Pirates: The biggest scum in naval history

"focus!!"

"Every punch you throw must be a punch that carries out the will of victory and justice!"

"Only one strike with confidence in victory can integrate all your messy abilities!!"

Under the scorching sun.

In the abandoned port where various military wastes were piled up, a black figure stood against the harsh sunlight, breathing heavily, and like a ferocious beast, punched wildly at the huge warship that was 20 meters high in front of him.

The figure's upper body was naked, revealing a body covered with various scars. The lines on his face were as deep as a precipitous cliff, and a large amount of sweat dripped down his black hair and chin.

The muscular and angular body has been exposed to a healthy tan, and the temperament is wild and unruly.

With each punch, its powerful force was like a tightly twisted hemp rope, erupting into a dull wave of air, causing the huge thing in front of him to tremble violently.

Not far away, Garp, wearing a floral shirt, shorts, and flip-flops, was sitting under a simple sun umbrella, leaning comfortably on a lounge chair, holding a glass of juice in his hand, eating donuts and pushing him from time to time. A few words.

"I told you not to use domineering force!"

"I have no use for being domineering!!"

Darren cursed angrily.

This bad old man was very bad. At first he pretended that he wanted to practice with him, but within a few days he revealed his true colors.

First, I carried a sun umbrella and a deck chair from nowhere, and then my butt was stuck to the beach chair and never got up again.

"Hahahaha, I know you are not using your dominance, so I just want to remind you."

Garp laughed loudly, his face as thick as a city wall.

Darren:…

He gritted his teeth and looked at Garp's comfortable and comfortable look. Even though he couldn't help but feel itchy with hatred, the movement and speed of his fists suddenly increased!

Bang bang bang!

He simply vented all his inner anger onto the shattered warship in front of him.

Suddenly, sawdust and metal fragments continued to fly, and the violent punches even caused obvious vibrations on the ground beneath his feet.

This kid is really a freak...

Karp happily took a sip of the iced juice, squinted at Darren's explosive body like a cheetah, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Although I had already seen Darren's strength with my own eyes and heard about the latter's monster-like physique, I was somewhat mentally prepared.

But after getting in touch with the practice in the past few days, Garp was still shocked by the physical fitness of Darren.

He is invulnerable to invulnerability, water and fire, and has a toughness comparable to or even surpassing that of steel. Even bullets and cannons have no effect on him.

Karp also conducted special experiments on this.

The euphemistic name was to test the physical limits, but in fact Garp was just curious, so he used his bare hands to throw cannonballs to bombard Darren.

The results of it?

After a round of shelling, Darren's military uniform was blown to tatters, black smoke was rising all over his body, and the ground within a radius of ten meters under his feet was forcibly sunk by one meter, but he still stood as if nothing happened. There!

what does that mean?

Garp looked at Darren who was punching wildly there, and two vicious figures appeared in his mind.

——Kaido and Big Mom.

"I didn't expect that our navy would have such a freak... Could it be that this kid is not of human blood, but some weird race?"

Cap rubbed the stubble on his chin, stared at Darren's back curiously, and couldn't help but muttered.

"Why don't you let that bastard Porusalino come and check it out?"

Such an idea suddenly occurred to him, but he quickly shook his head.

"Forget it, this isn't important."

He took a bite of the donut and continued to observe Darren's movements.

Well, I have a preliminary feeling, and the strength is obviously much more concentrated than before.

I have to say, this brat is still working very hard.

A satisfied smile appeared on Garp's lips.

In fact, what really satisfied him was not his extraordinary physical fitness, but his will that was tougher than his "steel body".

Karp knew very well how intense the training plan he arranged was, and it was impossible for normal people to persist.

But Darren's performance completely exceeded his expectations.

No matter how much he sweats or how tired his body is, he never says "tired".

This young man's bones are filled with a desire to "become stronger" that ordinary people cannot understand. He is persistent, determined, and can even be described as crazy.

"Maybe he might actually learn it in the end..."

Garp's eyes flickered, smiled and whispered.

At this time, a young navy soldier ran over quickly, panting and saluting Garp:

"Report to Lieutenant General Karp, Mr. Zefa said it's time."

Garp rolled his eyes angrily.

"Okay, okay."

He put down the donuts and juice and shouted to Darren:

"Boy Darren, it's time, go to Zefa's side."

Darren said nothing, and the speed of his fists increased again.

A punch like a violent storm suddenly enveloped a large area of ​​the warship's hull in front.

"Huh?"

Garp suddenly raised his eyebrows, a look of expectation rising in his eyes.

The next second——

Darren yelled violently, his eyes were serious, strength emerged from his feet, and the muscles in his body contracted flexibly.

The body is like a precision-operated machine, transmitting this force all the way along the spine to the arms.

Punch out!

boom! !

A dull sound came out.

The difference was that this punch was different from before, and the hull of the warship did not vibrate at all.

Not moving at all.

one second,

two seconds,

three seconds,

In Darren's heavy breathing,

Amidst Karp’s excited cheers,

In the shocked eyes of the navy soldier who came to convey the order,

The wreckage of the warship, which was already in dilapidated condition... suddenly exploded into fragments that filled the sky! !

"Hahahahaha!! Very good!!"

Garp stood up suddenly, put his hands on his hips with a proud smile and said:

"My teaching method is indeed correct. Although this punch is still far from being truly mastered, it already has that flavor!!"

Darren looked at Karp's proud look and was too lazy to complain.

He walked over tiredly, put on his large navy cloak, and said to the navy soldier who was still standing there blankly:

"Let's go."

The navy soldier grunted and swallowed, looking away from the waste-strewn land, and quickly followed.

After walking for a while, he finally couldn't restrain his curiosity and asked cautiously in a low voice:

"Brigadier General Darren, what was the name of that move just now?"

Darren paused.

He raised his head, took out a pack of cigarettes, took one out, bit it in his mouth and lit it.

The cool wind blew by, and the white smoke shrouded his face, looking extremely mysterious.

The navy soldiers held their breath and waited quietly.

Seeing Darren's serious and lonely look, he knew that the name of this move must be quite majestic.

"This move..."

Darren exhaled a long breath of smoke and said calmly:

"——It's called 'Serious Punch'."

The naval soldier seemed to have been struck by lightning.

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