Stay at an elite training camp!

"One sword style, instant slash!"

Once again using "Shaving" to avoid the vine attack from the giant tree, Morn came to the branches of the giant tree and faced Binz head-on.

As Zefa's proud disciple, Binzi was good at domineering and practicing the Six Styles. He noticed Moen's attack, turned around and raised his feet high, then dropped them heavily.

"Lanjiao·Chaos!"

Two white slashes collided with Morn's armed slash. The two were stagnant in the air for a long time, and many branches were broken in the aftermath of the battle.

The branch that Moen was standing on was unfortunately shattered. He tapped the void with his toes and fired a finger gun in the opposite direction.

In the dust generated by the explosion, a figure penetrated the fog and appeared directly in front of Moen.

What a pity, what he faced was Morn's fully armed color finger gun!

"Hi!"

Due to his carelessness, Binz's defense was directly broken by Morn, and a small hole was pierced in his chest.

"Awesome." Binz jumped back onto the giant branch, touched his chest with his fingers, and stopped the bleeding from the wound with trembling muscles.

"But, can you face this!"

Binz snapped his fingers, the earth shattered, and countless tree roots pierced out from the ground. These tree roots were equipped with armed domineering energy!

Moen continued to use Shave to dodge, but there were too many tree roots, and he was completely surrounded before long.

"Cut!" Moen pursed his lips and cut across with the sharp knife in his hand, "One knife flow, the energy is round!"

A circular slash!

What drives it is absolutely sharp!

In an instant, the tree root field created by Binz was cleared away, and Moen stood there and took a breath.

Qi Yuan was developed by Moen based on an unscientific move in a certain animation. It is characterized by sharpness, good at group attacks, and clearing obstacles.

"What a sharp slash!" Binz jumped down, holding a green long knife in his hand. He was also a capable swordsman.

"A sword showdown?" Lieutenant General Mole was thinking secretly from the outside.

"Okay, let's stop here." Zefa shouted, stopping the next fight.

"Yes, teacher!", "Yes, Chief Zefa!"

The two men immediately sheathed their swords and stood upright in front of Zefa.

"The six-style navy shaver, moon step, finger gun, domineering armament, swordsman-level swordsmanship." Zefa looked at Moen with great satisfaction, "You should be hiding something, yes, really good. "

"If the fight continues, Binz will win, but it will definitely be a miserable victory. This is unnecessary."

Zefa patted Moen on the shoulder. The huge force made Moen almost lose his balance.

"Okay, Binz, take him to Building 10."

 "tenth?"

Binz was shocked. That was where the elite training camp lived. You must know that among this batch of recruits, no one has been able to enter the elite training camp.

Seeing that Moen had gone back to carry his big bag, Binz shrugged and led the way.

"Flying Squirrel, you brought me a good seedling." Zefa said in a deep voice.

The flying squirrel nodded, "Then, I'll leave first. I hope he will become the backbone of the navy as soon as possible."

After saying that, the flying squirrel left gracefully.

"The backbone." Zefa's eyes were full of pain and hatred, and his left hand tightly held the machine on his right arm.

"What are you doing? How do you fight pirates and uphold justice like this? Hurry up and train! Double the training!"

Zefa turned around and saw a group of navy lazily watching the fun, and couldn't help but yell angrily.

Having experienced endless sorrow, he is no longer the kind and non-killing general Zefa!

Naval Academy Dormitory Building, Building 10.

Moen walked in this somewhat quiet corridor.

Room 101.

"Okay, you can stay here." Binz opened the door and Moen poked his head in. It was a dormitory for four people, but Moen was the only one now.

"This is the exclusive dormitory building for the elite training camp, but the quality of this batch of recruits is obviously not good." Binz waved his hand. As a naval lieutenant commander, his task is to cooperate with Teacher Zefa and settle down in the naval academy.

"Okay, Major Binz!"

Moen saluted and then walked into his room.

"Oh, by the way, after you arrange your luggage, hurry up and go to training. Although you have just arrived, there is no way that Teacher Zefa will let go of the training."

Before leaving, Binz turned around and gave instructions. Moen nodded to express his understanding.

 "Snapped!"

After throwing his luggage directly onto the bed, Moen pulled a stool and sat down to relieve the fatigue of his feet.

Although Binz suffered a loss in the battle just now and Moen seemed not to be injured at all, only he knew how much damage such frequent use of the shaver had on his legs.

After moving his legs and feet, Moen took out his short shirt, put it on, picked up the knife and left the dormitory.

