This navy can deal with him, how dare he kill White Beard!

He glanced at Beckman,

"Beckman...do you understand?"

Beckman nodded,

"That means we have to risk our lives."

The redhead took a deep breath,

"Yes."

He said cautiously.

The navy in front of him is worth risking their lives...

Go all out!

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I apologize to the bosses, and I will do a self-reflection. I can't finish writing the plot of this volume today.

At first I thought it was okay, but as I wrote it, I found that if I wrote it in the original length, the ups and downs of the plot and the feeling would be wrong, and it seemed too hasty.

This book is written here, I don't want to pass it hastily, after all, the boss who chased here will probably finish reading the book.

So I still decided to write well, slow down a little bit, and end this volume with a high quality, not to catch up with the progress.

Still the same sentence, whether it is the finale of this volume or the last volume, it will be delivered perfectly, please be patient.

In addition, as an apology, this chapter has been updated.

good luck.

Chapter 115 Years, Don't Forgive

pat! !

The sound of military boots stamping on the rain can be heard.

In the splashing rain, a tall figure waved a heavy mechanical arm, blasting pieces of rain.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom! !

Successive explosions and shock waves exploded deep in the jungle. As the battle progressed, the jungle within a few kilometers has been completely wiped out. The vegetation burned on the ground and was quickly doused by the torrential rain, showing a bare scorched black .

Keng!

The famous sword entwined with domineering aura fell from mid-air, and was clamped tightly by the huge mechanical arm.

blocked?

No.

Not completely blocked!

In an instant, a black-red storm suddenly exploded out of thin air, crashing into Zefa's chest!

Overlord-colored intertwined air attack!

boom!

The vast air wave suddenly bloomed, and amidst the thick smoke and exploding dust, Zefa's heavy figure staggered back several steps, stomping on the muddy ground under his feet to splash mud.

The domineering black and shiny military color covered his entire upper body, and then slowly faded away.

But the terrifying impact of the overlord's domineering aura entangled in the red hair's sword still made him feel a tightness in his chest.

A puddle of thick blood spilled from his mouth, but it was washed away by the cold rain in an instant.

Just at this time,

A ghostly figure appeared behind Zefa.

Ben Beckman!

I saw that his eyes were full of coldness, and he kicked Zefa's waist horizontally with a domineering kick wrapped in armed colors!

clap clap clap!

The air was covered with rain, and it was kicked by Beckman with ripples and muffled noises.

Zefa gritted his teeth, stepped back on the muddy ground with his right foot, turned around with his right foot as the axis, and punched out! !

boom--! !

The pitch-black fist and long legs collided heavily in mid-air, and under the domineering confrontation of armed colors, a surging air wave exploded, causing the sky and the rain to fly sideways and upside down.

clack clack...

The ground beneath the two of them groaned unbearably, and countless cracks spread in all directions centered on the two of them. The structure of the plot was collapsing, and rolling rocks and tree wreckage kept rolling down into the depths of the cracks.

In the storm, the large black cloak behind Zefa suddenly raised high!

He roared with tearing eyes:

"Little devil, your domineering... is too soft!!"

As soon as the words fell, the muscles on Zefa's arm swelled in large areas, the veins protruded like earthworms, and the violent armed domineering wind wrapped around it like cherry blossoms and flames.

Ben Beckman's face changed, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

"Black Wrist!!"

With a shout, the power from Zefa's fist poured out boundlessly!

Click!

In Beckman's tightly constricted pupils, tiny cracks appeared in the armed domineering armor on his feet!

What a powerful armed color domineering!

The next second—

Boom!

The second impact of the armed domineering force exploded.

Under the impact of the incomparable vastness, Beckman's body flew upside down like a cannonball, knocking down several charred giant tree wreckages before slowly stopping his figure.

He only felt a salty taste suddenly gushing out of his mouth, and bursts of numbness and pain came from his feet, which made him frown uncontrollably.

"The legend of the old navy who won the name of "Black Arm" by virtue of his powerful armament and domineering... is so powerful that it is unimaginable..."

Beckman raised his hand to wipe away the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and narrowed his eyes to observe the former admiral in the distance who was leaning on his knees in the heavy rain, bent over and panting, with a deep light shining in his indifferent eyes.

"However, after all, you are about to reach your limit, right?"

"Years will not spare anyone in this world."

This battle has lasted for a full half a day.

The jungle on the deserted island was completely devastated by the battle of the three, and it was all reduced to ashes and ruins.

Beckman glanced in the direction of the red hair, and saw the same dignified and stern eyes of the latter.

And he and the red-haired two also suffered serious injuries.

But since their condition is not very good, it means that the respectable former admiral's condition will only get worse.

Anyone can see that Zefa's physical condition is far from the peak period of the year.

The hoarse and chaotic breathing sound like a bellows in battle,

The slow and sluggish movements obviously don't match his majestic aura,

And the blood and breath that are gradually falling from the body,

Everything,

It is enough to show that the old man in front of him has reached the end of his strength.

Rao is so,

Neither the red hair nor Beckman dared to relax in the slightest.

Because they saw Zefa's eyes.

It is a kind that will not be changed by the years and will not be affected by the body.

Even if you are seriously injured and exhausted,

He still has sharp, rock-like eyes.

"Little devil, you talk too much nonsense..."

Zefa, who supported his knee with one hand, took a sharp breath of air, his face turned red and pale, and he raised his head again.

He gasped, his voice hoarse as if his throat had been burned.

"Why stop?"

"This is looking down on the old man, do you want to give the old man enough time to rest?"

He grinned grimly.

"bring it on!"

"I haven't fought so happily for a long time!!"

He stepped out.

A deeper and more majestic aura rose up around his body, making the rain-stained black cloak dance wildly.

boom!

A huge hole exploded in the ground under his feet, and Zefa's figure flew out of the spot like a cannonball, shooting towards Beckman.