Pirates: This Navy is Super Justice

After Frey arrived at his grandfather's place, he immediately told Gosire about the location of the battle.

Gosile had no objection and agreed immediately.

Then after Frey had lunch here, he took Gosire to the elite training camp.

Frey was naturally not afraid of anything happening if he dared to take Gosire to the training camp.

First of all, I had learned about Gosire’s experience from Warring States some time ago.

Even the small island and the white ape where Gosire had been learning to practice swordsmanship were investigated.

I have to say that when the huge machine of the Navy is operating, it is really terrifying.

So Frey is not worried about Gosire's ulterior motives in this aspect alone.

What's more, even if he has any bad thoughts, Frey is not afraid.

Frey had defeated Moore before, and it was not hidden that he was going to fight Gosire this time.

Overtly and covertly, Zefa had the intention to spread the news.

He wanted to let some people in the headquarters know that he, Fred Diernans, would officially start stationed at the Navy Headquarters in the near future.

Frey and Gosire arrived at training camp around 4 p.m.

The spacious ground gave enough space for fighting, but the people Zefa called to watch stood far away.

Frey and Gosile were both swordsmen. If they were close enough and were hit by an unexpected flying slash, it would be really bad luck.

Considering the strength of these students, in order to prevent them from dying suddenly, they were kept in a special place, and Zefa was not the only one watching the big shots in this place.

Next to Zefa, there was a tall man with two fair and round thighs, a spider tattoo on his left thigh, and a beautiful face with a very beautiful beauty mark under the corner of his mouth.

This woman is none other than Vice Admiral of the Navy Headquarters, Momo Usagion, a rare swordsman in the Navy.

This time, I heard that there was a battle between swordsman masters, so I immediately came over to watch the battle.

Next to her, there was a swordsman.

Wearing a lavender striped suit, a dark blue shirt, a tie, a dark purple punk hair style, and a dark purple beard.

The person who came was Lieutenant General of the Navy Headquarters, Flying Squirrel.

At this time, he was touching his chin and looking at Frey and Gosire on the court.

To be precise, it was the sabers looking at the two of them.

Frey had the same two knives on his waist, and Gosire had already pulled out the Shura in his hand. He stood up, closed his eyes, and waited for the official start of the fight.

The appearance of Shura Sword wrapped with armed domineering and trained into a black sword undoubtedly attracted a lot of attention, including Gion and Flying Squirrel.

Black knife! This can be regarded as one of the highest achievements of a swordsman.

They didn't know that this knife was given to Gosire by Doug, so they all thought that Gosire must be very powerful.

Not to mention, Gosire's appearance does look good, and he himself is polished like a sharp blade, with its edge clearly visible.

By looking at him, others can tell that he is extraordinary.

I will say it silently in my heart.

This is a master!

Gion and Flying Squirrel were not the only ones who came here. On the roof of a building far away, Sengoku and Porusalino were sitting on chairs.

Sengoku is interested in Gosire, while Porusalino still wants to meet Frey, the young top talent who has been rumored recently. This time is just an opportunity.

On the field, Frey and Gosire stood quietly.

The two of them were like this when they entered here.

But after waiting for a long time, no action was taken.

"It's about to happen!" Gion suddenly said.

Then the two people on the field did as she said.

Frey and Gosire finally took action.

Gosile opened his eyes, and his sharp eyes made people feel chilled.

Then, blood-red breath emerged from his body.

The armed Haki extends from the arm to the entire blade of Shura.

Strong murderous intent and armament were intertwined, and on Shura's blade, blood-red lightning flashed and flickered.

It was just this move that showed Gosire's powerful strength.

"It would be better to use this knife to fight you."

Qiu Shui was pulled out by Frey. Asura now just needs to keep it for nourishment. He doesn't need it in normal battles.

"Fight with me and you only use a knife!"

Gosile's face darkened, and Frey saw that he clearly had two sabers, but now only one was drawn out, which made him very angry.

"You will pay for your arrogance!"

As he spoke, Gosire's breath began to become violent, and his whole person was in a state of high excitement.

He had been waiting for this day for several months.

Today is the time to witness the results of these days of hard training every day and night.

He raised the knife and rushed towards Frey.

Red lightning crackled in the air.

The bloody aura covered the Shura blade, and a red light floated over.

The air seemed to be divided into two pieces, and Gosire slashed it with a silky knife.

Frey blocked it with his backhand, and a wisp of cold green light flashed from the Qiushui blade in his hand.

Gosire's expression froze, and Frey seized this moment and stabbed him in the chest.

Stab it!

Blood spurted out of Gosire's chest.

Frey was about to strike again when a flash of red flashed past.

He hurriedly took a wrong step and ducked, his waist was slashed, and blood spilled all over the floor.

Frey saw Gosire's bloodthirsty smile. He seemed to like this feeling of fighting.

"If you have a hand, your strength is indeed not bad!"

Frey took a few steps back, covering the wound on his waist.

To be able to injure himself so easily, Gosire's strength is at least equivalent to that of an elite lieutenant general in this department.

