I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

Bang!

As his fist sank into his abdomen, Edward Weibru's eyelids trembled, followed by a sharp pain in his lower abdomen. His stomach was churning, and he almost vomited even his overnight meal.

However, he was still strong, with veins bulging on his forehead. He suppressed a muffled groan, but did not cry out. He just had a surge of domineering energy all over his body. He raised his right foot, wrapped in domineering energy, and kicked Zefa in the belly. go.

"Humph."

Zefa sneered. He was young and strong, so he was certainly not considered to be one, but in terms of combat experience, even ten Edward Weibru could not compare to him.

Edward Waybrough's upper limit of fighting is him and the Sith, and he has only fought once or twice, but who is his upper limit of fighting?

It's Whitebeard, it's Golden Lion, it's Roger, it's Redfield. Fighting with strong men is a common occurrence for him. The kind of killing instinct that is tempered between life and death is not like Edward Webber who relies on talent to make a living. people can compare.

His failure has never been due to his strength, but to his mentality. The reputation of not killing generals has hindered him.

This is a dirty world full of killings, and there is no room for an overly kind heart.

His heart trembled, his eyes turned cold, and Zefa's elbow touched him.

Bang!

The elbow collided with Edward Weibru's right leg, making the sound of gold and iron clashing. The sonic boom spread out, and Zefa's sharp eyes looked across.

"Do you think I will make the same mistakes as before? It's better to die as a pirate or something."

As he spoke, Zefa quickly changed his moves, pressed his left arm down on Edward Weibru's right leg, and the huge mechanical arm in his right hand simultaneously grabbed the big knife and lifted it up.

Edward Weibru's pupils shrank. At that moment, Zefa's strength surpassed his. With a shake of his arms, he almost let go of his sword.

With a ferocious face, he hurriedly increased his strength, trying to regain control of the sword, but before he could use his strength, Zefa's legs started to move.

The shadow of his legs crossed the gap, just like a dragon rising out of the sea, and swept towards Edward Weibru's waist.

Boom!

With a loud noise, the strong calf with great force knocked Edward Weibru upside down. His right arm took the opportunity to use force, grabbed the big knife and smashed it.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

The deck of the ship was smashed to pieces, and the ear-piercing explosions were heard continuously. Edward Weibru, who was holding the handle of the knife tightly, was smashed into the deck like a hammer.

Miss Ba Jin became more and more angry as he watched. She didn't know which parent's genes were bad, how could she give birth to such a bastard. She raised her eyebrows and shouted sharply in the direction of Edward Weibru:

"Webru, what are you doing? Don't you know how to let go of the knife and then grab it back?"

Edward Weibru seemed to suddenly realize it. He loosened his hands, threw away the sword and stood up from the ground.

He looked a little embarrassed, jumped up, and rushed towards Zefa like a mountain bearing down on him.

Zefa raised his eyelids and glanced at Edward Weibru. Reasonable choices are the choices that should be made in battle. He originally thought he would give up his sword this morning, but he didn't expect him to wait for so long.

There was disdain in his eyes, and Edward Weibru's combat experience made him feel disdainful.

Without the guidance of a real expert or systematic training, he is a real fool.

Talent and innate courage can determine a person's lower limit, but only continuous hard training can determine a person's upper limit. The gap in experience between the two cannot be easily made up with a few reckless courages.

Whether it was a jump or a pounce, every move Edward Weibru made was rehearsed thousands of times in Zefa's mind.

The domineering aura spread around him was restrained. Zefa's attention was completely focused on Edward Weibru. As soon as he narrowed his eyes, the big knife that he had snatched was grasped tighter by his robotic arm. a bit.

clatter!clatter!clatter!

Edward Weibru's footsteps were a little heavy, causing the water accumulated on the deck to splash everywhere.

"Old thing, go to hell."

With a ferocious face, Edward Weibru was very confident in his own strength. In terms of strength, Whitebeard II was never weaker than anyone else. He was a man with Whitebeard's blood flowing through his veins.

Ten meters!

Five meters!

Three meters!

Zefa looked slightly cold, he had been waiting for this moment.

Suddenly, the extremely powerful armed domineering force filled the entire knife handle like a flood, like a steel pipe filled with lead, heavy and powerful.

Whoosh!

The air tore apart during the sweep and screamed, and the handle of the knife struck Edward Weibru's lower abdomen in an instant.

Zefa's speed was extremely fast. The handle of the knife in his hand was like a speeding train. Edward Weibru had no time to react. He only felt a flash of black light in front of his eyes and the handle of the knife hit him. .

The muscles on his face suddenly became ferocious and knotted, and the severe pain spread from his abdomen to his whole body, as if all the muscles and internal organs in his body had been pierced by Zefa in an instant.

Straight forward, it seems simple, but this simple blow contains Zefa's more than sixty years of effort.

The whole body's energy and strength are integrated into one, and the time is not more than a minute, not a second missing. If it is too fast, it may miss the enemy, if it is too slow, it may give Edward Weibru enough time to react. Everything has to be done just right.

Click!

The bones in Edward Weibru's body made an overwhelming sound, and Zefa's stick almost passed over his abdomen and shattered his spine.

"what!"

With his mouth widened, Edward Weibru screamed horribly, and the veins on his neck bulged as high as a small snake. Even if he tried hard, he couldn't bear the pain that penetrated his bone marrow.

"Webru!"

Miss Ba Jin's eyes bulged, blood vessels covered the irises, and she shouted in the direction of Edward Wenburu.

Pain, hatred, anger, and countless negative emotions spewed out from the bottom of her heart. With a murderous look on her face, she raised her cane, stepped on her feet, and rushed towards Zefa.

"Let go of my son, you old bastard."

As soon as the exquisite mahogany cane was turned in the palm, a layer of dark armed domineering force climbed up the body.

She is indeed a vicious and ruthless woman. Whether it is her son or anything else, it is just a pawn in her hands, but this does not mean that she will watch her son being beaten to death. Indifferent.

Even pet dogs will have feelings after being kept for a long time, not to mention the meat that falls off their bodies.

Zefa's eyes were red, and he punched Edward Weibru with an iron-like fist. He glared at Miss Bajin and couldn't help but start roaring.

"Let him go? Then who will let my disciples go? You?"