An infinite journey starting from the big pirate

Just when Carlo and the flying squirrel were fighting, several conspicuous figures walked in at the school gate.

"Hahaha, only you, Gion, know the teacher best."

When the two doormen saw the figure walking at the front, they immediately stood up and made a standard ninety-degree bow.

I saw the man with a bright purple crew cut, wearing a cool black jacket and a purple tie on his chest. He was surprisingly tall and laughing.

On his broad shoulders, there was a cute little loli sitting, chewing a meatball in her mouth. Who could it be if it wasn't Gion who just disappeared?

"I'm so envious. The marshal's granddaughter is rich enough to go to that meatball shop."

Behind Zefa, a beautiful girl with long pink hair poked the person beside her and said, "Hey, Smoker, you can buy it for me too. I really want to taste the taste of that store. I heard they are all from Neptune." Kind of meat.”

The young man known as Smoker held two cigars in his mouth. He glanced at the girl beside him and said disdainfully, "I can't afford it. Besides, Tina, with your family background, that store is just a small business." Right? If you want to eat, you can just go there by yourself. I’m afraid only people with too much money and no place to spend it, and ignorant girls like you will go to that black shop.”

If Carlo had been there, he would have recognized these two characters immediately. Tina, who has the threshold fruit ability, and Smog, who has the smoke fruit ability.

Both of them appeared in a lot of scenes in the original work. Among them, Smoker was portrayed as Luffy's old enemy at the beginning. He almost killed Luffy and chased Luffy all the way from the East China Sea to New Zealand. world. As a result, because he couldn't catch up with Luffy's growth rate in the new world, he was gradually left behind.

But at this time, both Tina and Smoker were still young students in the military academy and had not yet graduated from Zefa.

"What is an ignorant girl?"

Tina, who was still a seventeen-year-old girl in her prime, pouted and said, "Isn't this a very beautiful legend? As long as you take your loved one there, the two of you can be together forever after eating the same meatballs."

Smoker immediately rolled his eyes, "Those are all lies to children. That uncle specially picked out the Neptunes in heat, and he could catch two at once. In my opinion, it's not bad if they both die in love."

"Nonsense, aren't Marshal Kong and his wife like this? There are also Lieutenant General Minghuo and Lieutenant Yuquan, Lieutenant General Garp and..."

"It's just a coincidence. They happened to go there to eat once before they got married! The shop owner must have been their subordinate. They just took care of business."

Seeing Tina continuing to speak, Smoker picked his ears and quickly interrupted, "Stop talking, look in front, are there two people competing?"

"Huh, Tina is very sad. Smoker is not even willing to buy me meatballs."

Tina said and looked over there, "Huh? Isn't that the flying squirrel in Lieutenant General Mobi's class? The other person...is a little brother?"

Zefa has always been interested in education. When he saw someone competing, he couldn't help but join in and prepare to give the other person a few words of advice after the competition.

When the surrounding students saw Zefa, they began to salute one after another.

"Teacher, you are back!"

Lieutenant General Brush didn't mind it being dirty. He just picked up the brush that fell on the ground and held it in his mouth. When he saw Zefa, he immediately greeted him respectfully.

"Ah."

Zefa responded casually. He originally just wanted to take a look and give some advice, but as he looked at it, his eyes widened.

"Mobi, are they all your students? How about letting them work under me when they graduate and do internships?"

"That's great, teacher."

Mao Bi quickly introduced, "The tall one is called Flying Squirrel, and he is the best student in my class. As for the other child, he said that he is not a student of the military academy yet."

"Oh? You mean the younger one is not a student of the military academy?"

This kid is doing a good job practicing the Six Forms. Zefa was a little surprised, but then relieved. He guessed that this should be the descendant of one of his old comrades, and began to recall whether he had seen Carlo before.

Zefa is not bragging. He has met almost all the descendants of the upper echelons of the navy. Those who are qualified will be accepted as registered disciples and given special guidance. Gion is one of Zefa's registered disciples.

