One Piece, I will gather the faith

After the Creek Pirates and Lake and others left, they saw a large number of navy rushing over without saying much, led by Smoker.

After learning the news that the Clark Pirates attacked the Frost Kingdom, Colonel Bell knew that his branch would definitely not be able to cope with it, so he directly called Smoker and asked him for rescue.

After all, he also knew Smoker's strength. As a rare natural fruit ability user, he could be said to have no rivals in the East China Sea, and he also knew the reason why Smoker appeared in the East China Sea.

So, although the two seemed to have similar ranks, he still consciously behaved like a subordinate.

It was a coincidence that it would take at least half a day to arrive at the distance of the naval base, but Smoker was carrying out the work of clearing pirates nearby. So after receiving the call, he came so quickly.

Looking at the bodies of the soldiers covered with white cloth, Smoker's face was serious.

"Where are the people from the Creek Pirates?" he asked sternly.

"Captain Smoker, the pirates have left." The Kingdom's Minister of Defense Baroka hurried forward to reply.

"Left? So fast? How long have they been gone?" Smoker asked.

"Almost an hour." Baroka sighed. Although the pirates had evacuated and they were safe, he still hoped that the navy could catch the pirates who killed so many of their soldiers.

"What on earth is going on? Who caused such a huge damage?"

Tashigi looked at the deep grooves on the steps and the smooth cuts on the railings, and looked in the direction of the water tower that was cut in half in the distance, and his face changed drastically.

"Tashigi, what's wrong?" Smoker was attracted by Dashigi's sudden breath and asked.

"Captain Smoker, such a cut seems to be caused by a powerful slash." Dashigi said seriously.

"Huh?" Smoker walked forward and checked it carefully.

"Such a slash, could it be done by a great swordsman?" He turned to Dashigi and asked.

"It's very likely," Dashiqi nodded, "Only a great swordsman can perform such a powerful air-breaking slash."

"Who caused it?" Smoker looked at Baroka and asked.

"It should be Priest Lake," Baroka replied, "But I only saw a flash of white light and didn't see him make a move clearly."

"Winks Lake?" Smoker said in surprise.

"Yes." Baroka nodded.

"How is this possible? Is he really a great swordsman? But he is so young." Dashiqi was a little unbelievable.

After all, two years ago, she had vowed that Lake was too young, and Colonel Bell also vowed that Lake had practiced for too short a time, so she directly judged that Lake could not be a swordsman.

However, the traces of destruction in front of her were obviously from the hands of a great swordsman, which means that Lake had already possessed the strength of a swordsman two years ago, otherwise the situation in front of her could not be explained.

Suddenly, she was confused.

Smoker's face was also uncertain at this time. Such strength was completely beyond his expectations.

Afterwards, he learned the details of the pirate attack from Baroka, and then took Dashiqi and others to Lake's villa camp.

......

A cool motorcycle covered with white smoke roared with a large fleet of navy and stopped in front of Lake's camp.

Lake had already received the news and knew that the navy would come, so he came out to greet them early.

The two sides met again, but the atmosphere was completely different from the last time. It was so solemn that it made people breathless, as if the next moment would be tense.

"Colonel Smoker, I wonder what you are doing here?" Lake took the lead in breaking the silence and asked lightly.

"I heard that you solved the pirate crisis in the palace, so I came to see the situation." Smoker responded coldly.

"Oh? I wonder what you want to know?" Lake asked neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"What deal did you make with the pirates leaving?" Smoker asked bluntly, with a hint of distrust in his tone.

"Do I need to trade anything with them?" Lake smiled and asked back.

"It seems that the slash in front of the palace was indeed made by you." Smoker stared at Lake with sharp eyes.

"All of them are powers given by God to protect his believers." Lake responded casually, and put on a pious prayer look with his hands crossed on his chest.

"Priest Lake, are you really a great swordsman?" Dashiqi, who was standing aside, was obviously more interested in swordsmanship and asked curiously.

"Great swordsman? Is this what you are talking about?" Lake pretended not to understand, and then waved his right hand casually.

Suddenly, a white light flashed across, leaving a deep mark on the ground.

Witnessing Lake casually swinging such a powerful slash, the navy was all shocked, and their expressions became more solemn.

The navy has a complete training system. Although many people are not strong enough, they still have some experience. They understand what this means.

The person in front of them has at least the strength comparable to the level of a vice admiral of the navy, and they are not someone they can provoke at will.

Smoker was also very surprised, and Dashiqi was so surprised that she couldn't close her mouth and was stunned.

After all, this is the realm she has always dreamed of.

Looking at Lake, who is younger than herself, she suddenly felt mixed feelings in her heart. After all, the gap in strength is too great.

Smoker was also surprised by Lake's strength. Although he was knowledgeable and a disciple of Zefa, he had seen many strong men, but whose strong man had this strength at such a young age.

At least, he didn't know.

Looking at the shocked expressions of the navy, Lake was very satisfied.

This is exactly what he did on purpose, to shock them, to let them know that he is not easy to mess with now, and not to cause trouble to him casually.

In this world where the strong are respected, strength is the best way to win respect.

He no longer needs to hide his strength, and he can't hide it. After all, he has already made a move in public, and so many people have seen it.

Smoker didn't ask any more questions and took everyone away. This can be regarded as respect for the strong.

......

"Bru Bru Bru..."

A warship on the sea is anchored far away from the coast. Suddenly, the sound of a Den Den Mushi came from the warship.

"Vice-Admiral Garp, it's Marshal Sengoku calling." A soldier shouted loudly with a telephone receiver.

At this time, Garp was holding a monocular telescope, observing the boy who was about to drive a small boat out to sea on the coast, and his face was obviously a little worried.

Garp did not put down the telescope, but shouted directly at the Den Den Mushi: "Zhan Guo, don't you know I'm on vacation? Why are you calling? Are you looking for trouble?"

"Garp, have you been on vacation too often recently? I have a mission for you now. Don't worry, it's in the East China Sea, and I won't let you go too far." The tone of the Den Den Mushi was flat, as if it didn't hear what he just said.

"What's the matter? I'm very busy now and don't have time." Garp said impatiently, but his eyes never left the boy and the boat in the distance.

"You, I won't waste my words on you! A remarkable person has appeared in the East China Sea. Smoker has just been reported. He is less than 20 years old, and his strength is at least at the level of a lieutenant general in the headquarters."

"Are you serious?" Vice Admiral Garp suddenly became alert, "You are not lying to me, are you?"

"Location, Harlan City, the capital of the Kingdom of Frost, name, Winx Lake. Go investigate."

"What? Sengoku, you! This is not close. If I go, I have to cross the entire East China Sea." Garp was obviously a little unhappy.

"I don't care. If you don't go, you won't have extra donut funds this year!" After saying that, Sengoku hung up the Den Den Mushi directly.

"You..."

Garp cursed while holding the telescope.