"Welcome back Lynch Rear Admiral!"

On both sides of the pier, there were Marine soldiers in bright clothes standing.

When they saw Lynch's warship docking, they all shouted energetically.

"what's the situation?"

Lynch was stunned. He, a colonel, had a higher welcome posture than an Admiral.

He jumped off the warship, and just as he was about to ask what was going on, Garp came from the side laughing.

"Hahaha, boy Lynch, I heard that you met a dragon in East Blue. He didn't make things difficult for you, right?"

So that's what happened...

"No, Senior Long is easy to talk to."

"That's good, that's good. Let's go. That old guy Sengoku is still waiting for you."

Marshal's Office.

Garp Sengoku and Zephyr gathered in a circle and listened to Lynch talk about his experience at sea for more than a year.

"Ahem...ahem!"

As he listened, Sengoku's pupils gradually dilated, and he suddenly choked on the senbei in his mouth and coughed.

Garp squinted over, as if to say: When will you become as mature as me?

"You said you accidentally ate the phantom beast species when eating fruit!" Sengoku was shocked.

That was a species of phantom beast. He was the only one who owned the entire Marine, so he understood how valuable it was.

He almost died for the Big Buddha Fruit, but luckily for this kid, he picked one up for free.

This luck makes Sengoku envious.

"Lynch, don't worry about Sengoku, keep talking." Zephyr urged, he was enjoying listening to it.

"After that, I got a supremely sharp knife by chance, and then..."

"Wait!" Lynch was stopped again by Sengoku.

He accidentally pulled off a handful of his beard and said in shock: "You said you got a supremely sharp knife in that little place in East Blue?"

Sengoku's whole body was numb.

The ultimate sharp sword, the huge Marine doesn't even have one.

This kid is lucky, he got one casually.

Still in that little shitty place in East Blue.

"Um, do you have a problem, Marshal?"

The problem is big, okay!

Sengoku pretended to be mature and steady on the surface, "No problem, just keep talking."

"Okay, then I found an Admiral-level swordsman in East Blue. I tried to get him into Marine, but unfortunately I failed."

"But it's not without gain. He gave me his swordsmanship."

"So where is your strength now?" Zephyr looked at Lynch seriously.

His disciple's strength has improved too quickly.

In just over a year of going to sea, he first obtained the phantom beast seed fruit, then the supreme sharp sword, and the personal guidance of a great swordsman.

They didn't suspect that these things had any evil origins.

Because no one would be willing to give these treasures on the sea to others.

Lynch scratched his head and said modestly and uncertainly: "I haven't tested the limit, but I guess I can compete with Admiral, right?"

His physique and swordsmanship are both at level five.

Although fruit development and Haki are not as thorough as those developed by these older generations, it should not be a problem to fight against Admiral.

Even Admiral, a parallel import like Green Bull, still has the possibility of victory.

When the three heard this, they gasped at the same time.

If what Lynch said is true, Admiral, who is only 20 years old, is too scary.

"How about I arrange a contest between you and Kizaru?" Sengoku suggested.

Lynch knew that he wanted to test his strength, so he readily agreed: "Okay."

Half an hour later, in the training ground No. 7.

Kizaru yawned while slowly trimming his nails with nail clippers.

"Ah, you called me out from my nap just to fight with this brat?" Kizaru said helplessly.

"Kizaru, don't be careless, or you may suffer a loss." Sengoku kindly reminded.

Kizaru still didn't care.

He is forty-four years old and is more serious than a young man in his early twenties. He might as well kill him with a piece of tofu.

If it weren't for the fear of losing his year-end bonus, he wouldn't want to come.

Sengoku is also serious, asking him to play with the children.

"Hey, I'm going to move."

In order to finish typing and get off work early, Kizaru took the lead in taking action.

He turned into a stream of light, appeared in front of Lynch in an instant, and kicked him in the air.

Bang!

"It really blocked it!"

Sengoku looked at the court in surprise and saw Lynch not moving, blocking Kizaru's kick with just one arm.

Even though Kizaru didn't take it seriously, it was still shocking enough.

"oh?"

Kizaru looked at Lynch with interest, and the force on his legs gradually increased.

Lynch never moved.

"Kizaru-senpai, as a Logia, please don't compete with me."

Lynch grinned, used both arms to push Kizaru away.

Kizaru landed firmly and put away his laziness.

He also saw that the young man in front of him was extraordinary.

No wonder Sengoku called him out.

"Young Marine, I have to be serious next time, don't get hurt."

As he spoke, an Amancongyun sword shining with golden light appeared in Kizaru's hand.

"coming!"

Lynch pulled out Dragon Slayer, the blade of the sword burned with flames, and fought Kizaru head-on.

The more Kizaru fought, the more frightened he became. This young man's swordsmanship was actually not weaker than his!

In terms of swordsmanship, Kizaru was unable to defeat Lynch for a long time.

Zephyr nodded appreciatively, "Although Kizaru is not a professional swordsman, he is stronger than ordinary swordsmen due to his speed advantage."

"Lynch's swordsmanship has improved so much in just one year. It seems that what he said is true."

Lynch's every move is full of everyone's style, and it is obvious that he has been passed down by famous masters.

What they don't know is how much Lynch has suffered for his current swordsmanship.

The training scroll for triple swordsmanship was not mentioned for half a year once it was hung up.

He wakes up earlier than a donkey and goes to bed later than a dog.

Get up before dawn and practice until midnight.

Unable to defeat Lynch with swordsmanship, Kizaru decisively changed his moves.

He knew that he was called here to test Lynch, and there was no need to continue since the swordsmanship was deadlocked.

"I'm going to use my fruit power. If you can't hold on, give up as soon as possible. Don't hold on."

As a kind reminder, Kizaru turned into a stream of light and flew into the air, opening his hands.

"Eight-foot beautiful magatama!"

Hundreds of light bombs rained down overwhelmingly, causing a devastating blow.

"Boom..."

The ground was pockmarked and dusty.

Zephyr looked worriedly in the direction of the smoke.

"Don't worry, that kid hasn't even used the fruit yet." Garp comforted.

"Roar!"

A roar sounded, and then a terrifying figure rushed out of the smoke.

It was a monster seven meters tall.

His hands and important parts of his body were covered with dragon scales, and there were two sections of winding antlers on his forehead.

Many sharp barbs protruded from the joints and other places, and a black circle of burning flames hung behind him.

"By the way, what kind of phantom beast is that kid?"

Looking at Lynch's appearance, the three Sengokus fell into deep thought.

The characteristics of general phantom beast species are very obvious, and it goes without saying what kind of fruit it is.

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