But Zefa couldn't figure out Carlo's possible identity.

There seems to be no such person among the descendants of the old figures. Could it be that he is the child of a certain young lieutenant general?

While Zefa was thinking, Gion on his shoulder rolled his eyes.

Why did this fool come here alone?

In fact, she didn't want to leave Carlo behind, but she saw Zefa as soon as she left the meatball shop. She was so excited that she dropped Carlo and followed Zefa.

At this time, Carlo did not notice the arrival of Zefa and his party at all.

At this time, he was concentrating wholeheartedly on the battle, and his sight and color were firmly locked on the flying squirrel's figure.

Although the flying squirrel couldn't hurt him, he was in an embarrassing situation where it was difficult for the flying squirrel to cause any harm. After all, his body was much stronger than his own, and he had no weapons, so the situation was temporarily tense.

Although the flying squirrel couldn't even touch the hem of Carlo's clothes, and was slapped here and poked there by Carlo from time to time, it looked very embarrassed, but its own damage was very limited, and the pain on the contrary inspired him to be fierce. , making his offensive more fierce, and the pressure on Carlo also increased.

Originally, the two of them were simply competing with each other, but it could be terminated at this time, and there was no need to be so serious. But neither the Flying Squirrel nor Carlo had any plans to stop.

The flying squirrel could feel that he was making little progress in the battle and could gradually keep up with Carlo's rhythm. Carlo also gained something from the battle. He actually felt that his growth had been slow and he had fallen into a bottleneck period. With the high concentration of energy in the battle, there were already signs of breakthrough. Once he defeats the flying squirrel, he will also have a breakthrough.

Carlo awakened to the power of knowledge when he was two years old, and he can be said to be extremely talented in the practice of domineering. Ever since he inexplicably awakened his armed color during the battle with Lu Qi, Carlo felt that his sense of knowledge had also ushered in a qualitative change, as if he was only separated from a higher realm by a layer of window paper. Just like broken. Now, he finally had the opportunity to break through this layer of window paper, how could he give up halfway.

The two of them were going back and forth, fighting like crazy. But soon after, Carlo was out of breath and his physical strength was on the verge of reaching its limit. The flying squirrel was not much better, and the military school uniform on his body had become tattered. Although the damage Carlo caused each time was small, the cumulative damage made his body gradually unable to bear it.

The winner of both sides will be announced soon.

Once again, he used the paper drawing to dodge the flying squirrel's finger gun. Carlo used his shaver to distance himself, and then he gasped for air. He felt that something was wrong.

Why is it that after so long, his movements are not slow at all? He is obviously being hit by me all the time. Even if his physical strength is no longer sufficient, no matter how strong his body is, there shouldn't be any slowness at all, right?

Compared to his sweaty back, Flying Squirrel was much better, just slightly out of breath.

Seeing this scene, Gion asked Zefa with some doubts, "Teacher, why does that flying squirrel move so much but doesn't look tired at all? Is it just because he has a good physique?"

Zefa replied with some appreciation, "Because of his Ling Ran talent, his body is born with the ability to use the most powerful technique, 'Return of Life', that only those who have mastered the 'Six Styles' are qualified to practice."

This was the first time Gion heard this term, and he immediately asked curiously, "Return of Life'? What is that?"

"When you practice the Six Postures to a certain extent, you can achieve complete control over your body. You can control your skin, internal organs, and even hair through your consciousness."

As Zefa spoke, a piece of purple hair on the top of his head suddenly stretched out and touched Gion's face like a tentacle.

Gion was stunned immediately, "Okay, so awesome!"

Carlo also noticed this at this time. The flying squirrel's breathing seemed to be regular, and all the muscles in his body were stretching and contracting in conjunction with his breathing.

"Have you reached the threshold of 'returning life'? Even Lu Qi is not at this level. It seems that I underestimated him."

