After a lot of jumping, it was the middle of the night when he sat down again, and Vegapunk came over with a 4Kg bound test book, and put it on the table to make a dull sound of "dong", telling Ron that "knowledge is power" with practical actions.

"The painting rod is made of a special alloy to prevent acid, corrosion, high temperature and three proof painting rods, the left and right crescent blades and halberd tips are mixed with Hailou stone powder, which can reduce the wear and tear caused by long-term electricity to a certain extent and keep them sharp."

"You don't understand other specific hardness, toughness and other data, so I'll make an analogy...... Of all the substances I know in the world, only Hailou Stone can compare to it, and you can let go and fight! ”

"I know" not only includes all kinds of alloys and minerals known all over the world, but also includes the black technology materials that Begapunk, a genius scientist who is "five hundred years ahead of the world", knows about it himself!

"This is a weapon more terrifying than those supreme fast knives! Whether it's sharpness or something else! ”

"How? Satisfied?! ”

After saying that, Vegapunk cocked Erlang's legs, opened his aura of being a scholar, and enjoyed Ron's admiring gaze.

"Satisfied! Of course yes! ”

Ron stroked the slightly rough rod of the halberd, then turned his head to look at Vegapunk solemnly.

"Thank you, Mr. Begapunk!"

"You're welcome, it's also a fascinating research project for scientists, and I've gained more than you think, so you don't need to thank me."

With that, Vegapunk frowned slightly and asked.

"But Lieutenant General Ron, I remember that the weapon you used to use was a sword, right? Wouldn't you be unaccustomed to suddenly changing to a halberd in the style of the country of flowers? ”

This was the second time Ron had heard the question.

Indeed, it is inevitable that people who are accustomed to using one weapon will change to another. Even if it is a weapon of the same style, there is no exact same situation, and it takes time to adapt to the run-in with different weights and feels, so as not to affect the combat effectiveness.

Vegapunk believed that it was impossible for Ron's intelligence not to see this, so he, like Zefa, was very curious about Ron's purpose in making this decision.

"Mr. Vegapunk thinks I'm a swordsman?"

"Of course not!"

To say that Ron is a swordsman is an insult to the swordsmen of the world!

Vegapunk himself doesn't have much combat power, but his vision is no weaker than that of the top powerhouses.

"That's right, not only am I not a swordsman, but I don't even have any attainments in weapons!"

"Then you ......"

Vegapunk frowned slightly, as if he had grasped something.

Ron smiled at this and explained.

"For me, the advantage of weapons is just a means to make better use of the power I wield."

"There are only a few ways to attack a single-edged sword, which may be suitable for a swordsman who is dedicated to sword practice, but for me who only uses it as a means of fighting, it seems too simple and too simple."

Vegapunk suddenly realized, indeed!

It was they who walked into the misunderstanding.

First of all, Ron is not a swordsman, he doesn't have a persistent sword heart, and all weapons are the same for him, only good and bad, smooth and uneasy.

Secondly, Thundercloud is just a weapon that can make it easier for Ron to fight, and since he wants to change weapons, he naturally needs to change to a more widely applicable one.

The unique weapon attack method of the flower country is much more flexible than the single-edged sword, such as shoveling, back slashing, horizontal stabbing, downward stabbing, oblique strangulation, horizontal slashing, cutting, reverse parting, flat hook, nailing wall, turning stabs, through attacks, picks, and direct splits.

In addition, the weapon lock window composed of double crescents can form a restraining effect on most swordsmen.

Based on Ron's concept of "practicality", it is not abrupt at all to choose to draw halberds, but rather to be taken for granted.

"I see!"

Vegapunk solved his doubts and exclaimed, "You are really different, Lieutenant General Ron!" ”

Accustomed to seeing swordsmen who regard swordsmanship as their life, including the lieutenant general of the headquarters, Ron's concept of only classifying weapons as a kind of strength and putting people first is incompatible with most people in the current world.

But because of that, this is the real Ron!

He is not pursuing or longing for something from the perspective of the next person, power is power, I am the strong, this kind of domineering, self-respecting thinking!

"Well, got it......"

Vegapunk smiled slightly, and took out a booklet from his arms: "This is a little gadget I researched from the thundercloud dragon pattern, you can take it and try it." With your Raiden physique, it is estimated that you can find something different. ”

"Huh??"

