I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

Zefa carried Sith all the way. The school grounds were already full of people, all of whom had just returned from putting out the fire. Their faces were still stained with black ash. Excluding those who were still dealing with the follow-up incidents, there were about thirty people standing in front of Zefa. people.

Each of the three rows at the front and back are elites drawn from various units of the navy.

Zefa glanced around and threw the Sith on the ground. When he saw that the people were almost there, he said in a deep voice:

"Everyone has almost arrived. Now everyone knows each other. This one is Major Sith who came from the Judiciary Island Joint Force. From today on, he will be one of you."

This simple sentence made everyone present couldn't help but tremble. Their scrutinizing eyes fell on Sith, and many people had a bit of ridicule on their faces.

Zefa glanced at them sideways, with a hint of pride hidden deep in his eyes. This was the effect he wanted.

As a wolf pack, only with competition can we make progress.

"I know some of you don't like him, or are even hostile to him, but it doesn't matter. Our training camp has always relied on strength. If you don't accept it, then fight until you do. Does anyone want to challenge the Sith Major now?"

"I."

Four or five people stood up from the team in unison. They were both men and women. They were all looking forward, with stern expressions on their faces, and they had an aura called elite.

"Very good." Zefa walked around in front of them, "Balk, Will, Quint, Betty, Judy, very good."

As he spoke, he turned to look at Sis who was coughing, with a playful smile on his face. "So, Major Sis, do you want to accept the challenge now? Or should you rest and wait until your injury heals before accepting the challenge?"

"Ahem." Sis coughed twice, wiped his mouth, and tightened his grip on the long knife that Zefa inserted into his waist. He looked a little embarrassed, grinned, and chuckled at Zefa, " Forget it, just for today, I have to go back to Judiciary Island to study legal regulations in the evening, so solve it quickly and leave quickly."

Sith's words were full of provocation. In an instant, everyone below became angry, staring at him with fire in their eyes, wishing to tear him alive.

He stood up with some difficulty, put a cigarette and candy into his mouth with his trembling right hand, and looked across,

"Are the five of you coming together, or one by one?"

"you……"

After Sith's words fell, several people became even more angry. They all turned their attention to Zefa. As long as he gave an order, they could rush forward and tear Sith into pieces.

Zefa raised his left hand, his eyes fell on Sith again, and he grinned.

"Sith, although you are very strong, and your father is still..."

"Shut up." Sith glared at Zefa with red eyes, "I've said it many times, that guy is not my father."

"Oh, then who is your father?" The smile on Zefa's face was very joking.

"You...I, uh, do you want to fight or not?" The Sith chief exhaled, his brows full of anger.

"Well, which one of you will come first?"

"I."

As soon as Zefa finished speaking, a tall woman jumped out from among the five people.

"Betty, please give me some advice."

Betty's figure was not considered strong, but her muscles were well-proportioned and she looked very explosive. Her complexion was yellowish, and her big sky-blue eyes were full of contempt for the Sith.

"Boy, you are injured. I won't bully you. You should strike first!"

Sis shook his head and put a faint smile on his face again. He did not draw the sword, but just held the scabbard tightly.

"No need, I have no habit of bullying a beautiful woman."

"Hmph." Betty snorted coldly, her aura rising, "Damn you bastard, second generation ancestor, our elite class is not your playground, get off here."

Betty stepped on her feet and interacted dozens of times in an instant. She only heard a sound explosion and her body disappeared in place.

"shave!"

"Navy Six?"

Sis held the handle of the knife in one hand. He was not in a hurry to do it. The strong domineering aura of seeing and hearing enveloped the entire school. Every tree and grass, no slightest movement could escape his eyes, even if he used the Sixth Marine Style.

"Shadow Jump!"

Betty is faster, Sith's figure is faster.

The shadow passed by, and he appeared directly above Betty, holding the handle and swinging the sheath.

Betty felt a numbness on the back of her neck, her eyelids turned white, and she fell to the ground and fainted.

Falling back to the ground, the Sith's expression did not change at all, and there was blood dripping from the wound. If someone hadn't fallen on the ground, they would never have imagined that a battle would end in this short moment.

"Oh my, the Sixth Form of the Marines is really scary. How about the four of you go up together and look for an opportunity." Sith curled his lips and then gave a fake smile.

The air was eerily quiet. The remaining four people looked at me, then at you, and then at Zefa, a little confused.

Zefa crossed his arms across his chest out of habit and nodded. He hadn't seen such a monster-like young man for a long time. The more he looked at him, the more he looked like Sakaski.

It's a pity that Sakaski and Sakaski are not biological father and son, otherwise it would really be a good story.

"Okay, since the Sith said it, the four of you will go together. There is no shame in the siege. It will be shameful if we lose."

The four of them looked at each other again and nodded.

"Okay, let's go."

"shave!"

"Moon Step Road of Thorns!"

"Lan Foot · Chaos!"

"Paper painting!"

After the four people finished speaking, they jumped up and started to kill him from four directions.

Sith was indifferent, and he knelt his fingers with his right hand, and a huge black fireball leaped out, carrying a billowing heat wave, and filled the sky with black smoke.

"Burning Escape · Over-steaming to kill!"

As he drew the knife forward, the whole person fell into a shadow. Under the cover of the smoke, everyone only heard the sound of the scabbard hitting the person's neck.

Bang bang bang!

In less than two minutes, the smoke dissipated, and Sith stood there, still smiling, with blood dripping from his face, while the four people collapsed on the ground.

"How's it going, Teacher Zefa, is there anyone else who wants to try?"

Zefa bit her cigarette tightly and kept looking at the other elite class students.

"Does anyone else want to try it?"

The air became quiet, and everyone began to hesitate.

"Isn't there anyone willing to try again?"

Zefa narrowed his eyes and raised his voice. He held his remaining left hand tightly, and his mood seemed not as good as before.

Is this cowardice?

His Zefa disciples can lose, but how can they be timid?

"Are you afraid?" Zefa was already a little angry, his aura was awe-inspiring, and there was a faint fire brewing in his chest.

"No, instructor, we are not afraid." A dark-skinned marine wearing a military cap, who was not very tall, could even be said to be short, stood up, his back straight and his voice unusually loud.

"Barry, right? Then why don't you dare to come?"

"It's not that we don't dare to go up, we are just thinking about it."

"Oh?" Zefa didn't blame him, instead he laughed angrily, "What are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking of ways to defeat him."

"Then what did you see?"

"Sorry, instructor, there was too much smoke and I didn't see anything."