The wrist exerts force, and the air vibrates, making a piercing roar.

His fist was covered in pitch-black domineering, shiny, and punched forward.

It's just one punch, no second punch, and for him, there's no need for more punches.

To defeat you, one punch is enough.

"Boom."

The ground, shattered.

The sky, the clouds scattered.

In the mountains, it became silent, and the wind continued to blow.

Wisps of dust were flying, about to form a storm, and dissipated in an instant, and General Zefa stood in the ruins, bowing his head slightly, looking ahead.

That one look, speechless, not sad, not happy, not the joy of victory, a mixture of complex emotions, this is a depressed and lonely man.

The back is lonely and the mood is not high.

Victorious, so what?

At this moment, Zefa no longer felt how great and brilliant he was.

Glory is a thing of the past, and since the death of his family, he has no object of joy to share with, and there is no such joy.

"The old man punches, no matter who it is, lie down for the old man."

It's his domineering.

As the previous admiral, even if he is old and his strength has regressed a little, he is still him, the man who terrifies the pirates.

"Win?"

"Mr. Zefa won? Really won? ”

"Haha, I knew that Mr. Zefa would definitely win, you see, the pirates are just chickens and dogs in front of the teacher."

As soon as this navy spoke, it was greeted with the contemptuous eyes of several navy, weren't you still singing about Teacher Zefa just now, saying that you were going to run away, and now you have changed your tone?

He doesn't care about these details, laugh-in-ha, when nothing happens.

Teacher Zefa won, they saw it with their own eyes and could not doubt it.

The big stone in their hearts was put down, and they would not face the merciless killing of that terrifying man again.

"Shall we go over?"

"The man doesn't seem to be dead yet."

"Wait, he's still alive."

The navy, which had good eyesight, saw a shadow, poked his head out, looked closely, and found that there was really a person standing up.

Approaching them, the footsteps were soft, and nothing unusual could be heard.

Staring wide-eyed and cautiously staring ahead, they did not dare to exhale, fists, clenched, bodies, tensed.

"Stompe."

The sound of footsteps sounded in the air, like earth-shattering thunder, blasting everyone.

The bear brushed away the dust and came out of the rubble, step by step, gently.

The dirt stained his body, the yellow dust made his face look not very good, his clothes were torn, and the blood that remained said a lot.

He opened his mouth and let out a sulky breath, his teeth red.

Choked twice, the bear looked down at his feet, his shoes could still bear it, his clothes were rotten, it was a pity.

"Worthy of being a former admiral of the Navy."

The strength was so strong that he was terrified, and the fist, Chi Guoguo's fist, was incapable.

He is a strong man in pure physical arts, and he relies on training one at a time and exercising hard to achieve his current achievements.

There are no kicks, no shortcuts, just the accumulation of time.

"Ahem."

After the state of life return was lifted, the injury could not be recovered immediately, and he coughed to suppress the discomfort.

The palm of the hand is pressed on the chest, and the ability to flutter is fluttering, and the pain of the body is ejected.

This action attracted Zefa's attention, his eyes condensed, and his gaze was cold.

"Hmph, if you want treatment, have you asked the old man?"

Punch, fly, punch.

With one punch, the ground shatters, and the ruins pile up.

The arm-sized crack spread all the way to the bear's feet, clicking, and spreading outward, forming a giant spider web.

"Boom."

The collapse was only a matter of moments.

The bear's feet trampled on the air, the moon stepped into the air, and the palm blasted out the injury, compressed, and put it in the palm of the hand.

looked at the red sphere in the palm of his hand with a flat look, and muttered to himself: "I don't know if you can stick to this move." ”

Teleportation.

It's extremely fast, faster than teleportation before.

Suddenly losing the trace of the bear, Zefa did not panic, and stared around with a domineering look.

Either direction is the direction of the attack, he turns his body, one circle, two circles.

On the third lap, the bear made a move, turned back and forth three times, found a flaw, appeared on the left side of Zefa, and went down with one palm.

Slammed hard into Zefa's side, armpit.

The red energy submerged into his body, and Zefa, who didn't have time to react, quickened his pace and stepped back.

As soon as his feet moved, his body was in severe pain, as if countless sharp swords were interspersing his body.

"Huh?"

The face is swollen and red, and the green tendons are exposed.

Clench your fists and clench your teeth.

Pain, what kind of pain it is, uncontrollable, from the armpits, instantly transmitted to every corner.

Zefa seemed to see that he was being violently attacked, and his body began to be able to bear it, and when he got to the back, he gradually collapsed.

"Poof."

Blood, sprayed on the ground.

Zefa's suffering did not end there, but became more insane.

"Bang bang."

Cracked veins, blood rolling.

Fists, frantically attacking his body, twisted, weird.

The effect of this attack was long, and Zefa almost fell to his knees, but he persevered.

Look at the bear's eyes become different, jealous, fearful.

"Did you carry it off?"

It is worthy of Zefa, black-handed Zefa.

"Do you still have combat strength now?"

The two looked at each other, wanting to see something they wanted in each other's eyes, but unfortunately, neither of them would let the other see through their hearts.

Without any fluctuations, they all bowed their heads in unison, and small movements continued.

The two didn't make a move after all, and waited quietly.

After a long time, Xiong spoke: "Are you waiting for someone?" ”

"Hehe, to deal with you, you don't need anyone else, the old man is enough."

Having said that, I don't think so in my heart, this Bartholomy Bear, every time it is more terrifying, we can't let him continue, otherwise, it will definitely become a big disaster for the navy.

Hidden dangers should be removed in time.

Hesitation can make things worse.

"Do you think I can't tell you're waiting for reinforcements? The reason why I fought with you was to see the power of the black wrist Zefa, and now that I know it, I ...... it. ”

Pointing at Zefa, Xiong did not shy away: "So, if you call someone, I am more welcome." ”

Fighting is not a one-man business.

Fight different people, learn about the power of the world, and feel where you have come.

"So what, you can't even defeat the old man, the other navies are coming, and you still can't escape the fate of being arrested."

Arrest is the fate of the bear.

Even if he is as strong as One Piece Roger, in the end, wasn't he executed?

"It's no fun to beat you." Xiong shook his head: "Dying man, why do you need me to take action, give you a few years, and you won't end up in a pile of loess." ”

(End of chapter)