Just like some people are born with a strong sense of knowledge, some people are born with better control over their bodies. No matter what kind of physical skills such people practice, they can get twice the result with half the effort compared to ordinary people.

After Carlo read "Summary of Marine Form ", he guessed that Luffy, the protagonist in the original work, was a genius who was born with the ability to return life. Because Luffy has a magical ability, he can use his rubber stomach and body to eat dozens of times his own weight, and then digest it in an instant, turning it into energy to restore his physical strength.

It's like eating yourself into a ball first, and then stretching and stretching it in an instant, the food disappears.

In the original book, Luffy used this method to recover his weak body after Ivan, the Demon King, detoxified him. Only those who have control over the return of life can do this.

Carlo felt that his chance of winning was now infinitely close to zero. He finally realized how the bosses in the original work felt when facing Luffy.

He couldn't be beaten to death no matter how hard he fought, and the more he beat his opponent, the more he grew. Mingming began to feel that he was much stronger than him. After a hard fight, he found that he was gradually no longer his opponent.

So is this the truth about the protagonist's halo in "One Piece"?

Carlo suddenly felt as if he had seen through Luffy's secret, and then suddenly noticed that there were several more conspicuous figures coming to the edge of the playground, watching his battle. Among them, sitting on the shoulders of a purple-haired man, isn't it Gion who turned himself into a "negative man"?

At this time, she was gesturing and mouthing "come on" to cheer herself up.

There was a big difference between Zefa and Carlo's impressions at this time. Zefa now looked more like a non-mainstream bosozoku middle-aged uncle than a navy man, so Carlo didn't recognize him and just regarded him as a middle-aged man. He thought he was a friend of Gion or something.

As soon as he saw Gion, Carlo suddenly became more competitive and felt unwilling to admit defeat.

Damn it, I'm a great time traveler, how could I lose to a sidekick over and over again?

Carlo then made up his mind, untied the decorative sailor's knot on the collar of his clothes, and tied it around his eyes.

What is this guy doing?

Carlo's behavior immediately aroused suspicion among those around him.

Although Gion knew that Carlo had awakened, he was still confused.

This fool, does he think he will become stronger if he is blindfolded?

In fact, Carlo really thought so.

He could feel that his knowledge was just short of piercing a piece of paper, and what he lacked was the last bit of stimulation.

For Carlo, whose soul strength is much higher than that of ordinary people, the Haki of Knowledge and Color, which is closely related to the strength of his soul, is undoubtedly his most talented ability.

If you don’t succeed this time, you will succeed!

The flying squirrel didn't know what Carlo was thinking. He only saw Carlo standing there motionless after covering his eyes, but he still didn't take it lightly.

To be honest, Flying Squirrel still admires Carlo for being able to reach such a level at this age, surpassing his original self by countless ways. He only relied on his age advantage to fight against Carlo.

Just don't waste your time.

After a long silence, the flying squirrel saw Carlo motionless and rushed towards Carlo.

coming!

Carlo's mind was fully open, and even without his eyes, every move of the flying squirrel appeared in his mind.

Paper painting!

Carlo manipulated his already stiff muscles and twisted his body to avoid the blow again.

What will happen to him next? I guess it's a kick!

With Carlo thinking this, he poked the flying squirrel's thigh with his finger gun in advance, but missed.

The flying squirrel did not use a kick, but punched his shoulder with an ordinary punch from the other hand.

Oops!

Carlo misjudged the flying squirrel's actions and had no time to stop, so he was punched on the shoulder.

it hurts!

Carlo was beaten so hard that he almost fell to the ground.

The flying squirrel was immediately stunned. What the hell was he frozen in place? Did I actually hit it? !

This was the first time he hit Carlo's body since he started sparring with Carlo, and he hit it so easily.

The flying squirrel was just stunned for a moment before quickly coming to his senses and quickly kicked out again.

Carlo had just stabilized his body when he felt a strong wind blowing in front of him.

Carlo only had time to protect his chest with his hands before he was kicked away by the flying squirrel.

