Under the burly figure of the Warring States, countless navies silently lowered their hats slowly, because they knew that what happened next was not what they should see, but since they chose to come to this place, it meant that they had admitted all this.

The world government should not be controlled by those guys.

Those guys want to destroy the spine of the Navy.

They used to succeed, however, they also failed. They crushed the man who was called "Don't Kill", but the countless sailors who were bred by Don't Kill inherited the man's will, kept growing, kept converging, kept getting stronger, and finally grew into a towering tree that supported the backbone of the navy, once again.

Lieutenant General Sith......

Everyone could feel the extreme power of the rage that erupted in the center of the island, it was absolutely barbaric, but it was also absolutely domineering. It was the absolute power inherited from Karp, and now, the blue monster was wreaking havoc in the center of the island.

The sailors set their sights on the front end of the ranks.

The guy standing at the front of this team is some of the most terrifying people in the Navy of this era.

Lava Fruit Ability, Akainu.

The one with the ability to sparkle fruits, the yellow ape.

Frozen fruit ability, pheasant.

The Navy's top three natural generals, as well as the recent newcomer to the Navy, who directly controlled the stars to attack the center and supported Vice Admiral Sith before the main forces of the Navy reached the center.

The people who silently walked ahead of these people were the mainstays of the previous era, the people of Zhenhai of the navy of this era, the Marshal of the Great Buddha Warring States, Vice Admiral Iron Fist Karp, and Vice Admiral Tsuru, the Great Staff Officer.

It's just that when they saw those old people, there was a trace of nostalgia in the eyes of some lieutenant generals, because in their eyes, there should be one more among the old people present, and that old man is the most qualified to walk in the forefront of this rank, even the marshal of the Warring States cannot be replaced, their mentor, do not kill the general Zefa.

It's a pity that the teacher's justice has been betrayed by the world government, and now, it's up to those of us who are disciples to get it back for the teacher.

The hands of all the lieutenant generals flashed with the aura of armament.

They are all disciples of Zefa, that man doesn't know how many sailors he has trained for the navy, and that man was betrayed because of his righteousness!!

When the marshal spoke to them, they were also a little shocked, but after that there was unimaginable anger and hatred, anger and hatred for that ridiculous world government, the world government to which they were loyal.

Teacher Zefa, there is no mistake at all, but they actually hurt the teacher's life for the sake of that so-called benefit......

It's a pity that now, the teacher can't see it.

The momentum exuded by these men is becoming more and more terrifying, and they are getting stronger and stronger!!

It's just that just as the pair was slowly walking towards the center of the already shattered island, not far from the warship, a purple-haired man quietly looked at everything in front of him, using the telescope in his hand.

The old man had a smile on his face, but tears began to overflow from the eyes of the strong man.

"Old man, how can you be absent from the banquet held by the old man's disciples for the old man, hahahaha~~~"

The burly man took his arm out of the mechanical arm, and after shaking the arm that he didn't really feel before, the burly man began to cough, but even though his heart and lungs had begun to tell him about his discomfort, the stubborn man still pinched the edge of the boat with his own hand, and as the metal was flattened and shattered by the violent grip, the old man took a deep breath and pounded his fist on his chest.

"Ain, please, how could the old man use such a posture to go to my disciples!"

"Teacher~~" A woman wearing a hood looked at the Chief of the NEO Navy quietly, a trace of worry flashed in her eyes, "My ability~"

"It's okay, the old man is Zefa."

The man who gave up his name picked up his name again, because he knew that his disciples would never let him down, not to mention that his old friends still needed to help themselves, but he couldn't go with such an embarrassed attitude.

"Teacher, my ability can only restore you to twenty-four years ago, not to your peak, and there is a certain time limit."

"Hahaha, what does that matter!"

Zefa put on his hat as he put his sunglasses back on, a look of anticipation on his face.

"Boy, the old man is here."

Under the flickering light in the hand of the woman named Al Ain, Zefa's body, which had been a little rickety because of the years, began to straighten, and even the very severe asthma began to weaken, and began to weaken to an attitude that could only cause a temporary effect of combat power at first.

"Teacher~~"

It's just that this time, Zefa didn't pay attention to his disciple's call, because he was mobilizing everything in his strength, familiar with this strange and familiar body, and re-examining his young body with the skills honed over decades, Zefa stretched out his hand, held his muscles, and showed a serious look on his face.

"The justice of the navy that I pursued has returned, so the old man will go."

The burly man tapped lightly on the surface of the sea, and as the others tried to stop him, he quickly approached the island above the sea.

"Ain, you are not strong enough, stay away, because the next is not a place that you little guys can get close to, of course, don't worry about the old man, the old man is the general Zefa~"

Almost instantly, Zefa came to the island, stepped lightly on a leaf, jumped directly into the air with the rebound force of the leaf, stepped lightly in the air, and rushed towards the center of the island.

This time in the battle to decide the belonging of the navy, how can there be a lack of the old man, a veteran!!

Old man, how could it be possible to let those old bastards fight alone, wouldn't this lack too much fun, and the old man still has some things he wants to communicate with the five old stars, communicate with his fists.

Zefa's momentum is getting stronger and stronger, more and more peaceful.

He is returning, as a general who does not kill, as the chief instructor of the children, this man is ready to stand in front of his disciples once again, holding up a small sky.