"You are also very strong!"

Gosire's eyes looked crazy, but he was very calm in his heart.

Originally, he was dissatisfied with Frey for only using one knife, and it wasn't Asura, but that attack just now made Gosire feel the pressure.

This kid is only twenty years old!

Thinking that he had been practicing hard for decades since childhood, but still couldn't compare to this boy who had only practiced swordsmanship for five years, Gosire felt really uncomfortable.

Tightening the Shura in his hand, Gexi Lei rushed forward.

He won't be scared like this. This battle has just begun!

The whole person was wrapped in blood-red aura, and armed domineering energy emerged from the body.

This time it's not just Shura's black sword, but Gosire's whole body is exuding dark red lightning that appears and disappears.

He just made a tentative stab, but Frey's reaction was beyond his imagination, so he had to use his true full strength.

He stepped hard on the ground, and the Shura in his right hand drew a beautiful arc in the air.

when! !

Armed domineering energy wrapped around the Qiu Shui blade, and Frey blocked the blade.

He performed the same trick again, and the blade of the sword flashed green again, but he saw Gosile directly closing his eyes.

The sword was pulled horizontally, and sparks flew from the two blades.

The Shura sword stood upright, surrounded by violent dark red lightning, and Gosire put his left hand under the handle of the sword.

"Heart Blade, cut!"

The terrifying knife made a whistling sound in the air, like a beam of light, arriving at one point.

Frey slashed across the sword and used his Qiushui blade to block it, but the terrifying power made it difficult for him to resist for a moment, and he was constantly hindered by his steps.

Shura's knife tip was pointed straight at him, exuding high-level armed domineering energy from time to time.

He was about to knock Frey away.

The muscles in Frey's right hand swelled, which was also the use of high-level armed domineering.

"Slash the stars!"

The faint blue light of the autumn water burst out. Frey flattened the blade, missed Shura's blade, and slashed out.

Pfft!

Stab it!

Frey was stabbed by Shura, and Gosire was slashed by Qiushui with a huge wound.

Seeing this, Frey and Gosire looked at each other and smiled. It was the smile of meeting a happy opponent.

However, the two people's movements did not slow down because of this.

Frey took a step back to make Shura leave, and swung the Qiushui sword in his hand.

Gosire held knives in both hands and started fighting with him.

Others saw the two people on the field playing tricks on each other from a distance, causing wounds to each other bit by bit.

From the looks of it, Gosire was more powerful and fought more violently, so much so that students like Munster thought that Frey was at a disadvantage.

Perona stared nervously at Frey, who had just been stabbed.

She has seen that this ugly man named Gosile is no worse than Moria.

"Hey! Don't lose!!"

Perona shouted.

Everyone heard the sound and looked over.

"Quiet, Perona!" Zefa said seriously.

"Oh."

Perona shrank her head, she was still a little scared facing Zefa.

After entering the elite training camp, she already knew what a very, very harsh teaching method was.

Although in the eyes of other students, Perona is already the most relaxed and is treated the least harshly by Zefa, she herself does not think so.

Somewhat frightened, she hid directly behind Ai Yin. With half of her head stretched out, Zefa was speechless.

On the field, both Frey and Gosire heard Perona's voice, but no matter who it was, they turned a blind eye to the voice.

Now the two of them only have each other in their eyes.

Tilting his head to avoid Gosire's knife, a bloodstain appeared on Frey's face.

Gosire's strength allowed Frey to use all his sword skills.

But even so, Frey can only fight at a level with his opponent. If he wants to win, he must seize the opportunity.

The same was true for Gosile when facing Frey. He knew that Frey was a user with natural fruit abilities.

So to be precise, he has already lost.

Because Frey didn't use his true full strength at all.

But Gosile didn't want to admit that he was inferior to the other party.

Even if the overall strength is not his opponent, at least he has to win back the victory in terms of swordsmanship.

The Shura in his hand followed his thoughts and swung the knife away, leaving another scar on Frey's shoulder.

But what followed was Frey's counterattack.

After taking a few steps back, Gosire's clothes had turned into pieces of rags and were now hanging around his waist.

His whole body was covered with blood lines left by autumn water.

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!..."

Gosire gasped for air.

In the battle with Frey, he had to be more careful not to expose his flaws and consume more energy than his father, who was already old and whose physical strength was not as good as before.

At this time, he was holding a knife in both hands, and the tip of Shura's knife was facing Frey.

Looking at Frey, who was also panting but breathing much more steadily than himself, Gosile knew that it would be extremely detrimental to him to continue fighting like this.

You must find an opportunity and decide the outcome with one strike!

Unfortunately, Frey could see his thoughts at a glance.

Without giving him a chance, he attacked Gosire like a violent storm.

The sound of attacks from the two blades continued, and the momentum of the two became more and more high.

Perhaps because of a tacit understanding, neither of them used the Flying Slash, or perhaps because they knew that such a move would be useless against the other.

Gosile dodged and missed Frey's knife.

"Heart Blade, slash randomly!!"

