Sharpshooter of One Piece World

This time, Ivan didn't even move his feet. He just moved his head slightly to avoid this murderous finger.

After the previous lesson, Varrick decided not to focus on Ivan's face to attack, but instead adjusted his target to cover a larger torso.

Varrick intertwined the fingers of his left and right hands and used the finger guns, sweeping toward Ivan like a violent storm.

With such a dense covering of attacks, Ivan neither learned how to burst out with high-speed shaving in an instant, nor how to use the airflow generated by the opponent's attack to dodge, so he could only rely on his own strength to resist.

But Ivan was like dancing on the tip of a knife, barely dodging the finger gun attack at the critical moment every time.

If it weren't for his extreme confidence in his own strength, Varrick would have thought that Ivan was playing a trick on him.

With extreme disbelief in evil, Varrick took a deep breath, kept changing the position of his feet, and used his finger guns at a faster speed.

No matter how keen Ivan's observation is, his eyes and brain may not be able to react after Varrick speeds up.

People stumble, horses stumble.

Just before Varrick was about to bite his teeth into pieces, the finger gun finally successfully hit Ivan's shoulder!

However, Ivan's shoulder was not pierced as Warrick imagined. Instead, his fingers felt like they were about to break.

How could this be?

Varrick looked in disbelief.

Is it a block of iron?

Probably not.The iron block is made by hardening the body to an iron-like hardness, and can be trained to the point where ordinary bullets and swords cannot break through.

But even if you train the iron block to perfection, the human body is still made of flesh and blood and cannot reach the hardness of steel.

Warrick clearly felt that he had been poked into a hard armor just now, and it did not feel like a blow to the flesh.

In fact, the truth of the matter is very simple. When Ivan saw that he really couldn't dodge the finger gun, he covered his left arm and shoulder with his armed domineering force.

Although Yi Wen's current armed color domineering training is not yet complete, he can still do it by covering only half of his body.

Varrick froze in place because of shock. With Ivan's keen grasp of the battle situation, he would not waste such a good opportunity easily.

Stab kick!

It just so happened that the distance between the two of them was very close now. Ivan directly turned sideways to accumulate strength and kicked out suddenly.

boom!

Ivan added all his strength with a kick that hit Varrick's chest hard. If he hadn't used an iron block to block it in time, several of his ribs would have been broken.

Ivan always liked to control the rhythm of the battle in his own hands. When he was avoiding Varrick's attack just now, he had been thinking about how to start a counterattack.

Now that he has seized this opportunity, Varrick will be greeted by a steady stream of attacks from Ivan!

Now Varrick has entered the iron block state that makes him feel most at ease. Because all his strength is keeping his muscles tight for defense, he cannot move freely while the iron block lasts.

"I still like shooting moving targets!"

Perhaps Varrick in his iron state is a tortoise with nowhere to talk to others, but to Ivan, he is simply a living target, even worse than a moving target.

Two revolvers equipped with gun blades were pulled out from his waist, and Ivan quickly took two steps forward and came to Varrick.

Floating bomb!

A bullet shining with pale white light came out of the gun. Although it failed to penetrate Varrick's body, it made him fly uncontrollably.

Bang bang bang!

Ivan then fired three shots, and the bullets hit Varrick's body without exception.

Although these three shots failed to break Varrick's defense in the iron state, they still caused him endless pain.

Now that it has developed to this situation, Varrick is already in a difficult situation. Even if he wants to remove the iron block, it is too late.

I'm afraid that the next second he lifted the iron block, before he could hit the ground to fight back, Ivan's next bullet would have penetrated his body.

Now Varrick can only hope that his iron block can completely withstand Ivan's attack.

Things developed so quickly. People around him were still immersed in the scene of Varrick attacking Ivan with a finger gun like a storm. How come the situation between the two of them was completely reversed in the blink of an eye?

Ivan's combo wasn't over yet, and he wouldn't let Varrick fall to the ground.

After firing those three shots, Ivan raised his right leg high and used his knee to keep Varrick in the air.

At the same time, he took out the Gatling gun and fired at Varrick!

No matter how proficient Varrick practiced with his iron block, there was no way he could withstand Gatling's blue fire.

It didn't even take ten bullets, and Varrick in the air successfully broke through the defense.

Ivan put away the Gatling gun, and Varrick fell to the ground hard.

But before he could get up, Ivan's floating shovel chased him and once again lifted him off the ground.

Only now did Warrick understand that people's sense of security is not given by iron blocks, but by dear Mother Earth. What a beautiful prayer to keep one's feet on the ground!

After all, this is a competition between classmates, and it is impossible for Yi Wen to fight for his life.

The revolver and Gatling gun he used just now were all to break the iron block's defense. Next, he would use physical skills to end the battle.

Get up and do a roundhouse kick followed by a sonic strike, and then follow it up with a snap kick after landing!

Varrick completely lost his ability to fight and fell to the ground like a broken sack.

"Now you can continue celebrating."

Ivan adjusted his cowboy hat, put his guns back into the holsters on his waist, and walked toward the dormitory with steps that he didn't recognize.

Who is in the mood to celebrate now? Several people who were familiar with Varrick quickly picked him up and sent him to the infirmary, while everyone else went about their own business.

Behind the street lamp, where the dim light could not reach, a tall figure watched the entire battle, with a happy smile on his face.

"Teacher Zefa..."

An instructor who was passing by carrying two boxes of beer stood still and took the initiative to say hello to Zefa who was standing there like a child who had made a mistake.

Isn't today a celebration for the students? The instructors also held a party in their dormitory.

The party happened to run out of wine in the middle of the party, so the others sent the instructor who had lost the game to buy wine. He didn't expect that he would meet General Zefa on the way back.

Although alcohol is not prohibited in the navy, soldiers are not allowed to drink indiscriminately when there is nothing to do.

The instructor thought that Zefa was standing here specifically to block him, so he didn't know what to do for a while.

Although Zefa knew that they were drinking secretly, he was not angry. Instead, he asked with a smile: "Drinking?"

"Huh? Ah...um."

"Be careful not to drink too much. If it affects class tomorrow, you will understand the consequences."

It seemed that Zefa was very happy today. Instead of holding them accountable, he allowed them to continue drinking.

I don’t know what good things happened to him. It would be great if this happened every day.