Pirates: The Greatest Scoundrel in Navy History

The school grounds suddenly became extremely quiet.

There was only the sound of the wind blowing and the flying sand.

Darren's fist was still against Zefa's abdomen, the latter's body was stiff there, the corners of his eyes kept shaking slightly, and the two remained motionless.

"That... Teacher Zefa, are you okay?"

Darren blinked, looking at Zefa with an innocent face, his expression frozen in front of him, slowly retracted his fist, and the seastone shackles on his hands made a crisp sound.

Zefa's expression changed constantly, as if he was trying to suppress something, and there was a faint bloodshot around his pupils.

He suddenly took a deep breath, looked at the commodore in front of him with resentful eyes, and said in a faint tone:

"Seastone... is useless to you?"

Darren scratched his head and said in a confused look:

"When I was captured by Kaido, his subordinate "Plague" Quinn used seastone shackles to restrict my movements. At that time, I took that opportunity to do some seastone resistance training."

"Although I can't use the power of the devil fruit, normal activities are still no problem, and I can maintain a certain combat effectiveness."

After saying that, he shook the shackles on his hands and said with some regret:

"But then again, the purity of our navy's seastone shackles seems to be a little bit lacking..."

Zeff: "..."

His chest kept rising and falling, his fists clenched and unclenched, unclenched and clenched again.

He cursed wildly in his heart:

The purity of the headquarters' seastone shackles is low, isn't that normal?

The navy doesn't rely on this stuff to arrest pirates!

We have high-purity seastone shackles, but most of the supplies are in Impel Down!

Zeff stared at Darren and said expressionlessly:

"Why didn't you tell me in advance?"

Darren spread his hands innocently and said:

"I just wanted to say that, but you kept interrupting me and asked me to punch you."

"I can't help it, right? Although I haven't heard of such a strange request, it's your order after all, and as a navy, my duty is to obey orders."

Here, he straightened his chest and looked righteous.

"Besides, I thought that with Mr. Zefa's strength, even if I didn't wear seastone shackles, I probably wouldn't be able to hurt you, so I just went for it."

Zefal: "..."

He pursed his lips, his voice was a little hoarse, and he muffled a sentence:

"Well, you did a good job."

"It was my carelessness. I didn't expect you to have done confrontational training with seastone."

"This... is very good."

Darren nodded and asked again:

"Then Mr. Zefa, what do you think of the power of my punch?"

"Although due to the pressure of the seastone "I feel very weak, but I used the punching technique taught by Vice Admiral Garp. "

"...Although it is still far from Vice Admiral Garp's requirements."

Zeff: "..."

He opened his mouth and said hoarsely:

"Well, it's not bad."

Darren breathed a sigh of relief and smiled:

"Thank you, Mr. Zefa, shall we start training now?"

"Well, wait for me."

Zeff said expressionlessly, then turned around and walked to the edge of the training ground.

He stopped there.

Then he bent down,

supported his knees with his hands,

and did it in one go.

"Ugh! !"

A large pool of yellow and white viscous liquid splashed on the ground.

Zefa wiped his mouth with his back to Darren, turned around and walked over again, and said calmly:

"The ingredients in the training camp may not be very fresh."

Darren: "..."

"Get ready, and start training immediately."

Zefa said hoarsely.

But somehow, Darren sensed a sense of danger in his tone, and a bad premonition surged in his heart.

Zefa took out a military Den Den Mushi from his arms and said in a deep voice:

"Gion, all of you come to the training ground to gather."

In less than half a minute, Gion and other training camp students all came to the training ground, looking at Darren and Zefa with doubts.

"Hey, Darren, why are you wearing shackles?"

Kuzan greeted Darren enthusiastically:

"Is this a new way of practice?"

Looking at the sea tower stone shackles on Darren's hands, his eyes suddenly burst into a fiery light.

"This is so cool!!"

Zeff glanced at them and

He said:

"Darren has been shackled with seastone and cannot use the power of the devil fruit. His strength is extremely suppressed."

"Now I will give you a task. No matter what method you use, no matter what means you use, as long as you hit Darren, you can get some credits, and the credits will directly affect your final graduation evaluation."

"If you fail to get credits, your training volume will be doubled in the next ten days."

After saying that, Zefa put his hands behind his back and made way. He gritted his teeth and whispered:

"Beat me to death!!"

Darren: ???

"Wait, Mr. Zefa..."

But before he could speak, he felt a pair of hungry wolf-like eyes staring at him.

A chill ran down his spine, and Darren turned his head stiffly, grinning:

"That... you are all classmates, comrades..."

"Hehehehe, I didn't expect you to have such a day..." Kaji said with his fingers in a wretched manner.

Kuzan's eyes spurted flames, and he said excitedly: "Great, I can finally fight you again!!"

Darren's mouth twitched, and he subconsciously looked at Gion for help: "Gion..."

Gion thought for a while, slowly pulled out the long sword at his waist, and smiled:

"In fact, I have wanted to do this for a long time."

Darren:...

He looked at Huoshaoshan.

The latter laughed honestly:

"I'm sorry, this is the order of Mr. Zefa."

The others also cast an apologetic look at Darren, and then they drew their sabers with excitement and even fanaticism, and their momentum continued to rise.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Darren always feels that there is an inexplicable pleasure in their eyes looking at him.

They have been waiting for this opportunity for too long! !

Darren's strength has long been deeply rooted in people's hearts, like a monster, far above the heads of all of them.

Many of them have been "abused" by the former.

Now there is a chance to beat Darren up "without responsibility", and they can't resist such temptation at all!

"Hey, hey, hey, you guys are not serious... Damn it!!"

Darren looked at the people who were walking towards him with a grin, and subconsciously took a fighting stance.

The next second——

Everyone rushed forward! !

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In the distance of the training ground, Zefa sat under a parasol, listening to Darren's screams, and couldn't help but curl up a comfortable smile at the corner of his mouth.

He lit a cigar happily, squinted his eyes and smiled and murmured:

"Darren boy, this is for your own good."

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