Holding the knife in both hands, red beams of light were densely packed and stabbed straight at him.

Frey quickly blocked Qiushui's horizontal sword, and the clanging sound was heard endlessly.

However, although the opponent's sword moves were blocked, Gosile's powerful strength still forced Frey to retreat step by step.

Seizing the opportunity of Frey's defense, Gosile rotated the Shura blade, with the tip facing backward, and strode out with his left foot.

"Heart Blade, slash horizontally!"

One strike struck horizontally, causing a roaring sound.

Frey took it forcefully and was blown backwards by the huge force.

"This is the chance!"

Gosire's eyes flashed.

"Heart Blade, Divine Slash!!"

Hold the knife in both hands, with the blade pointing upward and the blade facing Frey.

All the power in Gosire's body exploded, and the blood-red aura was mixed with all the armed domineering energy. The entire camp was enveloped by the aura of dark red lightning flashing from time to time.

The ground where Gosire was was also shaking constantly, as if it was about to crack at any moment.

The terrifying aura was still spreading everywhere, but when it affected the students in the elite training camp, Zefa calmly stretched out his hand.

Flying Squirrel and Gion originally planned to take action, but after seeing Zefa, they stayed put.

Zefa waved his hand casually, and the terrifying momentum was stopped here.

"As expected of Teacher Zefa!" Flying Squirrel and Gion secretly said.

Gosire's momentum was so terrifying that even the two of them felt the pressure.

It can only be said that Zefa is worthy of being a former admiral of the navy, and even now his sword is still fresh.

"It seems that the winner is about to be decided!"

Warring States said this on the roof of a house in the distance.

Others who had the same view as him were Zefa and Porusalino.

After Gosire's momentum and power exploded, his whole body was like red lightning.

With just a flash of light, the Shura in his hand was about to hit Frey.

Outside the court, Perona watched nervously. She was worried that with this blow, Frey would lose and be seriously injured. She didn't want to see that ugly look.

Not only her, but Hope, Precito and Qiao Niel were also looking worriedly.

They were very confident at first and gradually felt that their eldest brother was no match and had been suppressed.

But now, it seems that the winner is about to be decided.

Just when everyone thought Frey was about to be hit, a shadow flashed across Frey's body.

This phantom resembled a big dragon. Following Frey's footsteps as he flew backwards, he stepped on the ground, and then with more force, the gray sword light was mixed with the domineering color of high-level weapons.

"Kill! Dragon!!"

A knife was swung out.

A large black and gray dragon roared out from the blade.

"Roar!!!"

The sound was so loud that it resounded directly throughout the area, causing some naval soldiers and officials who were members of the Navy family living around the elite training camp to look this way.

Qiu Shui and Shura fought together, and the blood-red aura collided with the black-gray aura emitted by Frey.

At this moment, the entire camp was hit by the air waves generated by the constant confrontation between these two momentums.

The originally solid ground was cracked by the earthquake at this moment, and the cracks were becoming more and more numerous.

"I won't lose!!"

Feeling the strength brought by Frey from Qiushui, who could react even after being knocked away by him, Gosire yelled unwillingly.

He knew that after his sword was caught, he could already declare his defeat.

But even so, as long as he hasn't really lost yet, he will still try to fight.

All the strength in his body exploded again.

With a pop, the wounds all over the body that had been slashed by Frey burst open, and blood continued to shoot out.

Perhaps because he increased his strength, he was able to overwhelm Frey during the duel.

"Roar!!!"

A big black and gray dragon on Qiu Shui's blade roared again.

This deafening sound made Gosire dizzy.

For a moment, the strength in his hand relaxed a little.

Then everyone outside the field saw that Frey slashed Shura's blade with a knife, and sparks suddenly flew down, along the blade, and opened a big wound on Gosire's chest.

Frey himself slowly put Qiu Shui back into the scabbard.

"I won this battle!"

As Frey finished speaking, Gosire next to him plopped down and fell down.

The outcome was decided, and Moore, who had not been seen for a long time, came forward with a professional doctor to treat Gosire and Frey's injuries.

These two people were covered in wounds from knife blades, and they looked extremely horrifying.

However, after a round of handling, that night, Frey and Gosire acted as if nothing was wrong, eating delicious food and drinking wine in the cafeteria of the elite training camp.

Of course, Zefa and Moore are indispensable in this place. As for other students, they should naturally go back and rest early.

Even Perona, who was pestering her to come, was sternly called back to her dormitory by Zefa.

Frey didn't drink, so he took the juice drink aside and said to Gosire:

"Welcome to the Navy, Gosire."

Gosile touched Frey depressedly and swallowed the wine in the glass in his hand.

It seems that I have boarded Frey's ship, and I don't know whether it is good or bad.

He glanced at this handsome young marine who was obviously seriously injured but recovered much faster than himself.

Gosire sighed inwardly. In this world, there really are powerful monsters that make people despair. They can suppress you at all levels.

He reached out and touched Shura on his waist. This was the saber that Doug gave to him when he lost.

"I won't just give in!"

Gosile thought silently in his heart.