pirate mentor

Late at night, the moonlight is like mercury leaking out of the ground, penetrating into every hole. Tombs are erected in the dilapidated town, and the sound of the waves sings slightly not far away.

The wind is a bit cool.

Smoker's face became more tense, and he looked in front of him doubtfully, "Teacher, what's the matter with you calling me here in the middle of the night?"

Loki stood in front of the unmarked tombstone, his silver hair shining in the moonlight.

Hearing the inquiry, he turned around, with no smile on his face anymore, and said harshly: "Smog, do you want to become stronger?"

"Ha" Smoker wondered, not understanding why he mentioned this matter.

It seems to have nothing to do with the teacher.

He was silent.

Loki raised his fingers in annoyance and said, "Call here and try."

Smoker's eyes narrowed, and without any hesitation, he took several steps forward and punched out heavily. The air exploded under this punch, causing invisible ripples.

Loki really didn't hesitate and complained in his heart. He didn't use any knowledge, and just relied on his body's instinctive reaction to easily avoid the punch and extended his foot to hook.

Smoker suddenly lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground. His expression was confused and his heart was also confused.

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"Smorg, your muscles are too strong and have lost their toughness. I don't even need to use too much force. I can easily trip you with just a little bit of force."

Loki pointed out his weakness, which he had not mentioned until now, which was that he thought Smoker would have the Smoke Fruit and would not need to worry about his muscles being too strong.

Who knows, the smoke fruit fell into the mouth of a certain loli.

Smoker was shocked and raised his head, "Teacher, is it really you during the day?"

"Yeah, I thought I was very good at acting, but one or two people suspected it was me," Loki said, feeling a little frustrated as he touched the braid on the back of his head.

There are not many idiots in this world, why are the guys I meet so smart?

Smoker propped up his body with his hands, and his eyes became more puzzled: "Why do you want to hide your identity?"

"It's a long story, so I won't go into it. Time is running out. I'll teach you how to control your body," Loki said, not wanting to reveal his identity.

Smoker didn't ask any questions, raised his fist, carefully observed, and then rushed forward.

His eyes flickered again, and the target disappeared. He immediately wanted to press his feet, but it was better to go slower, and he fell to the ground again.

"Relax. If your muscles are too tight, it will only make you a target for others. Don't always think about using your best every time. Winning with one strike depends on the timing."

Damn it, Smoker got up again. He was very angry, but he was not carried away and calmly attacked.

In exchange, he fell to the ground again and again.

The failure lasted three hours.

He never gave up.

This is the will that a top strong person should have, and it is both an advantage and a disadvantage.

When I don't have the qualifications of a top powerhouse, my will to fearlessly challenge any powerful enemy, even if I know I will die, is a life-threatening talisman.

Loki was worried about Smoker.

Without the natural smoke fruit, Smoker's capital in the weakest Donghai Yacai has disappeared, and the next step is a physical battle.

Loki couldn't protect him all day long, so he could only try his best to improve his physical skills before finding the next natural devil fruit.

But Smog's physical qualifications are limited.

Under the power of seeing and hearing, Loki could hear the screams emanating from the boy's muscles and nerves. If he continued, it would only cause harm.

"Okay, today's special training is over, go back to sleep," Loki waved his hand and turned around.

Smoker put his hands on his knees, raised his head, and said firmly: "Teacher, I can continue."

"Working hard is a good thing. If you work too hard, it's a bad thing. You've reached your limit. Go back."

"I"

"go back"

Damn Smog bit his lip, his expression full of reluctance, but his body could not respond to this will. It was as heavy as lead, tired, and his arms were shaking.

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