days in the world of pirates

Parting is always sad.

Early the next morning, when the first ray of dawn appeared under the distant blue sky, Capmosun and his party set out on the road to Windmill Village.

When Mawson woke up in the morning, he was still a little hungover.

Yesterday, he first drank a bottle with Keno's adoptive father.

The game officially begins after returning to the base.

In this era when sailing is basically based on sailing, wine is an indispensable thing for men on the sea.

In particular, Mawson returned to the base as a major general after more than a year. Although everyone admired him, it was impossible for everyone to feel a little bit sad.

No one is a sage, how can he not have emotions and desires?

I don’t know which one to start with, but now it’s all right, everyone, whether they recognize him or not, comes to toast him.

No matter how good he is at drinking, he can't withstand so many people taking turns fighting.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

In the end I had to seal the cup and stop.

Even so, his body was almost reaching its limit.

He also put aside training at night, took a shower and slept until his biological clock woke him up the next day.

After a good physical training, all the hangovers disappeared.

He didn't go to say goodbye to Keno, and he would take her to the naval academy in a year or two when Keno was old enough.

Everyone has the right to choose their own life and must be responsible for their own choices.

During this period, she was left to accompany her adoptive parents who had chosen not to have children again. If she changed her mind by then, there would be no need to mention it.

If she had still wanted to become a navy at that time, he would have helped her fulfill her dream.

Family, aren’t they the people who spare no effort to support you after you make your own choice!&1t;i>&1t;/i>

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Under the golden morning sun, Mawson took off his shirt, revealing his ivory white and extremely muscular upper body.

Opposite him is Garp in beachwear with a yellow upper body and a gray lower body.

Naturally, there is no way for two people to fight on the deck.

However,

Combat does not necessarily have to cause widespread destruction to be powerful.

Today's Garp is teaching him how to use smaller power to exert greater strength.

And, how to exert one's full strength without causing any external force.

For example, if a person's punching power is 100, an untrained person may only be able to swing 50% of it.

The more a trained person controls himself, the stronger his power will naturally be.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

If you can completely control yourself, you will certainly be a top player at the same level.

In fact, taijutsu has a similar principle, it is not just about improving physical strength to make the body stronger.

It also allows you to have greater control over your body and make your moves more powerful.

In short, try to have 100% control over your body.

This is not only useful for the body, but also for fruit development and domineering cultivation.

Under the condition that both have fruit domineering, whoever opens it deeper will naturally have more control, that is, who is more powerful.

Of course, nothing is absolute. The situation changes rapidly during battle, and some accidents are out of your control.

Mawson, who has mastered the restitution of life, understands these principles clearly.

Old Man Garp has been fighting with a pair of iron fists for most of his life, and his reputation is well-known throughout the sea. Of course, Mawson knows how valuable his experience is.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

So I naturally studied seriously.

The soldiers on the battleship also focused all their attention on the two men after work.

The combat power of these two people is naturally infinitely higher than theirs, but what they have learned through experience is their own thing.

Isn't the improvement in strength just accumulated bit by bit?

Whoosh!

A colorless domineering energy suddenly wrapped around Mo Sen's knife, and it collided with Garp's fist.

After the collision, Mawson took three steps back, and his flip-flops made a crunching sound on the wooden deck.

But old man Garp remained motionless.

Neither of them used their full strength. This is nonsense. If they used their full strength, they could dismantle the entire ship with just the power transmitted by their bodies.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

Although he backed away, Mo Sen's face was full of smiles.

Finally, Armed Color Haki is no longer a naughty kid who refuses to listen to anything.

The domineering force he used just now was channeled by himself.

Although it still works sometimes and sometimes not.

This has come a long way.

After having a successful experience, Mawson's fighting spirit increased greatly.

He smiled and said: "Come again!"

If you continue to bully me, you will be stabbed in the chest.

Garp lightly blocked his chest with one fist, and punched him straight with the other.

Mo Sen drew his knife and turned around to block.

boom!

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The discussion between the two lasted from sunrise to breakfast time.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

In the fight that lasted for more than an hour, Mawson was hit by Garp's fists 99 times in total. The punches were hard to the flesh, and more than ten of them were on the face.

If it weren't for the fact that the fruit's ability has now been greatly enhanced, his face would have been beaten into a pig's head.

Although Mawson hit Garp with at least a hundred cuts, none of them were effective.

They were all blocked by the armed colors.

Mo Sen was so angry that he gritted his teeth, this bastard old man.

Another entry was made in the little notebook, and the fist on the face had to be retrieved twice as much.

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Goa Kingdom Windmill Village.

This small village is basically isolated from the urban center of the Goa Kingdom, and lies between the two is the vast Gorbo Mountain.

The windmill village under the sun is just like most quiet small villages in the world, quiet and peaceful.

Unlike other places, this is the place where naval hero Garp was born.

Except for the occasional bandit who doesn't know the heights of the world, he will come to this village.

Not long ago, a wave of bandits had a conflict with a group of pirates staying here, and they all died here.

During this period of time, no bandits dared to come and run wild in this small village.

Although the powerful pirate group has left for a while.

Located in the center of Windmill Village is Maginot's Tavern, which grew up in Windmill Village.

It was lunch time, and the tavern was full of people who had finished their work in the village.

Because Maginot's cooking and wine-making skills are commendable, and the price is not expensive, many working villagers like to come here to fix their own five internal organs temple.

Of course, what's more important is that the landlady is gentle and kind.

However, since a group of pirates used this place as their base, even if a few of the villagers had any thoughts about the proprietress, they only dared to keep it secret.

After all, life is more important than this.

Taking advantage of the busy schedule, Maginot behind the bar was wiping the wine glass with a piece of cloth.

At this moment, the door of the tavern was pushed open by a small figure.

A little carrot-head wearing a straw hat, a white vest and blue shorts appeared in the tavern.

"Mackino, I'm so hungry. Is there anything to eat?"