The next morning, according to the arrangement of the Warring States, Serge dispatched the core troops of the two G2 branches from the military port to Dimander Island.

Generally speaking, the establishment of a branch is composed of three core troops, and Searle transferred two at once, so it can be said that most of the combat power of the G2 branch was taken away, but fortunately, there were warring states stationed, so that there would be no chaos.

On the calm sea, five warships are moving slowly, and the powerful lineup can win even if they encounter the sea pirates, and the small pirates can't avoid them.

"I really don't understand, is this competition so important?" Searle stood on the deck, digging his nostrils and speaking in a nonchalant tone.

"You're not a swordsman, you won't understand!" Stanford, who was on the side, stroked the sword and said in a deep tone: "Mr. Jiankong is an admiral, but he is also a swordsman, as long as he is a swordsman, he can't refuse such a battle." ”

"Do you want to participate too?" Searle glanced at Stanford deeply, carefully understanding what he had just said, and Searle couldn't help but ask.

"No, I'm just watching, this battle is only qualified to participate in the world's top level of great swordsmen, I~ I'm still far away!" Stanford smiled with fighting spirit: "But one day, I will also participate in such a battle!" ”

"Well, whatever you want, although I don't know the Tao between you swordsmen, there is one thing that is particularly important." Searle looked at the sea level in the distance and said, "Nothing is more important than staying alive!" ”

Hearing this, Stanford smiled undeniably.

"Huh, this breath?" As if sensing something, Serge suddenly looked to the side.

In the distance, on the undulating sea, a man with an imposing spirit sits on a small boat!

Anyone with a little common sense knows that the man in front of him is by no means easy to mess with.

Medium in stature, even a little thin, his facial features look very inconspicuous, the kind that you can't find if you throw it in the crowd.

However, under the ordinary appearance, there was a fierce sword heart, even if it was far away, Searle could still feel the incomparably sharp aura on that man's body.

There is no doubt that this man is a sword hero.

"What a sharp man!" Searle was standing on the deck of the warship at the moment, looking at the man who appeared in the distance, and said in a solemn tone.

Stanford clenched the snow on his waist, his eyes full of war, and he wanted to rush over immediately to fight the other party.

"This is the number one swordsman of the New World Flower Country, the Frost Sword Hao Xu Bai!" As a swordsman, Stanford can be said to know the world's famous swordsmen, and almost from the moment the other party appeared, Stanford recognized him.

"Calm down, don't forget, we're the Navy." Searle reminded Stanford by holding down the scabbard that he was about to raise.

However, as if he hadn't heard, Stanford walked to the front of the warship, inadvertently revealing a fierce sword intent.

"Hey, did you listen to me, bastard!" Searle, who was ignored, said angrily.

"Got it, I'm not going to have a conflict with him." Stanford shook his hand impatiently.

The warship sailed towards the small sailboat, and soon the two sides came into contact with each other, and the Frost Sword Hao also jumped up and came to the warship.

The sharp man's gaze froze, containing sword intent, and swept towards Searle and Stanford.

"Your Excellency Xubai, below is Commodore Sel, here is Vice Admiral Stamford...

Searle stepped forward to introduce himself, and was very polite to the Frost Swordsman, after all, the Frost Swordsman and those pirates are not the same, he is the protector of the Flower Country, and in a sense, the two belong to the same world government camp.

"You're good!" Xu Bai didn't pay attention to Searle, but stared at Stanford with burning eyes, and sighed in admiration.

"Thank you for your compliment, and if you have the opportunity, I hope to ask for advice." Stanford said solemnly.

Nodding slightly, Frost Sword Hao didn't say anything, in his eyes, Stanford was still one level behind, and he couldn't be compared to a top sword master like himself, and the tone of his speech was like a conversation between seniors and juniors.

Speaking of which, Stanford and Xu Bai are of the same age, but Xu Bai became famous earlier.

The neglected Searle has no complaints, after all, he is not a swordsman, even if his strength is passable, he will not win the attention of the swordsman.

It didn't take long for the warship to arrive at the port of Dimand, and Frost Sword Hero left. Serge and his party also rushed to the pre-agreed location.

At the same time, some of the world's most famous swordsmen have also come to Dickman Island.

"Well, it's very lively, there are some amazing guys." Searle sighed as he looked at the people on the shore.

"Hehehe, these people are nothing, the real powerhouses are watching, look over there!"

Stanford pointed to the high slope in the distance, where there stood a group of swordsmen, all relatively old, but not as imposing as the newcomers.

"They are all well-known swordsmen from various kingdoms, and they are the top swordsmen in this world."

Searle nodded, the world is so vast, and there are not a few hidden powerhouses, but today it seems that there are a little too much.

……

Serge and Stanford took their entourage to a pre-arranged location ~ a temporary naval station.

Two old men with white beards sat opposite each other, seemingly chatting very happily, and one of the old men with a long black knife was one of the three major admirals of the Navy.

"It's a real headache, you're really old-hearted! Hahahaha. ”

"Who made me the number one swordsman in the navy, I've been looking forward to this battle for a long time."

"Yes, for a man like you, this fight is more important than life!"

It can be seen that this old man and General Jiankong get along very well, and they are obviously old friends for many years.

"How's Stanford doing?"

"This kid is not bad, judging from the current level of kendo, it seems that he has touched the threshold of the great swordsman."

"Hahaha, I knew that this kid was talented since he was a child, and one day he would stand at the top of this world."

Listening to the conversation between the two, it seems that this strange old man has a lot to do with Stanford.

As he was talking, suddenly there was a noise outside the house.

"Here we are, teacher!"

Stanford and Serge just arrived at the temporary naval station.

As he spoke, Stanford opened the door, and when he saw the old man on the other side of Jiankong, Stanford was a little surprised.

"Wow, Daddy, when did you come here?"

Unexpectedly, this old man turned out to be Stanford's father, which was unexpected and reasonable.

Admiral Jiankong, the number one swordsman in the navy, had only one disciple in his life, that is, Stanford. If Stanford is the child of a good friend of General Kenkong, then everything makes sense.

"How could I miss the battle of the world's number one swordsman that is rare in decades?" Stanford's father replied peacefully.

"I've seen the Sword Sky General, I'm Searle from the G2 branch."

"Hahaha, no introduction, I know you, we met a long time ago, sit down and talk, Stanford also sits down."

Admiral Jiankong's attitude was very casual, without the slightest arrogance, and he couldn't see at all that this was the admiral who was known for his ruthlessness.

"What a nice young man, it's a blessing for Stanford to have a friend like you!"

Admiral Jiankong's eyes were full of appreciation when he looked at Searle, what Searle had done in the G3 branch over the years has been widely circulated in the navy, how could Jiankong, as a major admiral, not understand?

Hearing this compliment, Searle scratched his head quite embarrassedly and said: "You have won the award, and it is also my luck to have a friend like Stanford." ”

The two old men smiled and nodded, it seemed that this young man was far better than they thought.

Then the two old men discussed the insights of swordsmanship for a while, as well as the swordsmen who came this time.

Searle is not a swordsman, and he doesn't understand the content of the conversation between the two old men, especially when it comes to black knives and the like, Searle doesn't understand it at all, but Stanford on the side listens to it with relish.

"It's almost time, let's go!" Admiral Kenkong stood up, draped his naval coat over his body, and said to everyone.

The four of them took the accompanying soldiers to the venue of the sword competition.