One Piece’s Strongest Ice Dragon

A month later, the Navy Headquarters.

It seems that he felt the urgency of everyone. Along the way, Tam often encountered the windy days, so it took a lot less time than when they left.

Seeing the warships neatly entering the port and docking, Zefa showed a satisfied smile. At least...he'll be in a good mood until he knows about Tony.

Bang bang bang!

Bang bang bang!

Two consecutive shots were fired neatly, representing another warrior returning from a bloody battle. Hearing the gunshots, the busy soldiers at the port stopped one after another, stealing respectful glances at Flying Squirrel and Loya.

This kind of gaze became more intense after they saw the soldiers behind each other who were mostly bandaged.

Although I don't know what mission they are performing, it will definitely not be an easy job for the dignified navy to send out two lieutenant generals in the headquarters and still suffer heavy losses.

"I'm back..." Looking at the familiar scene in front of him, Loya sighed.

The past few months have made him really tired of watching the scenery at sea, and now he wants to go back to his big bed and have a good sleep.

After all, the back of Pippi shrimp is not a good place to sleep.

Through the crowd, he saw Zefa standing on the edge of the square at a glance, and that touch of purple was still so charming. So... Loa turned his head and pretended not to see it.

This tiny movement made Zefa's eyelids twitch for a while, because he suddenly had a bad premonition.

"salute!"

Accompanied by the cry of the team leader who greeted the team, a neat salute sounded at the port.

Amid the cheers of the crowd, a group of people stepped off the warship one by one.

And our Lord Zefa, staring at the wavebreakers, counted them one by one.

"Debert, Minder, Arudo...Simon is also there."

Then, there will be no more people going down on the warship.

"Wait a minute! There's one more left!" Zefa's eyes widened suddenly: "Yes,

Tony, Tony! "

At this moment, not only Loya, but even the flying squirrel felt a deep chill.

It was as if they were being targeted by some terrifying beast, and the biting icy cold rushed straight from the tailbone to their foreheads, causing them both to get goosebumps.

"This feeling... Loya, have you found anything?" The flying squirrel involuntarily touched the hilt of the sword and looked around vigilantly.

At the same time, he is also a little strange. This is the headquarters of the Navy. Who would show such strong...killing intent to them?

"Well..." Loya put his fingers on his face, and said without changing his face: "It should be Teacher Zefa."

Zefa...

Flying Squirrel suddenly felt that it was a very wrong decision to drag on and dare not tell Zefatoni before.

"Hey, Loya, is my wavebreaker doing okay? I..." Jim, who was running over here, waved to Loya with a look of anticipation waiting for the evaluation.

However, before he finished speaking, he saw Loya soaring directly into the sky, flying into the sky in the blink of an eye. Then, the one who stayed in place was a flying squirrel that looked like he could not love salted fish.

Just when he was at a loss, a purple figure suddenly appeared behind him. The pitch-black fist represented that the opponent wrapped himself with a domineering armed color, and he was aggressive.

"Bastard! You bring me back!"

Zefa angrily crossed the top of his head and punched Loya on the horizon.

This move is very familiar to Loya, because in the battle with Zefa, Zefa has used it countless times against the terrifyingly fast moving speed.

As a pure body technique powerhouse, or a former admiral of the navy, whoever thinks that Zefa and the others have no way of long-range attack would be very wrong!

And Zefa was more serious than Karp, and he had no interest in throwing shells. So his long-range attack is a kind of air cannon that compresses the air and shoots out by punching at extreme speed.

This move is somewhat similar to the impact of the bear's paw formed by a bear slapping the air, but with a smaller killing range and range.

But within the range and the killing radius, the power of this move is extremely powerful!

"Damn it! You didn't hit so far last time, who are you fooling!" Loya was startled at first, but then reacted and teased Zefa.

However......

"Who told you that the old man was fighting the air!" Zefa showed a wicked smile, and he became a little more cunning after contacting Loya more.

Whoosh...bang!

A thing directly hit Loya in the air, knocking him down directly from the air.

In the shattered ice, some black and silver-white metals were very conspicuous under the sunlight.

"Uh...that's, a lighter?"

Flying Squirrel silently watched this scene and shivered involuntarily.

People who smoke... so scary.

Loya, hit the middle!

......

Dusk has come, and the magnificent naval headquarters is bathed in the afterglow of the sunset. The light from the setting sun on the sea, like many gold needles and silver threads, swayed with the water waves.

Everything is so beautiful and peaceful...

At least, the place outside the "courtyard" of the elite camp on the second floor of the fortress is quiet and peaceful.

"Using a lighter is a heresy!" Loya smashed the stone table in front of Zefa with a heavy foot. Between the rubble sputtering, he raised the matchbox in his hand high.

"To feel the true aroma of a cigar, a match is the right way! Don't you think so, Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel?"

Uh... this is it.

The flying squirrel rolled the eyes of the dead fish, and the purple hairs of the moxie on its head were drooping on both sides: "I don't like smoking cigars very much, I really don't know that."

After all, can you not bring the topic to me?

Didn't you see Teacher Zefa's face turning black?

Sure enough, after Loya finished speaking, Zefa smashed his head directly with a fist, and instantly shook his head into the soil in front of him.

"Is I talking about this problem now? I'll teach you a lesson if I mess up again!!"

So, can we say this before we fight?

Loya pulled himself out with a look of helplessness, sat back in his seat, put his hands on his knees, and said obediently, "Okay Teacher Zefa, no problem, Teacher Zefa."

Although the attitude is much better now, where does this urge to hit people come from?

After teaching a certain unreliable disciple a little, Zefa sighed heavily: "Hey, I really don't know if you are right or wrong."

Granted, they agreed to keep Tony and Shanks together for good reason.

However, the other party is the Fourth Emperor after all!

In all fairness, Zefa also believes that Shanks is a man who is trustworthy and entrusted, unlike those vicious pirates. But as a teacher, as well as the chief instructor of the naval recruit battalion, Zefa was extremely angry at Tony staying with Shanks.

In a big way, this is tantamount to betraying the Navy!

But fortunately, there is the blood marrow worm, which can make him feel a little more at ease.

He can only comfort himself like this now, saying that Tony did this for the sake of countless people.

"I will announce the matter of Tony as missing..." Zefa smoked a cigar and said lightly: "But I won't hide it from the Warring States side. So, a year later, Loya... ..."

"Yes!"

Loya stood up and saluted.

"If Tony doesn't want to come back, or even say that he has become a pirate." Zefa's voice suddenly became cold: "You know what to do!"

Ah yes, I know.

Loya calmly looked at the pair of eyes full of contradictions and pain, and nodded solemnly: "I know, Teacher Zefa. After all..."

"We are the Navy!"