Snake of Destiny Starting from American Comics

As his strength grew, Li Feng completely forgot everything that had just happened. Focusing on understanding the message of swordsmanship in his heart, Li Feng's domineering gradually became more aggressive, and his control ability also increased greatly.

Although his own strength has improved greatly, Li Feng does not feel much joy and only feels that the world has become boring.

Deep fatigue welled up in his heart, and waves of drowsiness made Li Feng gradually become drowsy. Amidst the clicking sound of drops of glucose falling, Li Feng gradually fell into a deep dream.

Li Feng's mind, which had been eroded and damaged by Zefa's domineering energy, gradually repaired in his sleep, and Li Feng's consciousness gradually became immersed in the endless knowledge of swordsmanship. The things I originally thought of were constantly reduced with the influx of swordsmanship knowledge.

It seemed as if this silent war also came to an end with his forgetfulness.

But within that vast knowledge of swordsmanship, a purple light shines.

When no one was watching, it turned into fragments and entered Li Feng's consciousness. Like the knowledge that came from unknown places, it turned into secret spiritual hints that diverted Li Feng's attention.

The only difference is probably the strange knowledge about selling dogs' meat over others' heads.

Three hours later, it was already close to noon. Li Feng felt that he had the sword skills of a great swordsman and was a little confused. He didn't know what he had experienced while he was asleep.

I just remember that while sleeping, endless kendo inspiration seemed to pour out of my brain, and all the kendo problems that originally gave Li Feng a headache were solved instantly.

Li Feng gently waved his left palm, obviously not using a trace of strength, just gathering his armed colors into his hand.

The hard alloy guardrail was cut open directly. Li Feng looked at his left hand with a complex expression, feeling the domineering power inside his body.

Suddenly, a strange sword technique appeared in his mind, corpse dog, fuya, sparrow yin, swallowing thief, non-poison, filth removal, smelly lung, strange names of sword techniques appeared in his mind.

Looking at the strange names, Li Feng couldn't help but have a question mark in his heart.

I always felt that something wrong appeared in my mind, but in a blink of an eye I threw it aside and realized the inspiration of kendo that I had just 'perceived'.

At the same time, Zefa, who was training new recruits in the training camp, looked at the weak students in front of him, and the anger in his heart kept rising. Standing on the high platform and looking at the soldiers who were doing sit-ups with weights on their backs, Zefa stood on the high platform and roared: "What's going on with you guys, please hurry up. Bastards, what do you think?" Are you worthy of the title of elite? You are just insulting the word elite, so move your arms.

How will your frail bodies support the word justice behind you in the future, how will you support the safety of countless civilians on the sea, and how will you support your dreams. Do you want to spend your whole life as an ordinary general?

As my disciples, I ask you to aim at becoming a general, and I will train you according to the requirements for training future generals. "As he spoke, he took off the general's cloak he was wearing. He threw it on a flagpole and danced wildly in the air with the wind. The originally pure white and gorgeous general's cloak should look better under the eyes of noon. It's extremely blurry, but behind it is the distinct word justice and the strings of exquisite and gorgeous tassels.

Zefa shouted to the disciples in the audience with great pride: "The first person to complete the training mission today will be personally put on by me the cloak that symbolizes the general. So, do your best, my Disciples. I have placed my righteousness there, and when you are able to support it, go and pick it up. Hahahahaha."

Along with Zefa's heroic laughter, the eyes of everyone in the audience who were just holding on seemed to be ignited with flames. Looking at the cloak flying in the air, whether it is the ambition buried deep in the heart, the dream that has been suppressed for a long time, or the desire for honor in the heart.

Each student looked at the flying cloak with fanatical eyes, and also looked at Teacher Zefa who truly regarded them as his disciples.

That’s right, ‘real’. Although everyone calls themselves disciples of Teacher Zefa, they all know in their hearts that only those who stand at the front of the crowd can be said to be true disciples of the general. Some are not strong enough, and only the students who leave the headquarters and go to the world know the final outcome.

They may never come to the Navy Headquarters again in the future, and their teacher, General Zefa, will also forget them as nameless people among the students.

And now, looking at the cloak floating on the flagpole, no matter how incompetent or cowardly a person is, they can't help but feel domineering.

The cloak that symbolizes the general comes from the general's personal coronation.

Desire and ambition are colliding, and in reality, the exhausted people seem to have regained some physical strength.

But everyone didn't pay any attention to this little thing. They just looked at Teacher Zefa, who was standing shirtless and with purple hair, with fiery eyes.

