Pirates making memes: get eight magic skills at the beginning

In 1511 of the Haiyuan calendar, spring.

This year is destined to be recorded in the development history of the navy.

On the huge playground specially designated by the Navy Headquarters, hundreds of naval cadets are running around the playground.

A purple-haired middle-aged man was leading the way. From time to time, he glanced back at the students and shouted angrily:

"Did you not eat in the morning? You run so weakly, why don't you hurry up?"

After leaving this sentence, the purple-haired middle-aged man suddenly accelerated.

This middle-aged strong man wears a navy cloak on his shoulders, his upper body is shirtless, showing his muscles. He has gone through hundreds of battles, big and small, and he has many healed scars on his body, which makes him look much stronger. A bit of a sense of might.

Admiral of the Navy Headquarters, black-armed Zefa.

23 years ago, after Zefa's family was killed by pirates, Zefa retired to the second line and became the chief instructor of the Naval Academy, responsible for training the new generation of navy.

After running for 42 kilometers in a row, Zefa didn't blush and his heart beat, but exhausted the naval cadets behind him.

Except for a few naval cadets who were able to keep breathing evenly without much effort, most of the naval cadets put their hands on their knees and panted heavily.

Running at a speed of 4 minutes per kilometer is a double test of physical fitness and fitness for any naval student.

All the students felt that their heart rate was soaring, their hearts were beating wildly, and sweat as big as soybeans was pouring down without money.

Zefa glanced across, and deliberately paused for a few seconds on those top-notch students.

"Smogg, Tina, Drake, Duddy Masterson, Jonathan."

"It seems that this is a good seed among the freshmen in this class, and the others are almost interested."

Just as Zefa was planning the next stage of teaching, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Marshal Warring States had arrived with Karp.

Sengoku, Karp, and Zefa were all students of the same class at the Naval Academy, and they were comrades who fought side by side on the battlefield. Zefa quickly put down the work at hand and walked forward.

"What kind of wind is blowing today, how did you bring the two big figures of the navy here?"

Garp pretended not to hear Zefa's thorny ridicule, and their group of old friends had long been used to blackmailing each other, so they didn't take it to heart.

Karp pushed Yang Ming forward and said:

"Zefa, today I want to recommend my disciple to enter the Naval Academy."

Hearing this, Zefa frowned.

"Is this out of order?"

"The number of students enrolled in the Naval Academy is limited every year. This year's enrollment quota has been used up, and this child is too young. Even if he is allowed to enter the Naval Academy, I am afraid that he will not be able to withstand the torment of training."

Zefa shook his head again and again, with a clear attitude.

"Rules are dead, people are alive."

At this time, Marshal Warring States said:

"Zefa, sometimes you are too brainy to do things and don't know how to be flexible."

"I also know your difficulties, so I decided to ask Yang Ming to challenge a student. If he can defeat the opponent, I will exercise the power of the marshal and let him enter the Naval Academy."

Zefa frowned into a Sichuan shape.

If it's just Garp alone, Zefa can still refuse.

If Karp refuses to accept it, he will fight Karp at worst.

But with the words of Marshal Warring States, Zefa also understood Karp's determination.

Zefa looked at Yang Ming meaningfully, seeing that he had black hair and black eyes, his face was sharp and angular, and he couldn't help feeling a little dazed, as if he saw Karp when he was a boy.

"Garp, this old boy, could he be an illegitimate child born somewhere?"

Zefa secretly guessed in his heart, and felt more and more that this was the truth.

No way, who said that the two fathers and sons, Long and Karp, are not alike at all?

Zefa took a deep breath, raised an index finger, and said in a deep voice:

"I agree with this matter in principle, but I have a request. The student Yang Ming challenges must be appointed by me."

The Warring States Marshal raised his brows. He has worked with Zefa for many years, and he knew that the other party had a bad temper. He probably would choose a strong student to defeat Yang Ming, so that Karp would retreat in spite of the difficulties.

In this way, Zefa can not only stick to his bottom line, but also save the face of the two of them. Yang Ming is the only one who is unlucky.

The Warring States Marshal glanced at Garp subconsciously, and saw that he did not refuse, but was full of confidence, and couldn't help muttering in his heart:

"Is there anything special about this child?"

The Marshal of the Warring States Period knew that Garp never did anything he was not sure about.

Now, even Marshal Warring States couldn't help but look forward to this battle a little more.

Zefa led Yang Ming to the students of this year, looked around, and said loudly:

"You bastards, you should have heard just now that the kid next to me is going to challenge one of you!"

