"Aha, Jer, you're a good drinker!"

Brocky lifted the stone-cut wine bowl and clinked his glass with Jer, and hearty laughter resounded in the sky.

Dongli also looked at Jell with a smile in his eyes, and he was very pleasing to the eye for Jer's heroism.

"Uncle Brockie, Uncle Donley, please be quiet. Also, drink and drink, don't clink glasses, those who know understand that you are drinking, and those who don't know think that there is thunder here! ”

Xia Qi glanced at the two of them angrily, put the food he took in front of Jer, and then changed his previous anger and became tender like water.

From Brockie and Donley's mouths, she already understood what had happened. For Jer's desperate behavior to protect her, it is very useful.

"Mr. Jer, eat something to cushion your stomach, drinking on an empty stomach is not good for your health."

Jer didn't refuse, he ate a few big bites very face-savingly, and then gave Xia Qi a thumbs up, so ashamed that her face turned red.

In fact, Jer's life was also saved by Xia Qi. Although Brocky held up the three of Jer, as a giant clan, he couldn't heal Jer's injuries.

Seeing that Jerle was about to die of excessive blood loss, Xia Qi woke up at a critical moment and used the simple emergency medical skills she learned from Kulokas to help Jer's bleeding stop. In the following days, he was even more unclothed to accompany Jer's side to take care of him.

Jerle took a sip of wine, and with the help of the fruit, the wound was almost healed. It was a little distressing to think of the broken dragon teeth, but fortunately, under the guidance of Brocky and Dongli, Jerle transformed the remaining dragon teeth into a dagger.

Although it can't be called a famous knife anymore, it is much easier for Jer.

"Uncle Brocky, Uncle Dongli, can you teach me about the moves you used earlier?"

Győr glanced at the passage that had been split out behind him to the shore, and his heart was like an ant crawling. The pursuit of the strong is the innate nature of the strong.

"Oh? Are you saying you want to learn from the hegemon? ”

It was Dongli who spoke, and his dark eyes stared at Jer's unblinking, like an invisible mountain pressing on Jer's shoulder.

Jerle took a deep breath, steadied himself, and met Dongli's gaze without fear.

"Yes, Uncle Dongli, I want to learn."

Dongli didn't answer Jell directly, but turned his head to look at Brocky, who was only interested in drinking.

"What do you mean, Brockie?"

"Aha, you're in charge, Dongli. The warriors of Arubaf don't bother with this kind of thing, as long as they feel happy, they should move forward! Aha! ”

Dongli nodded.

"If you want to learn to dominate, it will be very hard. Are you ready, Jer? Once it starts, for the glory of Arubaf, it is not allowed to give up halfway. ”

Gyal's face was delighted, and he kowtowed respectfully to Brocky and Dongli.

"Yes, Master Dongli, Master Brocky!"

Dongli did not deceive Jer, learning to dominate is indeed an extremely hard thing. In the two months after Jer's agreement, Jer's training even reminded him of his previous life when he was brought back to the headquarters for training as a child.

A month ago, Worm had built a simple wooden boat and had already bid farewell to Jör and the others. Now in the small garden, only the four of Jer's are left.

Győr was topless, and two months of training had made him a lot darker. There are all kinds of scars on the body.

"Hegemony!"

With a shout from Jer, a momentum emanated from the bamboo sword made of wood. A slash followed, slamming into an ancient tree not far away.

The ancient tree shook a little, leaving only a slashing hole in the stem, and it couldn't even cut it.

Jerle sighed, but he still failed.

Xia Qi walked over from the side distressedly, wiping the blood marks on his hands for Jer's because of the transition from training.

Jer gently brushed Xia Qi's hand away and said softly.

"Miss Xia Qi, let me stay alone for a while."

Before Xia Qi could reply, Jer's had disappeared into the depths of the jungle.

On a reef on the shore, Jair sat alone, his mind recalling what Donley and Brockie had said.

The so-called hegemony, although it carries the will of Erubaf to move forward bravely, but it inevitably contains a wisp of domineering. It is really the existence of this domineering spirit that has made the hegemon qualitatively sublimated.

It stands to reason that this is not a difficult thing to solve. As the two leaders of the Giant Pirates, they had a high bounty of 100 million 50 years ago. Although there is no guarantee that Jerry will be given any extraordinary help, it is easy to lead him to the threshold of domineering.

Domineering is the potential power that everyone has, and it is an innate ability. But anyone who has some perceptive qualifications will open up this potential.

But it's strange here, not to mention strengthening domineering. Two months of teaching didn't even make Jair awaken this power. Therefore, it is even more difficult for the hegemon to make an inch.

Oh, am I not a human being anymore?

Jerle laughed self-deprecatingly and took a sip of wine, deeply feeling the malice of this world towards the traverser.

The water crashed against the reef, and the splinters splashed onto Jer's face, bringing a hint of coolness.

When you have something on your mind, it's especially easy to get drunk. In the past, Jer, who was known as a thousand cups and was not drunk, just went down with a pot of wine today, and the smell of wine came to his face.

"Hahaha! I'm not convinced! ”

The wine slid down his neck, and when it passed through the wound on his body, the pain did not stop, but Jer was unaware.

"Poof!"

Jer's feet slipped and he actually slipped off the reef. If it weren't for the reefs on the shore, and Jer happened to be stuck in the gap between the reefs, I am afraid that his life would have been lost.

But even so, Jer's state is not optimistic. The sea rushed in and took away his physical strength.

"Ahem."

The cold woke up Jer, who coughed unstoppably because of the rush of the sea. It gradually became difficult to breathe, but the strength did not return.

Is this the end of it? The dead appearance of drowning on the stone is more humiliating than old Jer, Jer.

Cold, death.

A familiar feeling enveloped Jer's whole body, and when he closed his eyes, it was like returning to the night when he blocked the hegemon.

No one had seen that under Jer's closed eyelids, those eyes were blood-red. An invisible aura surrounded him, even resisting the speed of the impact of the sea.

"Click."

The beginning of the first icing, like a signal, in the blink of an eye, with Jer as the center, was covered with a layer of ice all around.

Jerle smiled, but didn't get up. Without the trouble of the sea, the control of the body is returned.

The dragon's teeth were held in his hands, and Jer's stood against the wind, and the dragon's teeth attached to the ghostly aura took on a pale blue.

The moment the eyes opened, a slash followed, and the sea was cut through the middle, stretching for hundreds of meters.

"Hegemony!"