The Pirate's Ultimate Swordsman, One Man is the Royal Group

The two had a pleasant conversation and soon returned to the town.

Arthur's act of saving people last night was praised by many people and moved the civilians on Lionheart Island to tears.

"Look at that eagle, it was it that saved me from the fire."

"Condor!"

"Condor!"

Hearing the refugees' praise, Cooper happily folded his wings, hopped left and right on his eagle feet, and started dancing beside them.

This made many refugees smile bitterly from their sadness.

"Haha, I've often heard people say that before." Arthur was pleased to see Cooper popular, and said standing behind Dorag:

"Whether it's a person or an animal, if it has been with a person since childhood, its personality and behavior will be very similar to that person. I now have a deep understanding of this."

"Just like you, the first impression you give me is very contagious, you know?" Dorag praised, feeling that there is justice in Arthur's heart.

But it seems that he doesn't like crowded places.

Although he doesn't interact with people, he can chat happily with himself.

As for him contacting people, it seemed that...he and Crow were the only two people released on the entire warship.

Arthur had no contact with any of the other soldiers and rarely even spoke to them.

Major Crow quickly received the news from the headquarters on the warship, and used coal ash to make a crow and sent it to Dorag outside the warship.

"Well, it was handled very quickly. This department is still very considerate of geniuses." Dorag took the file from Coal Crow's mouth, looked at the contents inside and said to Arthur:

"Dragu, if this man is really as amazing as the combat information you uploaded, please temporarily promote him to sergeant and observe his personal abilities."

"No need to observe. I don't have the ability to lead troops in battle." Arthur refused after hearing this. He knew himself very well.

He can't change anyone except himself, nor does he want to change anyone.

He doesn't want to be anyone's boss. He just wants to learn humbly and slowly improve his abilities.

"..." Dorag said speechlessly: "Five levels up in one battle, are you stupid? You get paid!"

"How...how much?" Arthur became interested when he heard the salary.

"1 million Baileys!"

"I want to sell more game, aphrodisiac kidneys, and eggs from male animals, and I can make more money than this!" Arthur was extremely dissatisfied with such salary.

Even to the extreme of disgust.

He would easily get ten thousand from any island that had mountains, forests, civilized towns, and villages.

He thought it was impossible for such an island to exist, unless the inhabitants of that island did not like game and meat.

"Then what do you want?" Seeing that Arthur was not satisfied, Dorag wanted to satisfy him.

"I..." Arthur has been self-disciplined for more than ten years, but today he has something difficult to talk about.

He leaned close to Dorag's ear and whispered to him: "If you can find a prettier girl for me..."

"Sorry, we don't talk about romance during a mission." Hearing this, Dorag put the document in his palm and pushed Arthur away.

He ignored Arthur and went to the relief station to do what he was supposed to do.

Arthur looked at the document in his hand with disappointment and a gloomy face.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He yelled at Dorag, "I'll have plenty of ways to deal with you later! You virgin!"

"Cooper!" (Virgin!)

"Hmm?" The colonel's dignity was insulted, and Dorag sent an invisible murderous aura towards Arthur.

"Then it would be okay if you teach me the Six Styles now...?" Arthur was a little scared. He couldn't beat Dragon yet, so he had to change his reward request.

"Alas." Dorag shook his head at Arthur, and then brought a pot of iron sand from the warship to Arthur:

"Put your finger in there for a few days first, let me see your finger foundation, and then I'll teach you how to point the gun."

"Pointing at the gun?" Arthur tilted his head and asked him doubtfully:

"My finger and wrist strength may be stronger than yours, Colonel."

"What did you say?!" Dorag turned and looked at Arthur seriously, thinking that he was being a little too arrogant.

"I'm serious. The difference in strength is not that big. As long as I hold something with all my strength, it will not let go unless I die. Basically no one can let go." Arthur did not brag but told his situation truthfully.

Boom! Dorag was a little curious, so he brought a wooden barrel from the town and looked at Arthur in an arm-wrestling posture.

"Try?"

"Just give it a try!" Arthur also walked up and held his hand.

This action immediately ignited many soldiers and injured civilians who were lying in the medical tents.