……

Three days later, Marin Fodo, abandoned Yanwu Square.

Zefa took off his shirt and his face was heavy, his knotted muscles fell with his breathing, and his majestic eyes like a tiger stared at the figure in front of him, with a solemn expression.

Shave!

Rumble!!

As soon as he stepped out, the dazzling thunder made the sunlight look extremely dim, and Ron was surrounded by surging electricity, like the god of thunder descending, and in an unrivaled furious attitude, he rushed forward with a thunder halberd in his hand.

The thunder and lightning that was condensed to the extreme scattered and danced wildly, and just a trace of thunder snake hit the ground and caused a large cobweb-like crater with a diameter of more than ten meters to appear on the floor. The ferocious and perverse murderous aura steamed wildly, making Zefa's dark face even deeper.

"This little ghost really wants to kill me!"

With a cold snort, Zefa clenched his remaining fist fiercely, and a black light covered his arm.

Airplanes!!

The strong vibration caused the air to let out a sharp cry, and in the face of the terrifying halberd that slashed down at him, Zefa took a step forward and swung his fist forward.

Martial Wrist: Hades!

Zizi ...... Boom!!!

The moment of contact, the small half of Yanwu Square instantly turned into powder!

Tons of boulders disintegrated in the furious thunder, leaving a shocking sinkhole in its place.

Shout......!

A figure retreated from the smoke and dust, Zefa's arm trembled slightly, and the narrow blood streaks from his wrist to his fingers dripped blood, and fell to the ground to bloom with blood.

But at this moment, a crackling electric light followed, and Ron suddenly appeared on his side with a thunder halberd in his hand, his eyes flashing blue lightning, and he slashed horizontally!

Laugh at!!

Zefa quickly crouched down and dodged the nirvana, and the blue arc that stretched for nearly a kilometer flew into the air, exploding and destroying all the clouds.

But at this moment, another killing machine appeared on his side almost without any gaps.

"What?! What speed is this?!! ”

There was no time to be surprised, and he didn't even have time to use the armed color domineering defense, the dazzling white meteor spear bombarded his chest, Zefa opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood, and flew backwards.

"Poof!!"

Swish......!!

Suddenly, a figure appeared behind him, Ron waved his hand like a fly to push away the meteor spear that was about to explode, clamped Zefa's body with one hand, and left the place with the next step on the moon.

Boom...... Thundered!!

Waiting for the thunder light to disperse, the two of them had already returned to the remaining half of the Yanwu Square. Zefa had an extra scorched black hole a few centimeters deep in his chest, and he was almost pierced through the heart by a meteor gun.

Kneeling on one knee, Zefa took a long time to get his breath.

Looking at the figure of Ron standing beside him with a thunderous halberd in his hand and an indifferent expression like a god, Zefa had a wry smile on his face.

"You won, Ron."

After a day of fierce battles, he made frequent moves, but in the end he lost.

The current Ron is not only superior to him in combat power, but also far beyond ordinary people's imagination. After a day of fighting, except for the abandoned no-man's land within a radius of two or three kilometers of the abandoned Yanwu Square, which was completely destroyed, no traces of destruction could be found on the periphery.

It doesn't matter if it's Ron's, or it's his own.

This disciple has finally come to this point, and now he has nothing to teach the other party.

Zizizizi!

A faint layer of electricity dissipated, and Ron exited his overdrive form, the expression on his face coming alive. Hearing Zefa's wry smile with a bit of relief, he buckled the back of his head embarrassedly.

"It's not even close, teacher."

"If you were a few years younger, I wouldn't have been able to blow you away."

Karp and Zefa are both veteran generals with excellent kung fu in their hands, and Ron knows how strong their armed color domineering is, and he used to have a hard time even breaking the defense with a thundercloud.

If it weren't for Zefa's old age and decrepitude, coupled with the constant dark injuries and asthma drag, he would have been replaced by Karp, and the next step that he had just made a vertical split would not have given him the opportunity to take advantage of the victory and pursue him.

"But a loss is a loss!"

Zefa looked at him angrily, activated his life to return to control the injury in his chest, and stood up.

"Starting today, I officially announce your graduation!"

Ron was silent for three seconds and asked rhetorically, "Haven't I graduated for several years?" ”

Zefa: "......"

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