Pirate: Yamato is here, Kaido is coming to kill him!

A few minutes passed.

Kaido is back.

Holding a wooden stick in his hand.

That's right, just bare wooden sticks, not mace.

Mo Long just wanted to ask, why not mace.

Kaido spoke in advance, looked at Molong and nodded and said, "Little ghost, you are very good, you actually did not take advantage of Lao Tzu's kung fu to make a mace for you to escape."

"Kaido, why are you still saying such things?"

Although Mo Long thought about running away, he definitely couldn't say it.

Directly accused Kaido, "I said it all, if I stay, I can marry Yamato, take over the Hundred Beast Pirates, and walk to the peak of my life, facing such a great future, how could I choose to escape?"

"Isn't this like a pet cat, obviously you can enjoy the favor of a shovel officer, but you want to choose to go out and wander by yourself, isn't that stupid?"

"Kaido, do you think I'm stupid?"

Moron looked at Kaido and asked.

Kaido shook his head, "You shouldn't be stupid, but it's cunning."

"Little ghost, no matter what you say now, Lao Tzu will not believe it, unless you prove your talent to Lao Tzu, instead of talking to Lao Tzu like now."

"A strong person, who proves to others that he is strong, often punches others with his own fists, rather than saying to that person, I am strong."

"So, you get it?"

"You just say that you are talented, how can I believe this? With the kung fu of this cannon, you might as well hurry up and train Lao Tzu in thunderous gossip, and when the time comes, hit Lao Tzu's face with thunderous gossip. Let Lao Tzu feel ashamed of not trusting your words, and have no place to be self-contained. "

After that....

Kaido directly threw the imitation mace wooden stick with a large head and a small tail in front of Molong.

This wooden stick, which comes out without spikes, looks no different from Kaido's mace.

After throwing the stick in front of Molong.

Kaido walked to the edge of a large rock, sat down, and untied the wine jug around his waist.

Just like that, I sat on the ground, backed against the rock, and began to drink good wine.

See this....

What can Molong say?

He didn't say anything.

Take a few steps forward, bend over, and pick up the stick.

I weighed it in my hand, and it was quite heavy.

I'm afraid there are ten pounds, right?

Mo Long can imagine that with his ordinary physique, holding a ten-pound wooden stick and waving, I am afraid that the arm that will get tired in less than a few minutes may not be his own.

But....

Even if he knew it would be like this, he could only practice.

How else?

Can't you just stand like a fool with a wooden stick like this?

"Whew..."

Molong walked over to the face of the hill that had been half-destroyed by Kaido.

Holding a wooden stick in his hand.

Learn Kaido, step forward with your left foot.

However, when Kaido stepped on it, the ground cracked directly.

He stepped on it like this?

I almost felt numb in my feet.

But this is also a matter of course, what kind of monster physique is Kaido?

What kind of ordinary physique is he?

Can't compare at all, right?

"Thunder gossip!!"

Molong learned Kaido and roared.

With his right hand, he brandished a wooden stick and smashed it towards the rock wall.

He was expecting a miracle.

But....

A miracle is called a miracle because it is not easy to happen.

So....

Mo Long smashed a stick on the rock wall, but still used full force.

As you can imagine, what will happen?

The action of forces is mutual.

When Molong exerted his full force against the rock wall, the reaction force from the impact of the rock wall also directly acted on the wooden rod in Molong's hand, and then transmitted from the wooden rod to Molong's palm, and then through the palm to the entire arm.

Then the whole body is transmitted by the arm....

Therefore, when this stick goes down, the rock wall is not knocked down by a single debris.

And himself, because of the reaction force, the whole person is trembling.

The palms hurt, the arms were numb, and the whole body was trembling like ripples....

Far away....

Kaido saw this scene and smiled disdainfully, "This little ghost is really good, he actually used his full strength in the first practice, is he stupid, or is he really confident in himself?" He

shook his head.

Kaido left Molong alone and continued to drink!

And next....

Mo Long began to practice thunder gossip non-stop.

On the empty island, only the four words of thunder and gossip kept ringing.

"Thunder gossip!"

"Bang!"

"Thunder gossip!"

"Bang!"

"Thunder gossip!"

"Bang!"

Every time he shouted thunder gossip, Molong would smash the wooden stick on the rock wall, making a bang.

Under the efforts of Molong.

A pothole also appeared on the originally flat rock wall.

The so-called dripping water through stones.

Dripping water is able to penetrate stones.

He kept smashing with a wooden stick and smashed a hole in the rock wall, which is reasonable, right?

That's it....

From dawn to dark.

Molong didn't know how many times he had smashed it.

Sweat, don't say that the clothes are soaked.

Even the ground under his feet appeared a puddle.

Mo Long even felt that his arms, and even his body, were not his own.

Now, all he has left with instinct, is constantly waving a wooden stick.

"Thunder gossip!"

"Bang!"

"Click!"

With Molong's continuous efforts, Lei Ming gossip was not learned.

But the wooden stick in his hand had been broken into two sections.

To say a word.

This is not the first wooden stick he has practiced.

But the fourth!

After all, the trees on the island are just ordinary trees.

Cut into wooden sticks by Kaido, it is not very strong.

Being smashed towards the rock wall by Molong like this, naturally it will not survive for long.

The sound of a wooden stick breaking, like the sound of a switch being pressed.

Mo Long's whole person, directly facing the ground, fell straight down.

I couldn't hold on any longer.

This was the only thought left in Molong's mind after he fainted.

After a while....

Kaido came from a distance.

Looking at Mo Long lying on the ground, a trace of admiration arose in his heart.

"Obviously just an ordinary person, can actually train so desperately? Little ghost, your efforts, Lao Tzu felt it. "

Although from day to night, half a day passed.

Molong is the essence of thunderous gossip that has not been learned.

It's just a wooden stick and smashing it hard against the rock wall.

But...

This effort, this persistence, this fighting spirit, still touched Kaido very much.

If such a person cannot succeed, then who can succeed?

Perhaps, Molong may not have talent.

But hard enough.

Kaido somewhat recognized Molong with a daytime review.

If Molong knew Kaido's thoughts, he would be very relieved.

I feel that my performance is not in vain.

That's right....

Mo Long knew that it was impossible for him to create miracles and learn thunder gossip.

He is not a person in this world.

So, if you can't learn, why do you still fight so hard?

Naturally, it created a false impression for Kaido, making Kaido mistakenly think that he believed in his talent and felt that he would definitely be able to learn, so he worked so hard.

Otherwise, a person who knows that he can't learn will train hard?

Just like a student who knows that he can't get into college, will he study hard?

Naturally not.

As long as he can give Kaido a talent that he believes in himself, then Kaido will definitely let his guard down and give him a chance to escape.

In order to escape from Kaido, in order to survive.

What is this effort and hard work?

Men, be cruel to yourself!

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