"He's just a child, at least seven years younger than you. If he wins, you will be a disgrace to previous naval cadets!"

"I ask you, do you want to be this disgrace!"

Zefa's words immediately stirred up waves.

A group of freshmen were at the age of youthful vigor, even though they knew that this was Zefa's provocative method, they were blushed and yelled immediately:

"In no mood!"

Hundreds of freshmen spoke in unison, the voice was deafening, and the momentum was huge.

Zefa originally thought that he could use this to scare Yang Ming and make him retreat.

But when he glanced out of the corner of his eye, he didn't see a panicked look on Yang Ming's face. Instead, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his eyes burst out with a fiery fighting intent, obviously ready to move.

"This kid, why does he even have the same personality as Garp? Isn't he really Garp's illegitimate son?"

Zefa murmured in his heart, but looked at the group of freshmen.

The students who failed to persist in the 42-kilometer long-distance run just now were directly filtered out.

Smoker ate the smog fruit, possessed the ability to turn elements, and was the strongest among all the students, which was also not in Zefa's consideration.

Zefa could even imagine that if he chose Smoker as Yang Ming's opponent, Garp would dare to tear down his naval academy tomorrow.

Tina is a girl, not suitable.

Duddy Masdason looked like a fool, afraid of him paddling.

Jonathan was still in a daze at this moment, what was he thinking?

Finally, Zefa fixed his gaze on Drake.

This kid, with a smug look, can tell at a glance that he is a thorn in the side.

Yang Ming won, so he helped Zefa teach Drake a lesson.

Drake won, his strength was at the top among all the students, and he was not too strong, just enough to refuse Karp's request.

No matter what, Zefa wins.

It's a big win!

"Drake, get out!"

Following Zefa's order, Drake stepped out of the queue excitedly.

Drake has orange hair and blue eyes, a hooked nose, thin lips, and an X-shaped scar on his chin. Staring at the boy opposite, a slightly cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Boy, I don't want to know what kind of background you have, because what I hate the most are you guys with backgrounds."

"So, I would like to advise you, it is still too late to surrender obediently, otherwise when I beat you to the ground, there will be nowhere to cry."

Yang Ming looked stern, without talking nonsense, he just raised a middle finger towards Drake.

Thousands of words are not as powerful as a middle finger.

Drake's expression darkened, his feet suddenly exerted force, and the whole person suddenly stepped forward, stabbing straight at the face that disgusted him with the knife in his hand.

Yang Ming's five slender fingers were already resting on the handle of the knife worn around his waist, and he suddenly drew the knife out of its sheath.

"Clang!"

When the knives collided, sparks were produced by friction.

Yang Ming's knife is cold and sharp, it is not the knife of Dadan's family.

The last time Yang Ming attached the flame to the back of the knife, the knife could not withstand the baptism of battle, and it cracked after the battle. Now this knife is a naval standard weapon.

"Is your strength only at this level?"

Yang Ming's arm suddenly exerted force, and the force was transmitted to Drake's hand through the edge of the blade, making his mouth numb, and he couldn't hold the handle of the knife. "Ding".

"What a lot of strength!"

Derek was secretly surprised.

Although he was indeed a little careless just now, he never thought that the boy in front of him actually contained such a strange power, which surpassed many ordinary adult men.

The Liuku Immortal Thief's skill, as long as the food is nutritious enough, can extract a large amount of Qi to improve physical fitness.

The world of One Piece is completely different from Yang Ming's previous life, the food here contains more nutrition.

Especially when the warship passed through the windless zone, Garp also hunted and killed a few sea kings for Yang Ming to eat. The nutrition contained in the flesh and blood of the sea kings was beyond ordinary people's imagination. performance today.

After the hilt of the knife was shaken off by Yang Ming, Drake felt the strange eyes of his friends around him. Those eyes were like sharp knives piercing his heart, which made him feel ashamed and annoyed.

Drake suddenly pulled out a navy-style long knife from his waist, and said coldly:

"Smelly brat, a weak person like you should act like a weak person, why don't you go home obediently?"

This time, Drake put aside the contempt in his heart, and slashed fiercely with the handle of the knife in both hands, as if he wanted to cut Yang Ming in half.

Yang Ming knew that although his strength was stronger than many ordinary adults, he still had a long way to go from an outstanding student like Drake, so he immediately chose to avoid his edge and kept dodging around the opponent.

Yang Ming raised his head, looked directly at Drake's fierce eyes, and said calmly:

"Drake, you're wrong!"

"The weak have no rights and no choice."

"So, we must become the strong and use the power of the strong to protect the weak!"