Pirates make jokes: Obtain eight magical skills at the beginning

1511 year of the sea calendar, spring.

This year is destined to be recorded in the history of the development of the Navy.

On the huge playground specially carved out by the Navy headquarters, hundreds of naval cadets are running around the playground.

A purple-haired middle-aged man led the way, glaring back at the group of trainees from time to time, and roared loudly: "

Did you guys not eat in the morning, running so weakly, don't you hurry up and follow?"

Dropping this sentence, the purple-haired middle-aged strong man suddenly accelerated.

This middle-aged strong man wore a navy coat on his shoulders, his upper body was bare-chested, revealing his muscles, and after hundreds of battles large and small, there were many scars on his body after healing, making him look a little more powerful.

Admiral of the Navy Headquarters, Black Fist Zefa.

23 years ago, after Zefa's family was killed in pirate retaliation, Zefa took a back seat and became the chief instructor of the naval school, responsible for training the new generation of the navy.

After running for 42 kilometers in a row, Zefa's face was not red and his heart did not beat, but he exhausted the naval cadets behind him.

Except for a few Navy cadets who were able to breathe evenly and without much effort, most of the Navy cadets were panting heavily with their hands on their knees.

Running at a speed of 4 minutes per kilometer is a double test of physique and fitness for any naval cadet.

The trainees only felt that their heart rate was soaring, their hearts were pounding, and the sweat of soybeans was spilled without money.

Zefa glanced at the top trainees and deliberately paused for a few seconds on those top-notch trainees.

"Smogg, Tina, Drake, Dady Masdasen, Jonathan."

"It seems that this is a good seedling in this batch of freshmen, and others are almost meaningful."

Just as Zefa was planning the next stage of teaching, out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the Marshal of the Warring States had arrived with Karp.

Warring States, Karp, Zefa, who were all students of the same class of the Naval Academy, and comrades who fought side by side on the battlefield together, Zefa quickly put down the work at hand and stepped forward head-on.

"What kind of wind is blowing today, and how did it blow you two big names in the Navy?"

Karp pretended not to hear Zefa's thorny teasing, and their group of old friends had long been accustomed to blackening each other, and they did not pay attention to it.

Karp pushed Yang Ming forward and said

, "Zefa, today I want to recommend my disciple to enter the Naval Academy."

Hearing this, Zefa frowned.

"That's not legal, is it?"

"The number of students enrolled in the naval school every year is limited, and this year's enrollment indicators have been exhausted, and this child is too young, even if he is allowed to enter the naval school, I am afraid he will not be able to withstand the torment of training."

Zefa shook his head again and again, with a clear attitude.

"Rules are dead, people are alive."

At this time, the Marshal of the Warring States spoke:

"Zefa, sometimes you just do things too hard-brained and don't know how to be flexible."

"I also know your difficulties, so I decided to let Yang Ming challenge a cadet, and if he can defeat his opponent, I will exercise the power of a marshal and let him enter the naval academy without exception."

Zefa's eyebrows twisted into a chuan shape.

If it's just Karp alone, Zefa can still refuse.

If Karp is not convinced, he will have a big fight with Karp.

But coupled with the words of the Marshal of the Warring States, Zefa also understood Karp's determination.

Zefa glanced at Yang Ming quite meaningfully, and saw that he had black hair and black eyes, and his face was angular, and he couldn't help but feel a little trance, as if he had seen Karp when he was a teenager.

"Karp, this old boy, shouldn't it be an illegitimate child born somewhere?"

Zefa secretly guessed in his heart, and felt more and more that this was the truth.

No way, who is called the two father and son of Dragon and Karp, not at all alike?

Zefa took a deep breath, raised an index finger, and said in a deep voice:

"I agree to this matter in principle, but I have one request, this trainee that Yang Ming challenges must be designated by me."

The Marshal of the Warring States raised his eyebrows, he had worked with Zefa for many years, and he knew that the other party's ox temper was wrong, and it was estimated that he would choose a strong cadet to defeat Yang Ming, so that Karp would retreat.

In this way, Zefa can not only stick to his bottom line, but also save the face of the two of them, and only Yang Ming is unlucky.

The Marshal of the Warring States subconsciously glanced at Karp, and saw that he did not say no, but his face was full of confidence, and he couldn't help but muttered in his heart:

"Is there anything special about this kid?"

The Marshal of the Warring States knew that Karp had always not done anything unsure.

At this moment, even the Marshal of the Warring States couldn't help but look forward to this battle a little more.

Zefa led Yang Ming to the trainees of this year, looked around, and said loudly:

"Rabbit cubs, you should have heard it just now, this kid next to me is going to challenge one of you!"

"He's still just a kid, at least seven years younger than you, and if he wins, you will be a disgrace to the previous naval cadets!"

