I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

There was heavy rain in the sky, and the snipers were always late to arrive. Looking at the two parties confronting each other in the distance and the figures lying on the ground, they couldn't help but curse.

"Damn!"

He hurriedly pushed the few sea floor stone bullets into the barrel of the gun and aimed it at Sith's head.

Taking a deep breath, if the Sith could be destroyed with one shot, then things might turn around.

"Judy!"

Under the ruins, everyone roared and looked at Judy flying backwards, their eyes turned red.

Judy was right, they were just cowards who only knew how to rely on others. If only they had a little more courage, they probably wouldn't be in this situation. But now, the last hope in their eyes is gone.

All they can rely on is themselves and the knife in their hands.

"Elite? Huh, are there any elites in this world who don't even dare to wield a sword?" Sith sneered. He had no intention of letting anyone in the elite class go. Since they are the same class, they should be neat and tidy.

Several people looked at each other, trying to gain courage from each other's eyes.

"let's go?"

"Okay, let's go!"

With red eyes, several more people finally rushed forward. The long knives in their hands were already out of control. They were wielding the knives purely to show their courage.

"very good."

Sith's eyes were slightly cold, holding knives in both hands, and his voice was as deep as darkness,

"The momentum is good, but your mind is already confused. Just do what I say and take a deep breath."

"Suck ~ exhale ~"

His voice is so magnetic that people can't help but follow what he says.

"Then……"

"Then?"

"Then show your last courage in front of me."

"what!"

The Sith's knife was so fast that only a passing black shadow was left in their eyes, followed by a curtain of blood that filled the sky, mixed with rain, and rushed up to the sky, then fell and fell to the ground.

"Moke, we can't wait any longer. If we wait any longer, everyone will be dead." Behind the dilapidated high-rise building, two snipers stared at the battlefield, not daring to blink.

Mock was soaked all over, and he didn't know whether it was rain or sweat. He raised his gun and turned to look at his companions. His heart was also confused. This was a taboo for snipers.

He took a deep breath and suppressed his restless heart.

"hold on."

Suddenly there were only three people left in the sight of the scope.

boom!

His companions fired, and he couldn't help it. If there were only snipers left on this battlefield, what was the point of their encirclement and killing?

In the heavy wind and rain, the flintlock gun was not Newtonian at all. The smoke ignited and the bullet hit the Sith's temple directly.

Sith looked directly at the two elite class students in front of him. He didn't even turn his head. Cutting bullets seemed to have become part of his body's instinct. The sword flashed across and the projectiles broke into two halves in the air. Unless it was a top sniper. A master, otherwise ordinary bullets would be useless against him, even the specially made sea tower stone bullets.

"Is it over here?"

Sith grabbed it with his left hand, and the surrounding darkness condensed into a huge javelin, dragging a black-red tail flame, and threw it in the direction of the bullet. The shadow was twisting, and the javelin arrived in an instant.

"No, go back!"

Looking at the javelin, Mock's expression suddenly changed, and he pulled his companion and hid aside.

Unfortunately, it was too late. The javelin that failed to hit the human body exploded in mid-air. The violent shock wave knocked the two of them upside down and hit the remaining wall directly. A mouthful of blood spurted out of their mouths and they fainted.

"Okay, the troublesome people have been dealt with. Now there are only three of us left. What do you think? Are you going to put down your weapons and admit defeat?" Sith clenched his knife tightly, his eyes like a falcon.

The two people looked at each other, their faces were pale and bloodless, and their lips were trembling like chaff.

"Huh~hu~ Sith, we'll fight you!"

After taking a deep breath, the two men roared and raised their swords to slash at Sith's head.

The Sith shook his head contemptuously.

Human beings are really strange creatures sometimes. They fail to step in when they should, and muster up the courage when they are unable to save the day. If they could attack together at the beginning, they might lose, of course, maybe.

Sighing, his eyes were as cold as ever, he jumped with his feet, turned the blade of the knife in his hand, blood slid down the lines on the knife, and he was finally the only one in the ruins.

Da da da!

The sound of footsteps in the rain is always particularly harsh.

"Teacher Zefa, you are here." Sith knew who the person was, turned his head and smiled, "I should be considered the winner this time, right? There are thirty people in the elite training camp, and I didn't let anyone go. "

"Yes, you won." Zefa breathed a sigh of relief. The cigar in his mouth was already soaked. His eyes were a little wandering. He said something unrelated to the competition, "The science team designed a plan for me. New arm, I tried it yesterday afternoon and I like it very much.”

Sith nodded slightly, "This is a good thing, so what are your plans for me?"

Zefa shrugged, his eyes almost turned into crescent moons, "It's not an arrangement, I just want to ask you if you would like to take this opportunity to fight me again, otherwise you will try to beat me again after I install my arm. But it’s not that easy.”

Sith narrowed his eyes and glanced at the elite class students lying on the ground and Zefa who would cough twice from time to time, as if he had tuberculosis. He felt that he was okay again.

"Since Teacher Zefa has said so, I won't be polite."

As the words fell, the surrounding black mist rippled, and the long knife in his hand was pointed directly at Zefa's neck.

Zefa sneered, and the black armed domineering energy instantly covered his entire body from his left arm. His whole body looked stronger than an ox, but he was not as weak as before.

Sisi was dumbfounded. This old man had no moral ethics and actually pretended to be sick to deceive his eighteen-year-old comrade.

He was very fast. If he used his sword, ordinary people might not even be able to see his shadow, but Zefa was faster. Layers of air waves erupted from his left fist. Before Sith could get close, he was punched out. Eight meters away.

Moreover, Zefa slapped him in the face.

As soon as he stepped out, Zefa's body pressed against Sith like a truck. It was so heavy that he couldn't struggle away at all. His fists kept hitting his face with the right amount of force. It can only disfigure people but not kill them. While beating, he cursed in his mouth:

"The elite class is my student. I'm usually reluctant to hit you. How dare you hit me so hard? Do you know that they will graduate in just two months? Do you know? I really turned against you..."

Sith was pressed to the ground, tears of remorse shed from the corners of his eyes. If he had known that Zephyr was so protective of his calf, he would...he would have stabbed Barry and the others twice more. What a shame.

After about ten minutes, Zefa must have been tired from the beating. He stood up from Sith, snorted contemptuously, glanced at his pig head, spit out the cigar in his mouth, and those who didn't know thought that Paying for prostitution.

"Starting from tomorrow, you will double your training volume and strive to master Armament Haki within two months."