No matter how good Randall's eyes are, he can't keep up with the speed of electricity.

But under the investigation of what she saw and heard, the trajectory of Christa's movements could be clearly discerned.

Moreover, Christa's current speed, although fast, is far from the speed of electricity.

He turned around and complimented, "Great! If that's the kind of speed, then self-preservation shouldn't be a problem."

The world's martial arts, only fast is not broken.

Why is Polusarino slow? Because he's so fast! No one can catch him!

In this way, you will be invincible!

In terms of speed, the Thunder Fruit is completely comparable to the Shining Fruit.

And the Thunder Fruit has another advantage.

In the case of the Shining Fruit, the straight-line speed may indeed be close to the speed of light, but the reaction of the capable person has become a drag.

But the Thunder Fruit is different.

Because lightning can enhance the reaction speed of the ability, so that the speed can be fully utilized.

It's scary.

Think of what a terrifying thing it would be for a mage who could have instantaneous skills without the need for chanting, and then have the agility and speed of an assassin.

Randall shuddered just thinking about it, anyway.

It can only be said that Anilu in the original book was too restrained to death.

If there is a different person, even if it is a person with general-level strength, even if he can't beat it, it will be easy to run.

At this time, Christa, who used the elementalization, was as if she had got a new toy, and she was very excited.

She kept experimenting with elementalization.

For a while, the electric arc flew, and the electric snakes on the ground swam around.

And then...

Christa's stamina quickly ran out...

Elementalization can ignore all physical attacks, except for the Hailou Stone, if there is no limit, then the natural system is invincible.

And the limitation is very simple, that is, every time you elementalize, you have to consume physical strength.

Krista had not been trained to strengthen her body, and although she ate nutritious dishes every day at Zefa, her physical strength was a little stronger than that of an ordinary little girl.

So it only took a dozen elementalizations before Christa fell out of the thunder.

Randall's eyes were quick, and he caught Christa, who was limp and collapsed.

"Hey, hey, I'm a little too excited."

Christa curled up in Randall's arms and said embarrassedly.

Randall then said:

"So, your physical strength still needs targeted training.

Don't think that if you become a mage, you don't need to train~"

"Hmm~ as long as you don't get beaten."

Christa's face furrowed, and she whispered.

Randall rolled his eyes, then exchanged a look with Zefa and walked out the door.

"The Thunder Fruit is worthy of being the strongest natural system.

Although the destructive power is not yet visible, the speed alone is terrifying.

And this is just the fruit that has just been eaten, and there is still huge room for development."

Zefa commented.

"It's true, but even if the fruit is strong, you can't ignore the exercise of the body.

At this point, I still need to pay more attention to you, Mr. Zefa."

Randall said with a smile.

His words won Zefa's heart.

Although he didn't eat Devil Fruits himself, he wasn't actually against eating them.

What he was extremely opposed to was giving up physical training because of his fruit ability.

The body is the most fundamental thing in a person.

If you don't care about physical training because of your strong ability, then in Zefa's view, it is definitely putting the cart before the horse.

So he had a very poor relationship with Polusarino.

Because he denied Polusarino over and over again, but Polusarino did it over and over again

Actually refuted him.

To be honest, Randall was genuinely worried when he got back the Thunder Fruit.

After all, the Thunder Fruit is better than the Shining Fruit.

But the good thing is that Randall is sensible.

At this time, although he was requested, Zefa seemed to have gained a lot of benefits.

"No problem! If you want to teach people to cultivate their physique, even if Sengoku and Karp's two old guys are tied together, they can't compare to me!"

Randall, holding Krista, laughed with Zefa and left.

Only a group of melon-eating people who were shocked and had mixed moods were left.

To be precise, it should be the lemon-eating masses.

"Damn! Please give me a brother like this!"

"Really, I'm not envious at all!"

Speaking this, tears of envy have flowed from his eyes.

"By the way, now, another monster is about to rise!"

「......」

Time passed day by day, and it was indeed February.

It's time for the Spring Festival.

On this day, in Zefa's small courtyard, Randall stood at a table, and in his raised right hand, he held a brush, soaked in ink.

The brush was obviously an ordinary brush, but Randall looked as if he was holding a thousand weights in his hands.

At this time, Randall's face was extremely solemn.

Even when facing Barrett, he has never been so serious.

Influenced by him, Christa, who was watching curiously from the side, also had seriousness written on her little face.

Randall closed his eyes, and the momentum in his body condensed.

The air around is a lot thicker.

He just stood there, motionless, as if absorbing the essence of heaven and earth.

I don't know how long later, Randall's eyes suddenly opened, and his gaze was like electricity.

The pen in his hand fell suddenly.

As his arm shook and the tip of the pen danced on the paper.

The pen walks the dragon and snake, Luan Xiang Fengzhu, the dragon flies and the phoenix dances, and the iron painting silver hook.

Between the clouds and water, a column of brush words appeared on two red strips of paper.

Then, Randall solemnly took out a long piece of paper the length of his arm.

Another meal to write.

When he was done, Randall wiped the sweat from his forehead and put down the brush, which seemed to be a thousand pounds heavy.

Then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing that Randall was done, Christa hurriedly came over.

After a few seconds, Christa asked with a complicated expression:

"Brother Randall, what is this?"

Her tone was full of words.

This masterpiece that has just been baked from Randall's hand has stimulated her desire to complain like never before.

Coupled with the extremely serious preparation work before, the desire to complain was reported at once.

But she endured it with amazing willpower, because she was afraid of hitting Randall.

"Qiang Qiang, it's the Spring Festival couplets! The Spring Festival couplets are going to be posted during the Chinese New Year!"

Randall gave a thumbs up and smiled.

At this time, a passing Zefa suddenly came over.

"Chinese New Year? Couplets? It sounds like a custom in the country of flowers.

Let the old man come and see."

Then, Zefa's originally peaceful expression suddenly distorted.

"You wrote that?"

Randall nodded wildly.

Zefa took a deep breath.

He was about to speak again, but suddenly felt a weight on his clothes.

As soon as he looked down, it was Christa tugging at the corner of his coat and shaking her head nervously at him.

Zefa took a deep breath and squeezed out a sentence.

"It's good."