Pirate General Smoke

"Is Rob Lucci, the strongest player in CP9 in the next 800 years, finally going to appear on the world stage?" Smoker looked at the front page of the World Economic News and sighed in the heart of the young man standing at the peak of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood. road.

"But...whose business is this World Economic News? It can even publish such news about the world government's spy agency, and even dare to post photos. It's really a bit unfathomable."

Smoker was lying on the ground in a training hall, looking at the ceiling above his head and thinking about the news he saw in the morning, while Little Ratha was lying next to him obediently, looking around silently.

The little guy didn't use his abilities at this time, so Smoker wouldn't notice him. After a while, he stood up and did a few relaxation movements. He was ready to continue practicing.

There have been no tasks recently, so he often comes here to practice physical skills alone recently. After all, the opponents he needs to face in the future are stronger than the last, and monsters are emerging in endlessly. If you want to live a free and dignified life in this world, you must have Enough power.

"Ratha, get me a towel."

Looking down at the sweat all over his body, Smoker smiled at the little guy looking up at him.

"Rada~"

Little Ratta screamed in joy and stretched out its two little paws forward. Soon a towel appeared in front of it, and then Smoker squatted down and grabbed it in his hand, wiping off the sweat on his body.

"Hey, I don't know when Tina will come back. What happened to Beihai? She stayed there for so long." Smoger had inquired about the whereabouts of Lieutenant General Xiahe before and found that the group of women's soldiers were still wandering around Beihai.

"I don't remember what happened in Beihai at this time..."

At this moment, the door of the training hall was opened. When Smoker turned his head to look, he found that it was Teacher Zefa whom he had not seen for a long time. This made him a little surprised, but he immediately became excited.

"Teacher Zefa, why are you here?"

"Hahaha, Mr. Yan, you have grown a lot. Not bad, not bad." Zefa, who had purple hair, sunglasses, and a general's cloak of justice, stepped into the training hall and walked up to Smoker to take a look. After a while, his disciple said happily.

"Hehe, I'm a little taller..." He scratched his head and said with a smile. Facing Zefa, Smoker would always show a childish look subconsciously, but to be honest, he is indeed not short in height. , although he is not as tall as the three generals, he is still about ten centimeters taller than him in the original comics.

This may be the most intuitive proof that he works harder than Smoker in the original. Maybe a height of ten centimeters is not a big deal when compared to two to three meters.

But if we look at the gap between 1.6 meters and 1.7 meters, we can see that the difference is still obvious.

"Come and let me see how much stronger you have become."

At this time Zefa suddenly threw aside the cloak of justice, and then instantly appeared at the other end of the training hall and said to Smog.

"Yes"

Smoker did not refuse. In fact, this kind of sparring was very frequent before, but it has never happened since he entered the command of General Aokiji. Of course, the result after every sparring session was that he was beaten very badly. awful.

But there is a saying that if you want to beat someone, you must first learn to be beaten.

huh~

As soon as he finished speaking, a sound like tearing the air was stabbed towards Zefa. According to the old rules, Smoker attacked first.

砰

Facing this unbearable noise, Zefa didn't even blink or make any move. He let his disciple hit him with a heavy fist on his chest. It was only then that Smoker's figure slowly appeared in front of him. before.

And dozens of people behind him, where Smoker was standing just now, there was also Smoker's figure, but it looked extremely dull. Until Smoker distanced himself from Zefa again, the afterimage appeared. Then gradually disappeared.

"The speed is much faster, but the strength has not improved much." Zefa felt the strength in his chest, frowned and looked at Smoker and said: "It seems that you have been busy developing fruits recently."

Hearing this, Smoker smiled awkwardly,

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He knew that his teacher wanted him to focus more on physical training, but this was really difficult for him.

No matter who has the power of a natural fruit, he should subconsciously focus on developing the fruit's abilities. However, it is really unconvincing to say that he pays too little attention to physical skills.

"Teacher Zefa, I'm not serious yet."

"Haha, okay, you can try your best. If your growth satisfies me, I promise you one thing." Teacher Zefa said with a grin. He just likes this kind of disobedience in Smoker. character.

Smoker didn't say anything. He sprayed his legs quickly, disappeared again with a whoosh, and continued to rush forward blankly.

Because he knew very well that in front of a strong man of Zefa's level, many of his little tricks were meaningless at all, and even a large-scale bombardment like "Smoke Dragon's Roar" did not dare to be used.

Because Zefa will be armed with Haki, and it is very, very, very strong Haki, and his current fruit ability has not yet awakened. The smoke released is all the original elements. Once it is blasted to pieces, it goes without saying that it will definitely be seriously injured.

"Iron block. Ten consecutive nail punches"

When Smoker rushed in front of Zefa again, he concentrated most of his strength on his right arm, and then punched him in the chest according to the punching posture taught by him in recent years. This punch also integrated The power of "smoke spray", "iron block" and "nail punch", this... is his strongest punch

Boom~

The sound of this punch exploding in Zefa's chest was like the bombardment of a cannonball. It directly pushed away the air around the two people instantly, forming a circle of air waves visible to the naked eye. It swept across the entire training hall like a mountain and swept away many exercise equipment. They all crashed into the field.

"Lada"

Even the Rattata, who was watching the battle from a distance, was pushed out several meters.

The next second, Smoker's expression changed drastically. Before he could react, he felt a heart-wrenching pain in his abdomen. With a bang, he flew back faster than when he came. The speed was so fast that it even exploded on him. A sonic boom.

boom

Seeing this scene, Little Ratha covered her little face and secretly looked at Smoker hanging on the wall through the space between her fingertips. Over the past few years, the little guy has become very accustomed to this kind of scene.

"I'll go, teacher...ahem...are you going to kill me?" After finally falling to the ground, Smoker complained, clutching his abdomen in pain.

Zefa ignored him and said with a smile: "The strength is good, and your technique of punching continuously is really interesting, but how come you have practiced for so long before you can punch ten times in a row?"

As early as when he was in the elite class, he knew that Smoker knew an interesting physical skill. After learning about it, he found that its potential was no less than the "Navy Sixth Form". Then, after obtaining Smoker's consent, he , and started practicing "nail boxing".

A master of physical skills like Zefa doesn't need to ask about the specific training methods at all. He can learn everything by just watching it a few times. So even though Smoker learned it earlier, he has to compete with him now. "Nail punch", that is no match at all.

"Phew, teacher, how many times can you nail the punch now?"

After the pain in his abdomen subsided, Smoker stood up and asked with a wry smile.

Zefa thought for a while and replied cautiously: "If you want to go all out, use both hands for forty or fifty times. I have only practiced this skill for a few years, and I am still far from it."

"..."

Smoker was stunned when he heard this answer. Is this the difference between people before? Or is it true that there really is a physical genius in this world? Didn't I just see one in the news not long ago? ..

"Okay, tell me what you want."

"Is it really possible? Aren't you dissatisfied?" Smoker said in surprise. He originally thought there was no hope.

Zefa had a kind expression on his face and scolded with a smile: "You brat, if I ask you to say it, just say it, don't be so nagging."

"In that case...um...teacher, I want to go to Xihai next year."

Smoker thought for a while and made a decision after a while, then looked at Zefa and said firmly.