7 Chapter 7

"Very well, Libi," Sengoku nodded with satisfaction. He was pleased with the polite demeanor of Garp's trained individuals.

"Mu Feng? I've heard that old bastard Garp talk about you quite often," Sengoku smiled. Suddenly, he turned around and said, "Well then, see for yourself. With your current strength, what rank can I grant you?"

Mu Feng was taken aback. He didn't expect Sengoku to deviate from the norm.

But Mu Feng was not one to mince words. After a brief moment of surprise, he spoke up, saying, "Admiral, there are only three positions available. I won't compete with the three old guys." He gestured towards the three Admirals who were occupied with their own tasks. He continued, "At the very least, grant me the rank of Lieutenant General. Otherwise, I'll appear inferior in front of the old man."

Mu Feng's words caught everyone's attention.

Aokiji, who had his eyes closed behind a blindfold, opened them in surprise. This was the first time he encountered such an arrogant kid.

"Oh ha ha... Lieutenant General, huh?" Kizaru chuckled, crossing his legs.

"Huh... Lieutenant General!? You have no idea how high the sky is," the Red Dog said coldly. His eyes held a hint of coldness as he looked at Mu Feng. The Red Dog was a firm believer in absolute justice, considering anything that defied the World Government as a crime.

Seeing Mu Feng, the Red Dog couldn't help but think of Monkey D. Dragon. Once a formidable candidate for Marine Admiral, he had now established the Revolutionary Army and become the most dangerous and wanted criminal in the eyes of the World Government.

Both possessed exceptional talent and shared the same surname.

Akainu was determined to prevent another incident like the one with Dragon from happening within the Marines.

Mu Feng glanced at the Red Dog and furrowed his brow.

He wondered why Akainu harbored such hostility towards him. Mu Feng didn't hold much ill will towards the Red Dog, as he too was upholding his own sense of justice. While their paths hadn't crossed, Mu Feng knew that if he hadn't intervened, Ace would have surely perished at Akainu's hands. As for the connection between himself and Ace, there was no need to reiterate it.

Hearing Mu Feng's words, Sengoku was also taken aback. However, he smiled, not angered. After all, he wasn't devoid of youth and vigor. He spoke up, saying, "Mu Feng, every Lieutenant General at Naval Headquarters has experienced the New World. But if you can't compete, I'll grant you the rank of Lieutenant Colonel for now. Your promotion will depend on your own strength."

Lieutenant Colonel? What a joke! I can't even complete the task!

How could this be possible? Mu Feng glanced at Sengoku, his mouth slightly raised.

Moonwalk-Meteor!

Moonwalk was a physical technique that allowed one to move in the air by stepping on the air itself. After fully mastering Moonwalk, Mu Feng had developed an advanced technique known as Meteor. It pushed the limits of Moonwalk, allowing him to move as swiftly as a meteor chasing the sun.

Seeing Mu Feng speed away, Sengoku couldn't help but be impressed.

I underestimated this kid. With such incredible Six Styles, Mu Feng's strength is no doubt on par with any major general in his division.

Without hesitation, Sengoku and his team hurried to the training ground.

When they arrived, Aokiji was already engaged in battle with Mu Feng. A crowd had gathered around to witness the spectacle.

Upon seeing Sengoku's arrival, they voluntarily made way for him.

"Frozen Two Spears!" Aokiji showed no intention of holding back. Ice spears resembling halberds materialized around him and lunged towards Mu Feng.

"Hey... Tempest Kick!" Mu Feng countered with a powerful kick.

The ice spears aimed at Mu Feng abruptly shattered into ice shards on the ground. Mu Feng's offensive showed no signs of stopping.

"Tempest Kick-Death Cross!"

Death Cross was an advanced technique that Mu Feng had developed based on Tempest Kick. It unleashed a vacuum slash that resembled the slash of a Tachi, forming the shape of a "cross." The Death Cross unleashed more than two Tempest Kicks simultaneously, inflicting several times the damage. Unless one employed Armament Haki, it would be impossible to withstand.

Mu Feng's Tempest Kick was incredibly fast, let alone the Death Cross.

In the blink of an eye, it was already upon Aokiji. He had no time to evade. The Death Cross sliced through his body, reducing him to four pieces.