That resolute face, marble-like muscles, and cold eyes all showed his firm will.

Zefa looked at the fiery eyes below with satisfaction, and couldn't help but nod in his heart. But on the surface, he said seriously: "My dear disciples, show me your will. Let me see if you have the qualifications and courage to wear the mantle of a general, and show your courage to the fullest."

After finishing speaking, he didn’t wait for anyone to speak. He continued to shout: "Now, double the weight. Fifty kilometers of cross-country running, scores will be determined according to time. Start now, target the mountains in the northeast. I will wait for you there to prove your will to me."

After speaking, Zefa pointed to a low mountain covered with green outside of Malinfando.

Then he took the cloak handed to him by the adjutant behind him, turned around and left the high platform on the training ground with a big smile.

A group of naval cadets who were still lying on the ground stood up and ran towards the equipment room. After all, the navy also has a lot of training equipment. Wouldn't it be a loss if someone robbed them all?

A figure, carrying a weight that originally felt heavy on its body, rushed towards the equipment room in the corner crazily.

Although people in the pirate world are a bit naive, they are not stupid. Well, some people, well, some people just have weird brain circuits.

And as long as it is related to their dreams, their motivation and execution ability are far beyond ordinary people. The big men with red eyes rushed to grab the equipment. Some even picked up a few heavy barbells and headed towards Zefa. He ran away in the direction he pointed to.

In this way, the equipment room that was almost full was robbed by naval cadets one by one, and the entire equipment room's load was moved away. Even the heavy equipment left here by the three monsters, Akainu, Kizaru, and Aokiji, was unknown to which warrior took it away.

Things about the training camp naturally attracted the attention of the navy's top brass, when Marshal Kong went to Jomalia for meetings on a daily basis. As the chief of staff of several high-level officials, Crane, Navy hero Garp, and General Sengoku looked at the noisy scene outside and couldn't help but let out a long breath.

Because he had not yet been promoted to marshal, Sengoku did not wear his hair-binding hat. He was sunk deep into the sofa with his afro, holding senbei in one hand and a newspaper in the other to feed his goats.

A few people didn't pay much attention to the changes in the training camp. After all, the training camp is said to be the future of the Navy, but in this turbulent era, the present is the most important thing for the Navy.

Only Zefa's changes can bring these busy (Karp picks his nose (￣ro￣)) high-ranking naval officers together, although if they have time, they will just have a tea party together.

After all, most of Zefa's strength lies in his terrifying armed appearance, and the tragic death of his wife and children made Zefa's "non-killing heart" shaken. Originally, it wouldn't be a big deal if he just became able to kill pirates. But if Zefa's will weakens because of this incident, then his terrifying armed appearance will also be affected.

Zefa himself knew about this, so he took the initiative to apply to become the navy's chief instructor.

The Navy Headquarters also agreed to this matter. After all, in the current turbulent times, the appearance of a general's combat power is enough to shake the situation on the sea. Just because Zefa was in a bad mood, he agreed to let Zefa take a back seat. Even if the top brass of the Navy were idiots, they would not agree.

As for the gradual restoration of Zefa's will, everyone's attitude is positive.

The restoration of a general's combat power will bring about great changes to the navy's form in the new world, and may even directly put an end to the era of great violence.

What a few people are discussing now is about Zefa's future placement. After all, it would be too wasteful for an intact general's combat power to be used to teach students at the navy headquarters. It can even be said to be irresponsible for the frontline battlefield.

"Hahahaha, why don't you let Zefa and I hunt down Roger together? Hey, hey, hey, I always feel that Roger is about to make some big move. Hey, hey, hey." Garp said while looking at the black lines on his head during the Warring States Period. While eating handfuls of senbei, he said vaguely.

"Humph, Xiaohe, what do you think?" Not paying attention to Garp's troubles, Warring States turned his head directly and looked at Lieutenant General He who was sitting on the sofa in front of him.

Although time has left traces on her face, it can be said that He still retains her charm. He picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip of a cup of black tea with a rich tea aroma. After thinking for a while, He put the tea cup in his hand on the table. He said in an elegant voice: "How about letting Zefa lead the current students to form a group of guerrillas to roam the new world as a mobile force. Equipped with the best warships and logistics to carry out covert operations."

A glimmer of light flashed in Sengoku's frog's eyes behind his glasses, and he thought about the matter seriously. After all, some things still cannot be explained clearly, and it is understandable for He's cryptic statement about Warring States.