Grand Admiral of the Pirates

Apparently Whitebeard was really passing through here, and although Sakaski was impulsive and wanted to go up and fight Whitebeard, when he was about to speak, Zefa’s hand was on his shoulder.

At this time, Sakaski could only close his mouth and watch the white-bearded pirate group go away.

“You want to provoke him?” Zefa said lightly.

Sakaski didn’t say anything, the clenched fists already said it all.

“Don’t try to be able to fight him, that man is not a golden lion, even at sea he can exert the strength of an absolute strongman, I’m not sure I can drag him down.” Zefa said.

“Phew!” Roy jumped down from the turrets and let out a breath.

“How?” Borusalino asked.

“It’s okay, it feels like he’s not giving it his all.” Roy shook his head and said.

“It’s right to have this awareness, that man is not such a person who can deal with now, and even the navy is not sure to move him.” Zefa said.

“New world, it’s terrifying, but our internship seems to be over.” Borusalino Road.

“Hmm.” Zefa nodded, looking at the forty people who were still behind him, he brought out a hundred trainees, and in the end, only these forty were still alive, Zefa didn’t know if his choice was right, but he was very pleased to see that the forty of them had gone from weak to now being able to stand alone.

“Go back to the headquarters, give you a lesson at the end, and those new cadets should also come.” Zefa said.

Hearing Zefa’s words, Roy remembered that it seemed that he had been in the elite camp for two years, and in these two years, they had spent a year in the elite camp camp, learning basic tricks, including various survival skills, six styles, physical skills, and sword skills.

The following year, they began to follow Zefa to sea, boarding naval ships as interns for a year of cultivation in the New World.

Unconsciously, two years have passed, they have also reached the day of graduation, and the next class is Kuzan their class, compared with their session, only Kuzan is more dazzling, and among the students of this class, there are three.

Hearing about the graduation, their hearts were overjoyed, and at the same time reluctant, Zefa took them in the new world, followed Zefa they learned a lot of things, and even several times their lives were saved by Zefa.

Suddenly said that he was going to graduate and leave the elite camp, and the people present were more or less reluctant, and among the people present, except for the guy from Borusalino, they were more or less reluctant.

“Go, go back to the headquarters.” Zefa said.

“Yes.”

Three days later, they finally returned from the New World and returned to the familiar training ground, where Zefa said to give them one last lesson, this one was important, they had only one enemy.

Zefa!

Their instructor, and now their final examiner.

“I don’t know how strong your strength is, but the only way to give you the final assessment is this method, let me truly experience your real strength, and see how strong your changes have been in the past two years.” Zefa said.

“We, do we want to go together?” Squirrel asked.

“Thirty-seven of you come up in four groups, Roy, Sakaski, Borusalino, you go alone.” Zefa said.

“Then let’s watch the play first.” Borusalino leaned to the side and looked at the square below.

Roy sat next to him, staring at Zefa, and soon they arranged for nine people to come out, the first three groups of people were a group of nine people, and finally ten people came up together.

“Come on, little ghosts, if you think that now you are bullying more and less, you are looking up to yourself, don’t think that you can compare with me after learning a little fur, you can hold on.” Zefa laughed.

“Then offend Zefa-sensei.” Dalmecia, who was among the first to lead the team, said.

“Little ghost, show all your strength.” Zefa laughed.

“Orc form.” Dalmecia drank lightly, and hair began to grow on his body, and black spots appeared on the white hair.

“Not long ago, I got a devil fruit from the enemy ship, and Dalmesia ate it, and the dog fruit Dalmatian barley town form.” Borusalino said.

“Animals are just fruits.” Sakaski said.

Roy looked at Dalmesia, this is the Lieutenant General Barley Town in the future top war, but his future appearance is not like this, in the future he will definitely be an animal fruit ability awakened, otherwise he can’t do local animal lineage, but similar to Luqi’s state of transformation and all changes, after awakening, he can make local changes in his body.

He kept the change in his head to strengthen his senses, and Omaimachi is a canine with great ability, first of all, great endurance, very fast running, and a strong body.

The dog’s sense of smell and senses are beyond that of humans, and why Dalmesia retains the change in his head is because this state is his strongest posture, obviously he can’t do it now.

“The animal department cannot be underestimated, and Dalmesia will be an excellent admiral in the future.” Roy said.

“You seem to be very optimistic about him.” Borusalino Road.

“I am very optimistic about all of them, including you, there is no one who can survive with me who is not the elite of the elite.” Roy said.

“Really talkative, no wonder your reputation among them is the best.” Borusalino Road.

In the past, Roy was not gregarious, and only knew how to cultivate silently.

However, in the days at sea, the squirrel, Dalmesia and others contacted more Roy and found that he was just a little introverted, and when Roy came forward, they would feel a sense of dependence, and after countless battles, they all trusted each other, and they were not happy to give their backs to Sakaski and Borusalino, because these two guys cared about them very hard.

But with Roy staring at them, they will feel very relieved, after a year of contact, Roy and their relationship is good, especially after getting along with them, Roy has begun to gradually integrate into it, and even they are very much Roy obeying Roy’s plan.

“Hands on.” Sakaski said lightly.

Roy’s eyes kept fixed on the square below, Zefa was now surrounded, nine people rushed forward, Jonathan and Dalmesia rushed to the front, and among the nine, the two of them were the strongest.

Unfortunately, in less than three minutes, all nine of them fell to the ground, and the armed domineering on Zefa’s two arms had not yet subsided, and he turned his head coldly to stare at the second group of humanitarians: “It’s your turn!” ”