Pirates: The Strongest Justice

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

This was the third day that Atlas boarded Garp's ship. On the second day, he started his daily exercise program. First, there were four hours of unshakable physical training, and then he started sword practice. After completing the task, he also joined in half an hour of meditation to exercise his knowledge, knowledge and domineering power.

"Hey, hey, Atlas kid, come here and let me give you some advice, hahahahaha!"

Garp on the side seemed a little bored, and called Atlas over while licking his nostrils.

Atlas was also a little excited when he heard this. As a naval hero, Garp is a man who has forced Roger, the Pirate King, into desperate situations many times. He can be said to be the ceiling of the pirate world! If we can get his guidance, the benefits to Atlas will undoubtedly be huge.

But as soon as he walked in front of Garp, Atlas felt an indescribable sense of oppression. It's not just physical pressure, but also spiritual pressure, but Atlas is not a man who can be defeated so easily. He wants to become the strongest man in the world!

Seeing that Atlas could resist his momentum so easily, Garp's eyes flashed with admiration. He immediately returned to his nonchalant look and patted Atlas's shoulder hard several times, almost missing him. Atlas slapped him down.

"Hahaha, you're a good kid. I just took a look at your training. You pay more attention to physical training. There is no problem in the general direction. Physical fitness is your strong foundation."

Looking at Garp's thick arms, Atlas strongly agreed.

"Let me be your opponent and feel the iron fist of my love!"

Garp didn't say much. He couldn't compare to Zefa in terms of teaching students. He advocated teaching in battle more, so he directly thrust his iron fists into Atlas's face without waiting for Atlas to object. Say hello.

Atlas was startled, his eyes flashed red, and the color of seeing and hearing was turned on!

"boom!"

"Ah! It hurts!"

Even with the perception of the weapon color, he still did not avoid Garp's fist, but what puzzled Atlas was that even though Garp did not use the weapon color, Atlas still felt a penetrating pain.

"Hahahaha, this is a fist filled with my love!"

Garp knew that Atlas would be confused like this, so he explained.

Before Atlas could fully comprehend these words, Garp's fist struck again. 7K妏揩

"what!"

"Don't slap me in the face! Lieutenant General Garp."

"what."

"Tap, tap!"

"what--"

"Old Man Garp, just wait for me!"

. . . . . .

Medical room……

Atlas sat on a chair with his head covered with bruises. A medical soldier next to him carefully applied medicine to him and then bandaged him.

"Just laugh if you want to, don't hold it in"

Atlas turned to Bogart who was holding back a smile and said.

"No...hahaha...I didn't mean to laugh...hahaha"

Atlas was helpless.

The sun slowly rose from the sea level, and dark shadows flashed from time to time under the calm sea. Atlas, aboard the huge dog-headed warship, had just finished its morning training and was enjoying his breakfast comfortably.

"Yo! Kid, you recovered so quickly."

Garp was also a little surprised. Although he did not use his weapon color yesterday, he attached his will to his fist. There would be no internal injuries, but flesh injuries were inevitable. He did not expect to fully recover in one night.

Atlas didn't explain. Although he suspected that Garp was bored and just wanted to beat him up, after yesterday's beating, he also felt that his body had grown slightly. At the same time, he also felt that I'm quite interested in what Garp calls the 'Iron Fist of Love'.

"Come on, continue yesterday's training, please, Lieutenant General Garp!"

Atlas said loudly, like a prisoner about to be taken to the execution ground, with a look of determination.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Another plain and boring day of beatings.

——Three days later——

"Old Man Garp, we...um...where are we going?"

Atlas asked confused as he munched on the donut. As for why it wasn’t senbei, according to Garp, of course you have to eat the delicious ones first. He had already eaten the senbei, and then he dragged Atlas to have a donut eating competition with him. Art Lars adheres to the mentality of "revenge" and decides to eat all the donuts of Old Man Garp.

"Well...I'm going back to Windmill Village for a vacation! I'll take a look at my grandson by the way!"

Garp replied casually.

"Eh!? Lieutenant General Garp has a grandson?"

Atlas was a little surprised. Logically speaking, Luffy shouldn't have been born yet. What kind of grandson did Garp think he was?

"Oh! That's my adopted grandson."

It seems that it is Ace. In the anime, it seems that Ace was also born this year. He is probably only a few months old now. It is really arrogant to leave him to be raised by bandits at such a young age!

"Wow! There are a thousand, I win! Hahahaha"

Suddenly, Garp yelled, and then... snored. . . . . .

Atlas was also speechless. Although we didn't sleep for two days and two nights, you had to fall asleep so quickly. No wonder Mengka would be stabbed later.

Atlas stood up and stretched, then moved on the spot, turned to look at Bogart aside, and said sheepishly:

"Mr. Bogart, could you please give me some advice? I want to see the gap between me and the truly strong."

"No problem, let's go a little further so as not to disturb Lieutenant General Garp."

Bogart also agreed generously. After all, he was very optimistic about Atlas, a young navy man.

As they spoke, the two of them drew their sabers, and Atlas's eyes gradually became serious. He knew that he was definitely not Bogart's opponent. The three-color domineering power was only about seeing and hearing, and his swordsmanship was not at the level of cutting iron. The six styles were still weak. I haven’t learned anything, but a truly strong person must have a heart that is not afraid of powerful enemies!

Ittoryu·Iris!

Atlas launched the attack first, trying to preemptively strike, but Bogart easily blocked his sword move with a single slash, and said with a relaxed face: "The move is good, the foundation is very solid, but the strength is a bit lacking."

As he spoke, the corner of his mouth curled up, and his leg muscles suddenly swelled.

shave!

Bogart's figure disappeared from Atlas' sight in an instant. Atlas quickly held the knife in both hands, a red light flashed in his eyes, seeing and hearing the color! locking!

"Chong!"

Atlas, who was using his full power to see and see, could barely see Bogart's movements clearly, and then the two swords met. However, even though Atlas held the swords in both hands, he was still completely defeated in power, and flew out directly and hit the ship. Only along the way can we stop.

"call……"

The gap is too big! Atlas was defeated after only a few moves, but he was not depressed because of this, and instead became more motivated to become stronger.

"Huh?...What's wrong?"

It seemed that the noise of Atlas hitting the side of the ship was a bit loud, which directly woke up Garp who was still snoring. Then he saw Atlas sitting on the ground in embarrassment...