days in the world of pirates

Sure enough, something was going to happen. When Flying Squirrel asked others to change weapons just now, he gave Mo Sen a vague look.

Mo Sen's facial features were so sharp that he immediately felt a wave of malicious emotions.

So, after he left last night, what did that big boss Xiu Zuo say to Flying Squirrel?

What an unreliable guy. It was a waste of time to fall in love with him.

at this time,

Not only Mo Sen, but several other people were even more surprised.

Yes, Mohsen is very strong.

They thought they couldn't compare, but with these 10 or so people dealing with Mo Sen at the same time, they felt that they could definitely save him.

Looking at the dozen or so people across from him, including Lao Wa, who were all eager to try, Mo Sen had a dark look on his face.

Why, I still want to take this opportunity to show my presence.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

Are you too arrogant or do you think I can't handle the knife?

So Mawson raised his hand and reported: "Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel, I think it's unfair."

The flying squirrel turned to Mo Sen and thought, didn't Xiu Zuo say that this kid loves being in the limelight the most?

However, the decision cannot be changed. It took a lot of effort to come up with this wonderful idea. Besides, Mo Sen has the fruit ability and should not be injured.

The flying squirrel was about to speak when he heard Mo Sen speak again and almost couldn't hold back a mouthful of blood.

"This is too unfair to a dozen of them. What if I accidentally injure them? Add more people to them."

Mo Sen's face was indifferent, and he couldn't hide the smile at the corner of his mouth. He felt very comfortable after pretending.

The dozen or so people in the second echelon are very excited. Although we are not as good as you, we are still elite students in the recruit camp.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

"Too arrogant, Mawson!"

"You can't pretend I didn't hear what you said."

"I have to teach him a lesson."

"I've long been unhappy with his face. It's just that he's good-looking, but he's still so strong." Brother, I'm sure you're not praising him.

Flying Squirrel was very satisfied with the effect. Sure enough, Mo Sen was just as Xiu Zuo told him yesterday...interesting.

Shuzuo: It’s so funny, you obviously hate it, okay?

In this way, you don't have to worry about other people not contributing because of their mentality. They are all elites in the recruit camp. You force us to admit it, but if you are so arrogant that you don't take a dozen of us seriously, that would be too much.

"Everyone, get ready!"

The flying squirrel looked at the dozens of people whose emotions had been aroused and stopped wasting time.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

"start!"

When the voice fell, two people had appeared in front of Mo Sen. It was Lao Wa who was in the same dormitory and another swordsman elite.

Both of them have learned how to shave, so they can be one step ahead of others.

One on the left and one on the right, two of the three knives slashed at Moson's upper body, and one stabbed him insidiously straight into the waist.

Mo Sen's [Paper Kite] was not unsheathed, and he clicked three times on the three swords casually.

Whether it was the sinister Lao Wa with one sword or another elite with two swords, they were all repelled.

Mawson's feet were still standing on the same spot without moving.

"Just relying on you two is not enough. You must know that I not only rely on my appearance, but also my strength... Of course my strength is worse than my appearance, and that is not something you can compare with. Let's all come together!"&1t;i

>&1t;/i>

I have to say that Mawson was so sarcastic that even the flying squirrel beside him wanted to go up and chop him with a knife.

At this time, he vaguely felt that perhaps inviting Mawson to work for him seemed like a mistake.

"Arrogant." "Suffer death."

Who can bear this? A dozen people don't care about anything else.

Three or two formed a small battle group and surrounded Mawson from all sides at the same time, slashing at him from all directions without blind spots.

This kind of small-scale group combat is no different from a large group of pirates.

Needless to say, these elite students have personal abilities, and they are also very skilled in group combat. Three or two are divided into a small team, and two or three attack at the same time, while the others are waiting for opportunities on the periphery.

Elite students have a very clear idea. Your fruit ability can deflect attacks, but when the attack power reaches the upper limit of your fruit ability, it will take effect.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

The imagination is rich and the reality is very skinny.

Although Mo Sen's knowledge is not powerful yet, the elite recruits are still unable to hide under the domineering power of knowledge.

All attacks are perceived in slow motion. This powerful ability seems to have its own intelligence and orbital calculation. Every attack can be predicted and the body can avoid it.

but,

Mawson had never been besieged by such a strong and elite team before, and his movements were a little panicked at first.

His back was slashed twice by Lao Wa and a guy who was good at sneak attacks. Although his body slipped away from the attack, his shirt was cut open.

After dodging and blocking a few rounds of attacks, Mawson became more comfortable, and the group taunting started.

"Hey, I asked you, have you not eaten? Are you trying to tickle me with this attack?"&1t;i>&1t;/i>

Mo Sen held a knife to split the attacks of the two people in front of him, and suddenly he jumped into the air to avoid a knife stabbed at the vital part by a wretched guy.

Monkey steals peach?

"This is too much, brother. It seems I need to teach you a lesson."

Mo Sen in the air turned around, and [Paper Kite] instantly appeared above the head of the person who had just attacked.

The sharp whistling sound and the fierce wind pressure suppressed the guy who had just attacked. The standard long knife in his hand was cut off as soon as he could lift it up, and he secretly screamed "he is going to die".

Mo Sen slashed with the knife in his hand and switched from chopping to slapping. With a 'pop' sound, there was an obvious knife mark on the old man's face and his mouth was crooked.

The body flew backwards and backwards, and for a moment there was chaos.

He turned sideways to avoid the knife in his back, with the knife's handle pointing backwards. Before the person who made the knife had time to react, he was hit in the face by the knife's handle, and fell to the ground without saying a word.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

"The feeling of being slapped in the face is really refreshing. No wonder the bosses are so fond of my stunning blue face."

Mo Sen was in a happy mood and seemed to have found a new direction in life.

At this time, two knives struck him from the right side of his body at the same time, one slashing towards his right arm and the other towards his waist.

At the same time, a long knife slashed his head from the front, and a slender blade with a T-shaped pattern on the left stabbed silently, with an inexplicable aura lingering on the tip of the knife.

Just when Mawson was dodging slashes from other directions, a sense of danger came from the left side. When there was no time, he used paper painting, but it was still a little slower.

A slight wound was cut by a blade wrapped in a military color.

It was Lao Wa's knife in the dormitory.

"Oh haha, Lao Wa has made great progress. The warm-up is over. I'm going to attack!"

The small wound had no impact on Mo Sen, but after fighting the flying squirrel for so long, he should have seen the level of swordsmanship in everyone.

So, it's time for me to perform.

【shave】

Mo Sen no longer held back, rushed directly into the crowd, and hit the two people in front of him twice with the blade of his knife, sending them all flying.

The others quickly retreated, holding knives across their chests to block.

However.

"It's too slow, you all, fall down!"

Mo Sen's speed increased again, and now no one's vision could keep up with his speed.

Just listen to "bang... bang... bang... ah..."

There was a burst of noise and screams, and everyone flew out and lay on the ground groaning. There were no wounds on their bodies, but their heads turned into pig heads.

Mo Sen's [Paper Kite] put the sword into its sheath, folded his hands in front of his chest, and looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle.

"Who else?!"