. But, you can even do things like set fire to mountains. Is there anything else that you dare not think of?"

Sis wiped his mouth with his sleeve, raised his head and glanced sideways at him, "Anyway, at least I can't do anything like letting wild beasts bite students."

"Oh, you kid." Zefa lifted Sith up with one hand, raised the corner of his mouth and glared at him, "Let's talk about the beast separately. How are you going to compensate for the money you spent burning the mountain?"

"Compensate, cough, General Zefa, you let a wild beast bite me, and you still want me to pay?" Sith shook his head and smiled, as if he heard something funny.

"Oh, don't you want it?" Zefa puffed out a puff of smoke and threw him back to the ground, "One code is the same, Judicial Island should have taught you this."

The Sith took a long breath and bared his teeth.

He couldn't beat Zefa, so he accepted the blame.

"Please send the bill to the Judiciary Island's office in Malinfando and ask Elando Riggins to help with some of it first. I will pay the rest slowly."

"Tsk tsk, okay, just kidding, but your Judiciary Island is really rich."

Zefa clicked his tongue, picked up Sith with one hand, and carried him on his shoulders. At this time, Whitebeard II was not yet a Shichibukai, and Zefa was not as extreme as he would later be. He was still a poor old man with great bitterness and hatred.

"Your name is Wilson Sith, right? Come here at four o'clock every morning from tomorrow, an hour earlier than everyone else. Your physical skills are really too weak. You still have to make up for the missed classes."

"Can I hit you after you make it up?"

"Hahaha, if you want to hit me, you have to hurry up. In terms of physical skills, you must at least be at your father's level."

"I told you, Sakaski is not my father."

"Okay, okay, Sakaski is not your father, okay?"

"Really, what I said is true, don't treat me like a child."

"Ha ha!"

Zefa had a loving look on his face, and Sith knew that he was finished now, and Feng Ping could never be saved.