In such a heavy atmosphere, the two people's actions brought them a bit of fun.

The two of them exerted their strength almost at the same time, and it took less than two seconds.

As Dorag was in a stalemate with Arthur, he found that Arthur's wrist was as motionless as steel.

The epidermis seemed to be glued to the skin of his palm, so tight that he couldn't believe it.

Everyone fought all night without sleeping, but Dragon was still no match for Arthur with pure strength.

"Your swordsmanship must be amazing, Arthur?" Dorag asked seriously, looking at the sword that had been lying on Arthur's waist.

"Please exercise self-restraint. I will never use it unless it is absolutely necessary." Arthur said to him, and then deliberately gave up his wrist and lost to Dragon.

This caused cheers from his army and civilians.

"I'm going to take a nap...Colonel." Arthur climbed onto the warship and walked towards the dormitory in the cabin.

One of them fell down on the hammock he made, looking at the ceiling and thinking about the battle last night.

At this moment, Arthur's heart was shaken by the magical power of the devil fruit.

It shook his determination not to become a landlubber.

Who doesn't want to have the power to fight across levels?

"Devil Fruit? Huh~ Huh~"

After a while, he fell asleep in the hammock.

……

Naval Headquarters, Marinevando.

The instructors gathered in a room to receive Arthur's battle report and discuss it.

The show was hosted by a middle-aged man with purple hair, a full beard, looking extremely decadent and with a look of disdain on his face for everyone.

His name is Zephyr, and he was a navy admiral a few months ago.

Because his wife and children were killed by pirates who hated him this year, he moved from the front-line fighting to the rear to focus on training talents.

He held his head high, tilted his head and said to everyone present: "As usual, I will be the one to guide the gifted geniuses I discover. Do you have any objections?"

Some officers were not convinced and came out to refute:

"Zefa, you've only been an instructor for a year, and you've already taught so many geniuses. You should let us lead a class of geniuses to fame, right?"

"That's right!" One person came out to refute, and the second person followed.

"Genius can't always go to you, Zephyr, even if you were an admiral a few months ago!"

"As usual, let's fight for the seedlings in a duel, shall we?" Zefa stood up from the conference table, showing his big white teeth and smiling at everyone:

"Come all at once, I'll finish it in a flash so as not to waste time."

"..."

When the instructors in the conference room heard this suggestion, they all fell silent.

Who dares to stand up and fight against the guys who once fought against the Rocks Pirates, the Roger Pirates, and those pirates who disappeared after the battle in God Valley?

"What's wrong? Didn't some of you say that I'm addicted to alcohol and can't do it anymore?" Seeing that no one said anything, Zefa took the initiative to provoke.

"I still have to go train the new recruits... I'm leaving first, Zefa."

"Asshole! Just because you have the power you can do whatever you want, right, Zefa? You're so cruel!"

The instructors left one after another, leaving Zefa alone, watching with Arthur's information in his hand.

"I hope this evaluation is not a false impression or public opinion created by your men. I have been looking for such a person for a long time, Drago."

The final fight between Arthur and Apollo last night was uploaded word for word by Dragon to the Navy Headquarters.

That sense of justice and responsibility deeply touched Zefa's heart.

It seemed that this kind of person was the one he had been looking for, different from the guy who was too cold and lazy.

"Hey, Zefa!" A woman with half black and half white hair walked into the meeting room: "You are still so stubborn, everyone is scared away by you again!"

"There's nothing I can do, Xiaohe. I only have one thought in mind right now, which is to train a hero who can change the times!"

"They will soon be sent to Punk Hazard to transport Kaido and a test subject named Abel. I hope nothing goes wrong along the way." Crane told Zefa about Dragon's next mission.

This made Zefa's face change drastically: "Kaido? The one from the Rocks Pirates?"

"That's right. I heard that the guy named Abel is from the Lunalia clan."

Zefa couldn't help but smile and asked, "Does Garp know?"

"I know. He doesn't care at all. He says this is a training process for his son to become a powerful navy." Crane responded to Zefa's question.

"Studying two creatures that are higher in biological level than humans, and gathering those crazy scientists from MASD together, what exactly do the Celestial Dragons want to do? What do those five old men want to do?"