He wanted to see what special training General Zefa could arrange for him.

"Practice another hundred times!"

Before arriving at the training ground, Moen heard Zefa's angry voice.

"Your name is Moen, right?" Moen walked into the training ground, and Zefa asked without looking back.

"Report, Ensign Morn!"

"Well, I'm quite energetic." Zefa walked over with a look in his eyes, and then punched him.

Moen felt his hair stand on end, and then he left the place with a "shave".

"Ha~ha~" Not far away, Moen knelt on one knee, breathing heavily.

He didn't expect that Zefa would take action directly, and he didn't expect that he would almost use up all his strength after shaving just once.

"What's going on?" Moen breathed heavily and asked Zefa.

"The combat intuition is very beautiful!" Even Zefa had to admire it.

With that punch just now, Zefa completely caught Moen off guard. In addition, he secretly used the Haki of Observation Color to seal Moen's movements. It stands to reason that regardless of whether Moen has awakened Observation Color or not, this punch should be the same. Inescapable.

But Moen relied on his intuition to avoid it. He was very embarrassed because he had exhausted the hidden physical strength in his body.

"Boy Moen, you go and do special physical training first. Two thousand push-ups, one hundred rope climbs back and forth, and two hundred laps of long-distance running."

Zefa waved his hand and continued to guide the naval soldiers.

Moen climbed up, exhaled gently, turned around and went to the training ground.

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"Okay, let's end the training here today." Zefa looked at the sky, frowned, and then yelled.

All the sailors breathed a sigh of relief. They felt that Teacher Zefa was a little too harsh today.

Maybe it's because of the newcomer today.

Some sailors glanced at the training ground to one side, where a figure was doing a handstand.

I have been doing handstand on one finger for three hours.

In other words, Moen ended their training three hours ahead of schedule.

Zefa looked at Moen, and then at this group of students, the irritable look in his eyes became more intense.

"Go and wash up and eat quickly, and continue training after dinner!"

 "What!"

The soldiers were all surprised. It was already evening now. By the time they finished washing and eating, it was already midnight. They had never trained in the middle of the night before.

"Boy Moen, it's time to eat." Zefa's eyes looking at Moen became a little gentle, as if he thought of something, and the clenched fist in his left hand loosened.

"Teacher Zefa, you go ahead, I haven't reached my limit yet." Moen's voice was very steady.

Zefa nodded, "Then remember to go and eat."

After saying that, Zefa really left.

Moen continued to stand on his head in the field, trying to squeeze out the last strength in his body.

From the day he realized he had traveled to the world of pirates, Moen knew the shortcut to becoming a strong person as quickly as possible.

[Ding, no matter what hidden injuries you suffer during training, you can fully recover when your body is fully improved. ]

Relying on his own immortality, he squeezed his body desperately.

Transformed again and again, until now.

Three more hours have passed, and it has been six hours since Morn stood on his head. Because he did not use his weapon color or finger gun, Morn felt that he could still hold on.

 "fall back!"

A blue light wave shot over. The speed was not very fast, but it was in the blind corner of Moen's field of vision.

 "who!"

Feeling the surge of air, Moen's eyes moved. As his legs dropped, his toes quickly tapped the ground.

"Shave!"

"Point the gun!"

The fingers wrapped in military colors pointed at a rice bowl and did not move forward.

A beautiful girl with long blue hair was holding a bowl of rice with a chuckle.

"Are you, Lieutenant Colonel?" Moen saw the beauty's rank and immediately saluted.

"You don't need so many etiquettes. My name is Ain, and I am a disciple of Teacher Zefa." Ain smiled and handed the meal in his hand to Moen.

"Teacher Zefa knew right away that you haven't gone to eat yet. At this hour, the cafeteria is closed."

Ain watched Moen gorge himself on the food he sent, and was a little surprised that Teacher Zefa's judgment was correct.

[Ain, please send a meal to the training ground to the second lieutenant who just came today. That brat should still be training. Haha, you want to push your limits every time you train, right? It's interesting. ]

Ain still remembered that when Teacher Zefa said these words, the look in his eyes was something he had not seen for several years.

"Thank you, Lieutenant Colonel Ain."

Moen devoured the meal, closed his eyes for a while to digest, and then threw all the residue into the trash can.

"It's nothing. Teacher Zefa asked me to tell you that he took the new recruits to the beach for training. He didn't know if you had eaten Devil Fruit, so he didn't take you with him. He asked you to tell him tomorrow."

"Devil Fruit, I ate it, but it's of no use now."

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