I'm Selling Exercises in Pirates

Looking at the phantom behind Sengoku, Garp's eyes widened, this scene was a feeling he was all too familiar with.

The last time on Kraigana Island, Hawkeye's sword that broke the sea was like this.

The difference is that there is no obvious phantom around Hawkeye, but he can feel the breath of the silhouette, each silhouette, different moves, and finally converge, the power can be called destroying the world.

However, Sengoku's phantom can be seen with the naked eye, revealing a faint majesty, without anger.

In the eagle-eyed figure Han has sword intent, but in Sengoku's phantom Garp does not know what power it is, there is always an invisible pressure.

"I thought Sengoku was going to become a monk, but he got a book of supreme boxing."

"Sure enough, Mr. Carl's book is amazing!"

Garp couldn't help but admire.

He was a little curious, whether it was his own seven wounds fist or Sengoku's boxing that was more powerful.

And those sailors' eyes were full of admiration.

"Look, Marshal Sengoku has appeared!"

Looking at the phantom behind Sengoku, or capturing a dragon, or subduing a tiger, or stepping on an idol, there is a faint majestic force.

One can't help but want to worship.

"There is no god in this world!"

The sailors were stunned.

Some sailors were also recruited from the villages, and their villages also had temples, enshrining statues, which were almost the same as the phantom behind Sengoku.

Just not as majestic as Marshal Sengoku.

huh~

After slowly exhaling.

Sengoku withdrew his gesture, and the blood-colored light on his body gradually dissipated.

"It's really an extraordinary Buddhist basic boxing technique!"

After Sengoku practiced Arhat Quan again, he only felt refreshed and full of energy and blood.

At the moment when the natural energy converges into the body, the strength at least increases several times.

The turbulence in the mood also calmed down a lot.

"The realm of great perfection, invulnerable to swords and guns, and extraordinary strength, it really is."

Sengoku recalled the changes in his body just now, and he was beaming with joy.

With such power and such a state of mind, the justice in He Chou's heart cannot be done.

"What kind of boxing did you just say, hurry up and tell this old man?"

Garp hurried forward, looking curious.

"It's just the most basic boxing technique in the scriptures. It's okay to use it for self-cultivation and Qi training, but it can't be used on the big stage."

Sengoku is telling the truth, this is only the most basic boxing method in the scriptures, and it is also a boxing method used for self-cultivation and qi training.

There are still some moves that can mobilize the natural energy stored in the body, but he can't master it now.

For example, like the palm of the Great Sun Tathagata, the flying dragon is in the sky, and any move can move mountains and fill the sea.

At that time, he will not pay attention to generals like Hawkeye, let alone the Four Emperors of the New World.

However, Garp disagreed, thinking that after Sengoku got the Supreme Fist, he began to pretend.

"Look at how tough you are, when the old man just passed down the Seven Severe Fist from Mr. Carl, he wasn't as tough as you, and he wasn't as fluttering as you."

Garp buttoned his nose and eyes with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

"I'm telling the truth, Garp, what do you mean by that?"

Sengoku feels his sincerity has been tarnished.

"What else do you mean, it's really as powerful as you said, then compare it with the old man's Seven Scar Fist and see who's more powerful."

Garp rolled up his sleeves and couldn't help but want to try it.

"you......"

"Ah~"

Just as Sengoku was about to agree, he suddenly found himself unknowingly swept into his head by anger, and hurriedly meditated and recited the scriptures.

"I still don't dare, that's why you brag."

Seeing Sengoku like this, Garp also felt that it was boring.

He really wanted to practice with Sengoku, and wanted to know what happened to the phantom in Sengoku's boxing, but who knew that Sengoku was not fooled.

Garp returned in anger and wanted to go back to rest, but found that the expressions of the onlookers were strange.

"Marshal Sengoku is shining again, no, he is manifesting again!"

Garp also wondered how these sailors were talking in a dazzling manner, but he turned around and found it.

Sengoku, who was meditating and reciting sutras at the bow of the boat, changed at this time. The blood-colored light that appeared only by waving his fists was now visible.

And Garp felt that there was an invisible energy in the air gathering towards Sengoku, which was different from Hawkeye's raging sword intent, this energy had an indescribable affinity.

It was as if Sengoku had drawn them to the past.

Sengoku, who was meditating at this time, had an epiphany to a higher level through the recitation of scriptures.

"Life is created by oneself, appearances are born from the heart, all things in the world are transformed appearances, the heart does not move, everything does not move, the heart does not change, everything does not change, everything is illusory, and all appearances are illusory... ."

What is true and what is false, Sengoku is ignorant.

Sengoku couldn't understand the evil spirits mentioned in it.

Most of the evildoers mentioned in the scriptures are transformed into human appearances, but they are a certain species in human skin, and their essence is still evildoers.

It also said that evildoers are both good and evil, and if they are good, they should be guided, and if they are evil, they should be influenced or punished.

It's just that his comprehension seems to be vague, and he is also practicing Qi and concentrating while chanting the scriptures, and the surrounding natural energies are also inadvertently gathering.

There was only a thin layer of blood-colored gauze on the skin, which gradually became thicker, with a faint golden light.

However, Garp didn't know the reason, his eyes widened, and he couldn't help saying loudly:

"Sengoku manifested?"

Garp ran up to Sengoku curiously, looked carefully, and felt it.

He found that this pale golden light was the same as the previous blood-colored light, and it was a little different.

The blood-colored light before was very pure and pure energy, but now the pale golden light has impurities.

Garp doesn't know if that means good or bad.

He poked Sengoku lightly with his fingers and whispered, "Sengoku, are you alright?"

"Huh? There's no response, so nothing really happened, right?"

This time, Garp poked again and shouted, "Sengoku, you can't be okay!"

At this time, the light on Sengoku gradually dissipated, and the blood on his skin gradually faded.

He slowly opened his eyes, and anger climbed up into his eyes, turning into bloodshots.

"Garp, I must kill you!"

"Ah? Sengoku, what are you trying to do, I'm worried about you too!"

Garp took a step back, stunned, then shook his head and smiled.

"Ah!~ Garp, you are the devil in my heart, I must get rid of you today."

Sengoku was furious.

Waving his fists, he rushed up, and Shibi wanted to teach Garp a good lesson.

The sailors looked at the two officers they respected the most, and at the moment they were fighting like two old urchins, and they smiled helplessly.

After returning to their respective posts, they steered the warship to the Naval Headquarters.