"I ask you, do you want to be this shame!"

Zefa's words immediately stirred up a thousand waves.

The group of freshmen were at the age of Fang Gang of Blood Qi, even if they knew that this was Zefa's radical method, they were also stimulated, and suddenly roared:

"Don't want to!"

Hundreds of freshmen spoke in unison, their voices deafening and loud.

Zefa originally thought that he could use this to scare Yang Ming and make him retreat.

But when he swept the corner of his eyes, he did not see a panicked look on Yang Ming's face, but the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and his eyes burst with fiery fighting intent, obviously ready to move.

"This kid, how come even his personality is the same as Karp's, is it really not Karp's illegitimate child?"

Zefa muttered in his heart, but his eyes looked at the group of freshmen.

Students who were not able to stick to the 42-kilometer run just now were directly filtered.

Smog ate the smoke fruit and possessed the elemental ability, the strongest of the many trainees, and was also not in Zefa's consideration.

Zefa could imagine that if he chose Smog as Yang Ming's opponent, Karp would dare to come and tear down his naval school tomorrow.

Tina is a girl and is not suitable.

Dadi Masdasen looked like a hanger, afraid of him paddling.

Jonathan was actually still in a daze at this time, what was he thinking?

Finally, Zefa fixed his gaze on Drake.

This kid, a dragging mold, knows at a glance that it is the material used as a thorn.

Yang Ming won, so he helped Zefa teach Drake this thorn.

Drake won, his strength was at the top of the crowd, and he was not too strong, just enough to refuse Karp's request.

No matter what, Zefa wins.

It's a win!

"Drake, get out!"

With Zefa's order, Drake walked out of the queue with a look of excitement.

Drake has orange blue eyes, hooked nose, thin lips, an X-shaped scar on his chin, a tall figure, playing with a small knife in his hand, and a rebellious spirit between his eyebrows, and is staring excitedly at the teenager opposite at this time, with a slightly cruel smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Boy, I don't want to know what kind of background you have, because I hate you guys with backgrounds the most."

"Therefore, I advise you that it is still too late to surrender obediently, otherwise when I beat you to the ground, there will be no place to cry."

Yang Ming looked grim, did not talk nonsense, just raised a middle finger towards Drake.

A thousand words are less lethal than a middle finger.

Drake's face sank, and the force suddenly exerted under his feet, and the whole person suddenly stepped forward, and the small knife in his hand stabbed straight towards the face that he felt disgusted.

Yang Ming's five slender fingers had already been put on the handle of the knife he was wearing at his waist, and he suddenly pulled out the sword out of its sheath.

"Sonorous!"

Knives collide and rub sparks.

Yang Ming's knife was cold, not the knife of the Da Dan family.

Last time Yang Ming attached the flame behind the knife, the knife could not withstand the baptism of battle, and it cracked after the battle, and now this knife is a navy weapon, refined into steel, hard and solid, and can withstand the flame attached to it.

"Is your strength only to this extent?"

Yang Ming's arm suddenly forced, and the power was transmitted to Drake's hand through the blade, making him numb, unable to hold the handle of the knife, the knife came out of his hand, and swirled in mid-air and landed on the ground not far away, making a "ding" sound.

"What a lot of strength!"

Drake was secretly surprised in his heart.

Although he was indeed a little careless just now, he never expected that the boy in front of him had such strange power in his body, which had surpassed many ordinary adult men.

The practice of the Liuku Immortal Thief, as long as the food is nutritious enough, it can be refined into a large amount of qi to improve physical fitness.

The One Piece world is very different from Yang Ming's previous life, and the food here contains more nutrients.

Especially during the passage of the warship through the windless belt, Karp also hunted several sea kings for Yang Ming to eat, and the nutrition contained in the blood and flesh of sea kings is beyond ordinary people's imagination, and Yang Ming has improved his physical fitness through food supplements, so that he has today's performance.

After being struck by Yang Ming's sword, Drake felt the strange gazes of his friends around him, and those eyes were like a sharp knife tip inserted into his heart, which made him ashamed and annoyed.

Drake suddenly pulled out a navy-style long knife from his waist and said coldly:

"Stinky little devil, a weak person like you should be like a weak person, isn't it good to go home obediently?"

This time, Drake threw away the contempt in his heart, holding the handle of the knife in both hands and slashing fiercely, looking like he was going to slash Yang Ming in half.

Yang Ming knew that although his strength was stronger than many ordinary adults, he still had a long distance from such an excellent trainee as Drake, so he immediately chose to avoid his edge and constantly dodge around the other party.

Yang Ming raised his head, looked directly into Drake's fierce eyes, and said calmly:

"Drake, you are wrong!"

"The weak have no rights, no choice."

"Therefore, we must become strong and use the power of the strong to protect the weak!"