Pirates: The Greatest Scoundrel in Navy History

"Concentrate!"

"Each of your punches must be a punch that implements the will of victory and justice!"

"Only a punch with the confidence of winning can integrate all your messy abilities!!"

Under the scorching sun.

In the abandoned port piled with various military wastes, a black figure, breathing heavily under the scorching sun, punched the huge warship in front of him, which was 20 meters high, like a beast.

The figure was naked from the waist up, revealing a body covered with various scars, with facial lines as deep as a steep cliff, and beads of sweat dripping down the black hair and jaw.

The muscular body was tanned with a healthy bronze color, and the temperament was wild and unruly.

Every time a punch fell, its powerful force was like a tightly twisted hemp rope, bursting out a dull wave of air, making the behemoth in front of him tremble violently.

Not far away, Karp, wearing a flowered shirt and shorts and flip-flops, was sitting under a simple sun umbrella, leaning comfortably on a lounge chair, holding a glass of juice in his hand, eating donuts and urging him from time to time.

"I told you not to use domineering!"

"I don't use domineering!! "

Darren cursed angrily.

This old man was very bad. At first, he pretended to want to practice with him, but after a few days, he simply showed his true colors.

First, he carried a sun umbrella and a lounge chair from somewhere, and then his butt was stuck on the beach chair and never got up again.

"Hahahaha, I know you don't use domineering, just remind you."

Karp laughed, his face as thick as a city wall.

Darren: ...

He gritted his teeth and looked at Karp's comfortable look. Even though he couldn't help but hate it, the movement and speed of his punches suddenly increased!

Bang, bang, bang!

He simply vented all his anger on the warship in front of him, which was already broken.

Sawdust and metal fragments flew everywhere, and the violent punches even caused the ground under his feet to vibrate significantly.

This kid is really a freak...

Karp drank a mouthful of iced juice happily, squinted at Darren's cheetah-like explosive body, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Although he had already witnessed Darren's strength with his own eyes, and had heard about the latter's monster-like physique, he had a certain psychological preparation.

But after practicing for a few days, Karp was still shocked by Darren's physical fitness.

He was invulnerable to swords and guns, water and fire, and had a toughness comparable to or even beyond steel. Even bullets and cannons had no effect on him.

Karp also conducted special experiments on this.

In the name of testing the limits of his body, Garp was actually just curious, so he bombarded Darren with his own method of throwing shells with his bare hands.

What was the result?

After a round of bombardment, Darren's uniform was blown to pieces, and he was covered in black smoke. The ground within a radius of ten meters below his feet was blown down by one meter, but he still stood there like nothing happened!

What does this mean?

Garp looked at Darren who was punching wildly there, and two ferocious figures appeared in his mind.

——Kaido and BIG·MOM.

"I didn't expect that our navy also had such a freak... Could it be that this kid is not of human blood, but of some strange race?"

Garp stroked the stubble on his chin, curiously staring at Darren's back, and couldn't help muttering.

"Why don't we let that bastard Borsalino come and check it out?"

He suddenly had such an idea, but soon shook his head.

"Forget it, this is not important."

He took a bite of the donut and continued to observe Darren's movements.

Well, I have already felt it initially, and the strength is obviously more concentrated than before.

I have to say that this brat is still working hard.

A satisfied smile appeared on the corner of Karp's mouth.

In fact, what really satisfied Darren was not his extraordinary physical fitness, but his will that was tougher than the "iron body".

Karp knew very well how terrifying the intensity of the training plan he arranged was, and it was impossible for a normal person to stick to it.

But Darren's performance was completely beyond his expectations.

No matter how much sweat he shed or how tired his body was, he never said "tired".

This young man is filled with a desire to "become stronger" that ordinary people cannot understand, which is persistent, firm, and even crazy.

"Maybe he can really learn it in the end..."

Karp's eyes flickered, and he smiled and whispered.

At this time, a young manThe young navy soldier ran over quickly, panting and saluted Garp:

"Report to Vice Admiral Garp, Mr. Zefa said the time is up."

Garp rolled his eyes unhappily,

"Alright, alright."

He put down the donuts and juice, and shouted to Darren:

"Darren, it's time, go to Zefa."

Darren didn't say anything, and his punch speed increased again.

The punch, like a storm, suddenly covered a large area of ​​the warship's hull in front.

"Huh?"

Garp suddenly raised his eyebrows, and a hint of expectation rose in his eyes.

The next second——

Darren shouted loudly, his eyes were condensed, the power was born from his feet, and the muscles of his whole body contracted flexibly.

The body was like a precision machine, transmitting this force along the spine to the arm.

A punch!

Bang! !

A dull sound came out.

The difference is that this punch is different from the previous one. The hull of the warship did not tremble at all.

It did not move at all.

One second,

Two seconds,

Three seconds,

In the sound of Darren's heavy breathing,

In the excited cheers of Garp,

In the shocked eyes of the navy soldier who came to convey the order,

The wreckage of the warship, which was already in tatters... suddenly exploded into fragments all over the sky! !

"Hahahahaha!! Very good!!"

Garp stood up suddenly, put his hands on his waist and laughed proudly:

"My teaching method is indeed correct. Although this punch is still far from being truly mastered, it already has that taste!!"

Darren looked at Garp's proud look and was too lazy to complain.

He walked over tiredly, put on a large navy cloak, and said to the navy soldier who was still standing there blankly:

"Let's go."

The navy soldier swallowed his saliva with a grunt, retracted his gaze from the land full of waste, and quickly followed.

After walking for a while, he finally couldn't suppress his curiosity and asked carefully in a low voice:

"Commodore Darren, what's the name of that move just now?"

Darren paused.

He looked up, took out a pack of cigarettes, took out a cigarette, bit it in his mouth and lit it.

The cool wind blew past, and the white smoke lingered around his face, making him look extremely mysterious.

The navy soldier held his breath and waited quietly.

Looking at Darren's serious and lonely look, he knew that the name of this move must be quite impressive.

"This move..."

Darren exhaled a long puff of smoke and said lightly:

"——It's called 'Serious Punch'."

The navy soldier seemed to be struck by lightning.

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I'm grateful for everything.