I, Sakazuki, Will Not Take a Dog Easily

The physical quality of Sakazuki is definitely far better than myself, even compared to pure physical masters such as Ruzefa and Karp.

He knows that this guy who often mumbles [the thickest armor] in training has almost no one's anti-strike ability.

Excluding the extra defense system of fruit ability evolution and armed color domineering, the most basic defense is to rely solely on physical strength.

"In order to stimulate the growth of physical strength, you have to perform anaerobic exercise." Jonathan gave a reasonable judgment.

The intake of oxygen during strenuous exercise is very low. Due to the excessive speed and explosive power, the sugar in the human body is too late to be broken down by oxygen and has to rely on anaerobic energy.

The smirk on the corners of the sparring staff’s mouth even made Sakazuki a huge head: "You try to fight me for a long time, this should help.

His fists clenched and thumped constantly, and every shot of Sakazuki was exhausted.

But someone who turned into a devil instructor was full of disgust:

"Come on again! Sakazuki! Do you have this ability after putting on the bracelet?? Punches faster! Faster!"

"Speed ​​up! Soft fists! You are hitting meow punches!!!"

And whenever Sakazuki progresses, Jonathan will add new requirements: "Use an iron block when punching! Don’t tell me [Iron block] My body will become stiff when my muscles are tightened. Knowing that the return of your life has already entered a deep control level!"

"Huh, Jonathan...You bastard, one day, I will wear a bracelet to hit you!"

Sakazuki has tried his best, but the load on his body makes him difficult. Iron nuggets and life return are the fundamental guarantee for maintaining this kind of intensity training.

He felt his muscles seem to be on fire, burning fiercely. Life returns to regulate blood, muscles and even some hormones in the body.

The energy of the whole body is poured out on both fists, the life return is difficult to operate, and the muscles of the whole body are controlled to punch at this frequency at high speed. Keep the boxing frame in shape, and each punch can achieve the most ideal force.

Large beads of sweat trickled down from the forehead and down the cheeks, and the chest and back were also soaked with sweat.

Under the crazy prediction and calculation of seeing and hearing domineering, the two continued to engage in high-frequency combos.

"Very well, let the muscles recover every other day, and then maintain this strength." Sakazuki, who has been wearing his hat, growled low.

[It's this kind of momentum! My friend!] Jonathan’s eyes are full of appreciation, but he is definitely not ambiguous.

"Eula and Eula! Eula and Eula!"

"No railroads, no railroads, no railroads, no railroads, no railroads!"

333. Pure men do not read the instructions (fog)

"Gion, it seems that our back hand is not ready to use." Sakazuki has experienced one thing firsthand. Armed **** is not omnipotent, but no armed **** is absolutely impossible.

At least, it can be guaranteed that you won't see any bruises on your face after being blown by a hammer.

In fact, before that, he deliberately asked for a box of swelling mask from Vinsmoke in case of accidents.

But now it seems that it is nothing more than a deliberate act. Jonathan did fight so that he didn't even have room for parry, but I was really pitiful!

Although he was beaten up with each other, he was quite embarrassed. But the substantial damage caused by the opponent was blocked by the [Iron Block], and nothing happened.

Recently, the headquarters has been rumored to be a defensive curse, but if there is a stunner who dares to use a six-type iron block to defend against the enemy, it will be properly destroyed.

President Sa sneered at this kind of rumored news. Those young people learned a trick and dared to show it off. If you don't die, who will die?

The guy with a half tank of water didn't even learn the essence, so the iron defense was naturally poke one by one.

Under the premise of slackening, Sakazuki urges the iron block, and can do its best to block the heavy punches that hit the body continuously.

If he untied the sea floor stone and used [Iron Block·Empty Wood] to passively defend and counterattack, then Jonathan's domineering fist should have been shattered long ago.

The two ladies who finished watching the game calmly picked up the drinks and popcorn, and walked back with the fools of each family.

After a pass of Euler, Sakazuki estimated that he almost got nearly a hundred punches.

But the iron defense and domineering dual defense made him nothing except being beaten back one after another. Instead, Jonathan's fisted hands gradually became red and swollen.

Why does he keep paying attention to his physical fitness? Because this is the foundation of Sakazuki's sturdy combat power.

Sakazuki once considered walking the martial arts style, and flamboyantly tossing and turning around, dealing with the enemy to see the flaws, and killing him with a casual blow.

But in fact, the real battle formation killer moves are simple and rude to the extreme. There is no appreciation, elbows, locks the throat, kicks the crotch, pierces the eyes, whatever action can kill the enemy in the shortest time.

Therefore, the attack mode of Sakazuki is the most realistic and useful.

Just two points, can resist the fight, can hurt people.

This is Tyson's usual fighting technique, Sakazuki has been tried again and again-you hit me, you can resist and defend, I hit you, you can't get up after a punch.

This seemingly unsightly style of play, compared to the graceful movement of flying around, is actually a real shame.

Just like in the real world, aside from the kilogram level and talking about martial arts, they are basically hooliganism.

"The Major General Salazar seems to have been sent back to the headquarters for follow-up treatment." Walking along the road, Gion casually chatted with Sakazuki.

President Sa, who has been paying attention to this matter, is personally staring at the movement of the lifeboat, and naturally knows it well.

He nodded and cast his gaze on the fortress of the headquarters: "I'm out of danger for my life. I'll go see it tomorrow."

But Sakazuki didn't know that at this moment, the protagonist of the two of them was experiencing an unprecedented ordeal.

He was hit by Hodie, who happened to be walking to the New World first, smelling the smell of blood, and then Jack abolished his limbs and didn't kill the poisonous milk.

Salazar was lying in the convalescent cabin undergoing all-round repairs, but apart from the high-ranking officers of the Templar Watchers who surrounded him, members of the Hellfire Brotherhood club also gathered around, listening to the doctor. Diagnostic report.

Although at the time, your major general was severed and lost a lot of blood, but fortunately, Hodi immediately notified the murloc comrades on the recent patrol route.

There is no fundamental difference between the blood types of murlocs and humans. Seeing that Salazar was already on the verge of hemorrhagic shock, it was only by the murlocs and seamen who donated blood along the road that they made it possible for the medical rescue ship to arrive.

"So, it is dangerous to escape?" Brigadier General Norrington, who was ordered to retreat, confirmed again and again.

"The life is saved, but his unstable mental state and severe post-war traumatic stress reaction, we can't guarantee that he can be cured." A military doctor in a white coat sighed quietly.

The physical trauma is nothing more than a trivial matter for the Medical Department of the Navy Headquarters.

But even with the most sophisticated high-end medical equipment and the best medicines, the plight that military doctors are really hard to overcome is still a heavy blow to heart disease and mentality.

The entire army was annihilated, and the remaining three ships, from marines to major generals, died in battle.

And this was the first sentence Salazar said after waking up: "What about the others?"

The comrades were silent and did not speak, but this silent reply was the most desperate answer.

"Are you all dead..." Salazar lightly looked at the only remaining torso, and smiled nervously: "[Drought] Jack, Captain Jack, Jie Jie, I will come to you!"

This kind of intense mental stimulation caused the wounded who could have escaped from the medical cabin to enter a brief coma again.