In the midst of endless anger, remorse, and chagrin, Zefa poured all his strength into it, without even the slightest thought of defense, and his mind was full of thoughts of dragging this Weibull to hell with him......

However, Zefa, who is now 65 years old, does not know how much his physical fitness and strength have decreased compared to when he was younger.

In addition, since the age of 42, Zefa has been disheartened and retreated to the second line to concentrate on cultivating naval seedlings......

After more than 20 years of negligent training, Zefa's combat skills, domineering, and combat consciousness have completely degraded to an unknown extent, and he has completely lost the majesty of the year.

At this moment, no matter how hard Zefa gritted his teeth and worked hard, his old and sluggish body was completely powerless......

But no matter what, Zefa was a man with an "iron fist" reputation back then, and he was a Zefa general who relied on a pair of fists to compete with legendary pirates such as Roger, Golden Lion and Whitebeard, and he used all his strength......

Weibull's expression was no longer as relaxed as before, and a trace of pain gradually appeared on his face.

"Bastard, you hurt me!"

Weibull felt the black fists rain down on him, perhaps one or two punches would not be able to do any damage through his own defenses......

But dozens of fists were all hammered into the same place, and under the superposition of multiple strength damages, even Weibull's monster-like body couldn't help but feel pain.

"Smack!"

Suddenly, Zefa's offensive was interrupted, and he saw that his right fist, which was covered with a heavy armed color domineering, was firmly held in Weibull's hand......

"What a terrifying power!"

Zefa instantly felt that something was wrong, the muscles of his whole body suddenly swelled more than a circle, the green tendons on his forehead and arms were fully displayed, and he wanted to withdraw his arms with a "drink".

However, not moving at all!

Weibull's lips, which were like sausages together, opened slightly, revealing his jagged teeth, and the long-handled broadsword held in his right hand was swung with a wave, and the tip of the knife was suddenly covered with a layer of armed domineering, and it slashed towards Zefa's right arm......

"If you dare to hurt me, I'll cut off your hands and kill all your crew."

The speed of the long-handled broadsword was not fast, but the strength and armed domineering attached to it were terrifying, and Zefa's pupils unconsciously widened a little because of this......

Zefa's years of combat experience instantly came to the conclusion that his arm would definitely break!

However, Zefa, who no longer cares about life and death, doesn't care about his arm, what he cares about is that once he bears this blow head-on, it will be even more difficult for him to stop Weibull from wreaking havoc after losing an arm......

"Damn!!"

It's a pity that no matter how hard Zefa is, for a pure physical skill powerhouse, when strength, physical fitness, domineering, etc. are at a disadvantage, the gap between the two is a superposition of magnitude......

Zefa, whose body is now aging and degenerating, is facing Weibull, whose strength is terrifying, even comparable to that of the young whitebeard, but he really doesn't even have the slightest ability to resist, and can only watch as the big knife covered with the domineering color of the armed color gets closer and closer to his arm.

At this point, Zefa knew that it was hopeless for him to withdraw his arm, but instead of wasting his strength in useless struggles, he instead gathered a large amount of armed color domineering on his left arm, and at the same time blasted towards Weibull's chest.

"Even if you die, you have to leave this bastard with injuries, so that the students can leave some hope of escape!"

Zefa's resolute and desperate eyes did not hesitate at all, and without even looking at the long-handled broadsword that was about to be slashed at himself, he stared at Weibull's chest and blasted his left hand like a cannonball.

"Bell!"

"Boom!"

The two voices sounded almost simultaneously on the trainee ship, first Weibull took the blow of Zefana as if he had returned to the top, and the whole person flew upside down and crashed into the cabin, kicking up a cloud of white dust......

However, the sharp pain that Zefa expected did not come, and his right arm was still intact and attached to his shoulder.

"What's going on?"

Zefa said subconsciously with some disbelief.

Judging from his combat experience just now, there is basically no possibility of his right arm being saved, and his right arm should be cut off first, and then his fist will hit Weibull's chest......

As for the luck of Weibull, Zefa didn't believe in this possibility at all.

"Chief Instructor Zefa~"

Suddenly, a weak, familiar voice sounded behind Zefa.

Zefa cautiously turned his head to see that the flying squirrel and a stranger had appeared behind him......

However, it is quite strange that the flying squirrel, which has always been calm and serious, has an unusually strange and pale expression at the moment.

"You ......"

Before Zefa could ask why the flying squirrel appeared here, the flying squirrel lieutenant general spit out on the spot with a "wow", and it was seen that Chen Mo and Zefa were a little upside down.

However, Ze Fa paused for a moment, but he didn't have any doubts at all, and said directly to the flying squirrel lieutenant general who was still vomiting wildly.

"Flying Squirrel, you came just in time, run away with your juniors and disciples immediately!"

"Ze ......" Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel held back and wanted to say something, but in the next moment, he bent down again and vomited wildly, and only pointed weakly at Chen Mo with his fingers.

And Chen Mo quietly walked away from the flying squirrel a few steps away with some disgust, and commented in his heart: Motion sickness, it's really weak!

"Boom!"

There was a roar from the collapsed cabin, and Weibull's figure slowly stepped out of the smoke.

"Bastard, you hit me so badly...... I'll kill you! ”

As Weibull stepped out of the cabin, there was clearly a hint of anger in his stunned expression, and a red fist mark appeared on his chest......

Zefa's face was gloomy again, and the punch that broke out in an instant just now was very close to the attack of his youth, but he didn't expect that it still failed to bring major injuries to this monster.

"Damn, flying squirrel, you immediately take your junior brother and escape from this training ship, and I will stop him!"

And the Flying Squirrel, who vomited for a while in a row, finally relieved himself, and while his legs were weak, he didn't forget to shout at Zefa.

"Chief Instructor Zefa, this Devil May Cry by my side is a very powerful reinforcement."

"Powerful?!"

However, before Zefa could deliberately use his domineering eyes to probe the stranger's situation, Weibull, wielding a long-handled broadsword like a giant beast, kicked his feet on the spot and quickly pounced on Zefa......

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