Pirate's Copy

Moen expressed surprise that Lereira became a chef.

After all, Lairila was able to function normally only because of the special nature of the domineering look. The profession of chef requires meticulous work, and a single mistake will cause a dish to be scrapped.

Can the invisible Lereira become a chef?

And he's a top chef?

Ain smiled at Moen, and left with Nami while remaining mysterious.

Moen scratched his head again and turned to look at Zefa.

Zefa shrugged, picked up the pen on the table and wrote something on the paper in front of him.

Moen leaned over and his expression immediately changed.

"Teacher! How can you recommend me to become the top commander of the guerrillas! That was your effort to organize it!"

Moen quickly held Zefa's hand, his tone was very urgent.

Zefa smiled and broke away from Moen's hand, sighing, "I'm old and can't do it anymore. The superiors won't let me idle and waste my combat power, and at the same time, because of my past, they won't let me Control some real power."

"I have trained the current three generals, most of the lieutenant generals, major generals, and countless field officers and lieutenants. It is impossible for the higher-ups to watch my reputation continue to grow."

"The Pirate Guerrillas are already the largest force with real power that the Warring States Period can give me."

"Originally, I thought that at the last moment of my life, I would fight the pirates. Those little guys knew my thoughts and volunteered to become members of the pirate guerrillas. In my eyes, the pirate guerrillas are the same as the death squads. Pretty much."

"Then you showed up. Not only are you top-notch in talent and potential, but you are also top-notch in character among the students I have ever seen. If Porusalino had half as much effort as you, I wouldn't be able to treat him with that bad temper."

"You are now a major general, and you will also have your own tasks. Whether you are accumulating experience in the four seas, or cleaning up pirates on the Grand Route, and guarding the stability of the sea, you cannot do without the troops under your command."

"I see the future of the navy in you, so I don't want the soldiers under me to die in vain following me."

"I can rest assured that they will be left to you."

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Zefa talked a lot, and his tone was very calm from beginning to end, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

Moen felt very uncomfortable. After getting along with him for nearly a year, Moen knew the loneliness and resentment in this old man's heart.

A family member was killed by pirates?

When did the Navy Headquarters become so vulnerable to attack?

Even the golden lion couldn't escape from the headquarters. How could a group of thieves kill the family members of the generals and then escape without a trace?

Taking students out for internship, how can it attract a big pirate with a bounty of hundreds of millions on just a training ship?

What are the cleaning troops in front doing for food?

What does the Navy's intelligence department do?

What does the CP organization of the world government do?

After all, Zefa is still not cruel enough!

If Zefa, like Garp, still has a young body and strength, it is impossible for his trainee ship to be attacked!

If Zefa could be half as scheming as the Warring States Period, and wasn't that general who wouldn't kill anyone, then his family wouldn't have been massacred by pirates!

Watching Zefa slowly sign his name on the document, tears overflowed from Moen's eyes.

He closed his eyes, with only six words in his mind.

Teacher, world government!

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In the martial arts arena, a group of marines without missions surrounded the entire venue.

They talked a lot, their eyes full of disbelief.

Because there are two people standing in the martial arts field preparing to fight. One is Rear Admiral Moen, who is currently very popular in the navy, and the other is a highly respected former naval admiral who has cultivated countless elite navy, and is currently the principal of the Naval Academy, [Black Wrist] Ze Law!

"Moen, although I have decided to hand over the pirate guerrillas to you, I must also be responsible for them. Come on, attack me with all your strength, and let me see if you are slacking off!"

Just now, Zefa suddenly decided to have a fight with Moen to check the progress of Moen's practice in the past few months.

Moen looked at Zefa, who had installed a huge crusher in front of him, took a deep breath, and his whole body turned into golden light.

"Lightspeed Kick!"

"Your ability to see and hear is too weak! This speed is not even 80% of Kizaru's!"

As the golden light flashed, Zefa wielded the crusher and punched hard, directly shattering the golden light.

Moeen condensed on the other side of the field, his right arm still red and swollen.

Taking a deep breath, Moen turned into golden light again and flew around Zefa.

Zefa also waved his arms from time to time, blocking Morne's attack with his armed domineering extension.

Garp outside the venue watched the battle very leisurely. He explained the battle situation in the venue very loudly to the three girls and a red nose beside him.

"Well, boy Moen is not very good. His knowledge, knowledge and color are not up to par, and there is no way to find Zefa's flaws." Garp shook his head, took a mouthful of senbei and continued to explain, "Zefa just needs to seize an opportunity. It will kill you with one strike."

Nami was very surprised. Moen, who was so powerful in her eyes, had not yet won?

Are all navies a bunch of monsters?

Bucky burst into tears. The navy is so powerful, will he never be able to get out?

"My uncle Bucky's treasure!"

"Guangyu!"

Morn appeared in the air, and with a wave of his hands, he emitted endless light bullets.

Zefa shouted coldly, and the crusher waved out an afterimage, blocking all the incoming light particles.

"Teacher, you are slacking off."

A cold voice came from Zefa's back, followed by a heavy kick carrying golden light.

Zefa, who was making moves to resist the light bullet, couldn't react in time at all. He could only condense the weapon color on his waist and forcibly blocked Morn's light-speed kick.

The strong recoil made Zefa stagger a few steps, but he still did not fall.

You know, after Jack was kicked in the head by Morn, he had no ability to resist at all!

"Bah!" Zefa spat, "Moen, if you still regard me as your teacher and use all your strength to kill Drought Jack, are your kicks just so powerful?"

Zefa could finally see that his disciple was much stronger than he had been against the Golden Lion before.

But for some unknown reason, I didn't use all my strength.

Are you afraid of being embarrassed if you fail?

Zefa thought it was not necessary, so he took out the teacher's majesty and asked Moen to release all his power.

"Teacher Zefa, if I attack with all my strength now, I don't know how strong I will be." Moen smiled helplessly, feeling the rapid loss of physical strength in his body, and sighed.

"Light speed fist, torn apart!"

Golden light flashed again, and Moen appeared in front of Zefa, the silver-white light on his fists very dazzling.

Zefa narrowed his eyes. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net I have never seen Moen use this trick before. It seems to be the result of going out to practice this time?

The crusher was swung, and Zefa and Moen had a head-on confrontation.

"Oops!" Garp threw away the senbei in his hand, armed with color and ready to stop the battle at any time.

He forgot to tell Zefa that this kid Moen went out and not only copied the fruit of disintegration, but also directly developed it into awakening!

That power is no less than that of Whitebeard!

Click!

Click!

There was a slight cracking sound, and Zefa felt the vibration coming from his arm, which surprised him.

There seemed to be something broken in the gap between the fists, and the terrifying impact tore apart the surrounding air.

"Kacha!"

"Bang!"

There was a sound of metal shattering and falling to the ground. Zefa looked at his arm in disbelief. The huge crusher had really turned into a "crushing" machine!

"This is impossible." Zefa shook his head. The crusher was made for him by the Navy's scientific research unit. Not only was it ingeniously made, but it also contained a lot of seastone. How could it be broken by Morn's fist? It’s over!

Moen retracted his fist, and the shattered air around him became calmer. He felt the physical strength in his body. One move of the light-speed splitting punch used up more than 50% of his physical strength!

"Teacher, I have acquired the ability to split into pieces and developed it to a profound level. There is nothing that I cannot split apart."

Moen smiled and stretched out his hand. A silvery white light enveloped his palm, and then the surrounding air began to twist rapidly, with white cracks as if the space had been shattered.

"you···"

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