As if he felt that his internal organs were dislocated, Carlo quickly resisted the pain, performed a paper painting in the air, removed the excess impact, and landed gently on the ground.

The flying squirrel did not continue to pursue, but asked in confusion, "What's wrong with you, little brother Carlo? Why do you want to be beaten on purpose?"

"I didn't mean to."

Carlo replied simply, "Don't worry about me, it's not over yet, come again!"

The flying squirrel saw that Carlo didn't look like he was joking, so he kicked out again, and then rushed towards Carlo with the wind blade.

If Carlo tried his best to deal with it, he would not be able to do anything to him for a while, but now that Carlo is blindfolded, he also has an attitude of no longer escaping, giving him the confidence to end this game immediately.

At this time, Carlo felt a little confused.

The pain just now seemed to have stimulated his nerves, and he felt that his feelings began to "dance" spontaneously.

That’s right, dancing.

His perception seemed to be in chaos, and everything around him slowly began to "dance" happily, swaying from side to side, and twisting constantly.

The most amazing thing is that the people watching the game on the playground seemed to be "possessed by evil spirits". In Carlo's perception, writhing shadows kept coming out of their bodies. The strange thing was that they themselves seemed to have no idea about it. Noticed that there was no slight change in posture.

The oncoming flying squirrel also turned into a god with three heads and six arms, and a phantom emerged from in front of him, came to him, and slowly stretched out its claws towards his chest.

As the flying squirrel got closer and closer, the three-headed and six-armed shadow on his body gradually merged with him. Finally, he was the only one left, and he punched his chest.

In an instant, Carlo turned his body slightly, stretched out his arm, and stabbed the flying squirrel's arm joint.

To outsiders, it seemed that Carlo had dodged the flying squirrel's attack with just a hair's breadth, and then stabbed the flying squirrel's arm with his finger at the same time.

"Humph!"

The flying squirrel grunted in pain, feeling a little shocked when his entire right arm was numb, and quickly launched another attack with his left hand.

Finger gun·continuous bullets!

The flying squirrel's arms moved rapidly, creating afterimages.

Carlo also moved his arms in a small range, and kept poking the flying squirrel's elbow joint with his fingers.

The scene was like a flying squirrel sending its arm to Carlo and asking him to poke it.

"Humph!"

The flying squirrel groaned in pain again, quickly pulled away and flew back to the side.

At this time, both of his arms were shaking slightly, and the injury to his tendons made his arms numb.

The flying squirrel looked at Carlo, wondering what had just happened? How evil!

Not only the flying squirrels in the field, but also everyone around him, including Lieutenant General Mobi, had no idea what had just happened.

It was clear that the Flying Squirrel was about to win, and his fist was about to hit Carlo's chest. They were all worried about the little guy Carlo, but suddenly, the Flying Squirrel was knocked back by a few blows?

I'm afraid Zefa was the only one present who seemed to have noticed something.

How could it be... could it be... impossible!

Zefa's heart was filled with twists and turns. He opened his mouth wide and didn't even notice that the cavities were exposed.

So that’s it, is this what it feels like to predict the future!

At this time, Carlo's heart was filled with only ecstasy.

Because just now, he finally completed the qualitative change of seeing, hearing and color, and mastered the secret of predicting the future!

It's completely different from how it appears in the comics.

Predicting the future by seeing and hearing color is not about "looking" at the future in your mind like watching a movie, but in the perception of reality, it adds a kind of indescribable meaning to everything, which represents The "phantoms" of possibility, these constantly moving "phantoms", make the entire world that Carlo sees with his sense of sight seem like a "dance".

This is a magical feeling that is difficult to describe in words, much like the action lines in comics. As soon as the flying squirrel moves, a series of possibilities generated by his actions are superimposed like countless ghosts and are displayed on In Carlo's mind.

This is the power brought by the breakthrough of seeing, hearing and color, foreseeing the future!