Pirate's Copy

Zefa looked at the "crushing" machine on the ground with a look of relief. His disciple had surpassed him.

The two closest disciples to him have always been Ain and Binz.

I don't know when, in Zefa's heart, Moen was already on an equal footing with these two disciples.

Just like nurturing his own children, Zefa felt Moen's growth, which was visible to the naked eye.

Now, this pheasant has grown into an eagle and it’s time to spread its wings and fly!

"Come on, go on, let me see all your power!" Zefa laughed, completely ignoring the parts of the crusher on the ground, and his left arm condensed a terrifying armed domineering force.

[Black Wrist] Zefa, his strongest point is not that sea-floor stone crusher!

Powerful physical skills, powerful armed color and domineering spirit, this is the combat power that he once reached the top of the generals!

"Point the gun and hit randomly!"

With a quick tap of his dark finger, Zefa sealed off all of Moen's escape spaces.

Moen, who was ahead by a long way, had no way to break through the blockade and could only forcefully accept the move.

"Teacher, you are really posing a problem for me." Moen smiled bitterly. It seemed that after this battle, his physical strength would definitely be exhausted.

"Kill with light!"

Countless golden rays of light shot from all directions, blocking Zefa's finger gun blockade that looked like a black net.

"Torn into pieces, empty shock!"

A straight fist was thrown out, and the silver-white light circled around Zefa. Then the air around Zefa was torn apart, and the terrifying blast of air enveloped Zefa, who was already covered in armed colors.

Moen, who had obtained the ability to split the fruit into pieces, knew very well that if there was anything he couldn't split now, it would be time and space.

The seemingly invincible Shock Fruit in the original work, with its ability to tear apart space, is actually just the destructive power caused by the vibration of the air.

The distance from the shattered space was thousands of miles away.

What Splinter can do now is to tear the air apart like the Shock Fruit, causing terrifying airflow vibrations to achieve the purpose of destruction.

Of course, you can also directly use the split rule ability to split everything.

As for how big the split will be, it all depends on development.

"You are still letting your guard down with this move, Moen!"

Zefa walked out of the blast. Apart from some damage to his clothes, there was only a scar on his face.

Zefa's tone was very unkind. He had fought against Whitebeard many times, how could he not feel the powerful destructive power of that move just now? How could it end so anticlimactically?

"Shave! Iron Fist!"

The jet-black armed domineering energy once again covered Zefa's wrists, and the shave in the Sixth Marine Style perfectly displayed the power of high-speed movement on his body.

Moen only felt a gust of cold wind coming, and Zefa's fist had appeared in front of him.

"Teacher, it looks like I'm really going to give you a hard blow." Moen shook his head and turned sideways to avoid this attack.

Then he clasped his hands together and jumped into the sky.

"The eight-foot magatama is torn apart!"

The golden cross flashed into shape, and silver-white air cracks filled the entire martial arts arena.

Like thousands of cannonballs being fired, Zefa felt that all the energy around him was locked, and what he saw and heard made him feel that there was no way to avoid it!

"Armed!"

boom!

boom!

boom!

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The deafening roar caused the navy watching the show around the martial arts arena to cover their ears and quickly leave the area around the martial arts arena.

It was an unimaginable violent sound. The tearing and vibration of the air drove the air flow, and the surge of the air flow drove the rapid change of temperature.

High temperature, low temperature, heat wave, cold wave...

The entire martial arts arena was like hell, in a mess, with no trace of its original appearance at all.

Garp felt it with his sense of sight and breathed a sigh of relief.

Zefa was still lying in the middle of the martial arts arena, and the only good place was under him.

As early as the moment Morn jumped into the sky, Garp ordered all the naval soldiers to retreat. Otherwise, Morn's attack should be able to destroy the Rogue Town Navy.

"Teacher, I should be qualified." Moen, who looked a little pale, walked to Zefa's side with empty steps.

Zefa lay motionless on the ground, he had lost consciousness.

Moen's last attack was really "all in".

Well, at least I used all my remaining energy.

"Looks like it's best to copy an animal devil fruit. The three-second man talks about this physical strength!"

Feeling the emptiness in his body, Moen grinned, lay beside Zefa, and fell asleep.

By the time Moen woke up again, it was already evening.

"Are you awake?" Nami sat beside Moen's bed, eating an apple leisurely.

"how do you feel?"

"It's very bad. It feels like my body has been hollowed out." Moen looked at the apple in Nami's hand, and his stomach growled unsatisfactorily.

Nami gave Moen a white look, then picked up the fruit in the bedside table and stuffed an apple to Moen.

"That angel-like girl, let's call her Laerila. She has already prepared a big meal for you, just waiting for you to wake up."

Moen became interested immediately and finished the apple in a few gulps, his stomach still growling.

If it’s a big meal, it should be able to fill your stomach quickly.

It's a pity that although Moen mastered the six moves well, he still failed to understand the return of life. Otherwise, these physical exertions are nothing at all.

"Oh, that's right." Nami suddenly showed a gloating smile, "The old marine who fought you said that when you get up, he will tell you that he will strengthen your physical training. What's wrong with you? of."

Moen only felt his eyes go dark. It seemed that Teacher Zefa had woken up early.

Zefa was very dissatisfied with the fact that Morne fell asleep after fighting for such a short time, and threatened to train Morne's physical fitness.

In the navy mess hall, a group of hungry sailors drooled and looked at the girl in the corner.

With an angelic face, the angelic wings behind him were gently fanning, and the spoon in his hand was constantly stirring the soup in front of him.

Her thin eyebrows like willow leaves wrinkled slightly, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net As if she felt something, Lyrella put her hand on the switch beside her, and then the heat lowered.

"Fortunately, you are very obedient."

Lyrella didn't know who she was talking to, her tone was very soft.

Ain watched from the sidelines as Lyrela's movements were as graceful and coherent as an artist drawing on paper.

"Teacher, why does Lairla seem to be able to hear the sound of ingredients?" Ain asked Zefa in a casual voice as he leaned into Zefa's ear, who was eating Neptune soup.

Zefa didn't even raise his head. "She has the most peculiar sense of knowledge and can sense people's hearts. Some time ago, she seemed to learn cooking skills from the chef, and then the sense of knowledge broke through? It seems that she can now hear the sound of ingredients?" "

Zefa felt that it was a bit nonsense. When did the chef need to have a strong sense of knowledge!

As for Lyrela's knowledge, Zefa can guarantee that, except for some lieutenant generals and generals who are proficient in knowledge, no one else in the entire navy can compare to Lyrela's knowledge.

Sure enough, life is not created equal!

Zefa took a sip of the soup and immediately forgot all about it.

You know, this is made by the top chef in the East China Sea, the chef who has retired from [Red Foot] Professor Zhepu. The navy chef in Rogge Town can only look at Laerila's back, and it is extremely inferior. ah!

Zefa had never enjoyed this before.

Because after Lereira learned cooking, she never cooked in the navy!

If it weren't for Morn's massive loss of physical strength, Lyrella would have revealed her cooking skills while preparing for the welcome banquet in the evening!

so!

Zefa, I feel so bad!

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