"You haven't even learned how to use a knife, so you want to use two knives?"

A voice came from behind.

Yongen turned around and saw a middle-aged man with short purple hair and a pair of sunglasses walking over. He looked extremely tall and was not inferior to Akainu at all. Following him, He is a navy young man with short silver hair and a fierce but childlike appearance.

Just by looking at their appearance, Yongen could recognize it without even recalling it. The two masters and apprentices were none other than Zefa the Black Arm, and Zefa, who had just turned one year old and had already earned the title of "Mad Dog" less than a year after joining the navy. Smoker.

But what is completely different from the future is that at this time, Zefa's right arm has not been cut off, and Smoker has not started smoking. Everything seems to be normal, except of course when these two guys look at him. A very disdainful look.

"General Zefa, may I ask...what do you want from me?" Yongen smiled politely, looked at the two of them and asked.

However, Zefa didn't pay attention to Yongen's intention. He tilted his head towards his apprentice and said, "Smog, go and teach this kid a lesson."

"is teacher!"

Upon hearing this, Smoker immediately took out a wooden sword from his back, pointed at Yongen and said, "I heard that you are the adopted son of General Akainu. Do you dare to come and compete with me to see whose swordsmanship is more powerful?"

silence.

Seeing Smoker's extremely sincere expression, Yongen picked the back of his head, and his heart was suddenly filled with countless grooves.

No, you, the master and the apprentice, just sit there and do nothing every day, right?

In fact, he had noticed an hour ago that these two guys were squatting in the woods nearby to peek at his practice.

But forget it, you, an 18-year-old adult, take the initiative to challenge my 12-year-old child, aren't you ashamed at all?

"Why, don't you dare?"

Seeing Yongen's delay in responding, Smoker, who was afraid that the other party would refuse, quickly raised his head, pretending to be arrogant, looked at Yongen sideways and said: "If you are afraid, just lie down on the ground and learn how to bark. Then I’ll let you go.”

Yongen: "..."

How on earth did you come up with such an embarrassing line?

Glancing at Zefa, who was nodding aside and showing a very pleased expression, Yongen suddenly couldn't hold himself tight.

It turns out you taught me.

He said, with a character like Smoker, how could he take the initiative to provoke him.

"I accept your challenge."

Without any hesitation, Yongen nodded and agreed.

In fact, he also wanted to see who was stronger or weaker compared with Smoker after he learned the rudimentary wind-control swordsmanship.

It has been half a year since Yongen traveled through time, and he has never competed against a real person. At this moment, he really lacks a reference point to have a preliminary understanding of his own strength.

"Ha, since you accept it, then quickly lie down on the ground and learn how to bark...Eh? What did you just say, you accept it?!" Smoker's eyes widened.

"What, are you surprised? Aren't you going to compete solo with me?"

Yongen spread his hands and said: "But I have a prerequisite. The loser must call the other person's father."

"Call the other person daddy?"

Zefa and Smoker were stunned at the same time when they heard this.

This kid...is he already fantasizing about becoming a father at such a young age?

What kind of strange hobby is this meow?

However, Yong'en didn't mean anything else.

If it’s not a father-son solo, then it’s soulless!

At worst, he just ran away if he lost. He didn't believe it. Smoker would force Akainu's stepson to call him daddy.

Holding two wooden knives about the same height as himself tightly in his hands, Yongen squatted down and took an offensive stance.

"I am coming!"

Smoker gave a warning.

"I'm ready!"

Yongen shouted in response.

next second.

bass-!

Smoker raised his hand and pierced Yongen's throat with a sword.

Today's Smoker is naturally more than a little weaker than he was 14 years ago, but in the year he joined the navy, he has received Zefa's careful teachings and is not the strongest navy in the same period. Too much.

Looking at the back of the silver-haired boy in front of him, Zefa couldn't help but think of his own youth again.

"My apprentice Smoker has the qualifications to be a general."

This is Zefa's heartfelt evaluation after teaching Smog for half a year.

I still remember the last time he said this, when he was teaching Akainu and Porusalino.

But that's not the point right now.

Seeing that the wooden sword was about to stab his throat, Yongen not only did not panic at all, but actually had a very strange feeling.

slow!

It's too slow!

It was as if his movements had been slowed down. Looking at the sword tip that was hovering in front of him and approaching him so quickly, Yongen almost couldn't wait any longer. He took a step to the left and missed the target by the slightest bit. While dodging this attack, he struck Smog directly in the face with a knife from his backhand.

Snapped-!

A muffled sound.

Smoker, who had not yet understood what happened, only felt a soreness in his nose, and then, two nosebleeds spurted out from his nostrils in an instant.

Zefa watching the battle from the sidelines: =????=????(●???●|||)

How could that kid's sword be so fast?

Although it was not so fast that he could not see clearly, the posture and momentum of the sword swing, no matter how you looked at it, did not look like a beginner.

Rather, he looks like...a swordsman who has been immersed in the art of swordsmanship for many years!

"Has that old boy Sakaski trained his son to be so strong?"

But why is this different from what he heard in rumors?

And at the same time.

"Meet the judgment, Smoker!"

"Hazak!"

Sorry to cross the stage.

"Wrong jade cut!"

Swish!

The fierce sword energy suddenly raged forward, hitting Smoker's abdomen with lightning speed.

The strong impact caused Smoker to fly 20 meters away. After hitting the trunk of a tree, he stopped the momentum and slowly slipped to the ground.

The air suddenly became quiet at this moment.

After a long time.

"Gollum!"

There was a sound of swallowing in the venue, and the navy soldiers who were watching the competition all showed incredulous looks.

Yongen...when did he become so powerful?

Is this still the little boy who fainted at every turn during training a few days ago?

"Voluntarily accepting the demon's incarnation is simply... stupid."

Putting the two knives into his waistband, Yongen reached out and brushed the white hair from his forehead, looking at Smoker with disdain.

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