Chapter 105: This Fist/Sword, Don't Practice!

Aquith and Millers, who had been hunting pirates for a long time, finally returned to the naval base.

However, the two who were originally full of ambition and were satisfied, but after they came back, they fell into depression for the first time.

Catching pirates out there is a lot of exercise.

Aquis and Millers felt that they had worked so hard and that their strength had improved a lot.

So they think they can do it again.

That felt like he could do it, and according to the process, it was natural that he would challenge Randall again.

Of course, it's still two against one.

It's not that they're arrogant, it's that Randall left them too much shadow before.

The last time they met, Randall was already a lieutenant general.

Even if they are very confident now, they know that even if Randle's strength does not grow in any way, they are no match.

So they didn't challenge this time to win, but simply to understand the gap between them and Randle.

But at the same time, there is also a trace of unrealistic extravagance hidden in the hearts of Aques and Millers.

The current strength of the two of them, with the joint efforts, even some lieutenant generals can fight!

If the other party is careless, it is not impossible to win!

It's a pity that they think well, but the cold reality gives them a slap in the face.

In the course of the battle, they were shocked to find that they couldn't break through Randall's defenses at all, let alone defeat him!

When Aquith discovers that his strongest punch can't even hit Randle's face;

When Millers discovers that he has unleashed an unprecedentedly brilliant sword, not even Randall's clothes have been cut;

They completely broke the defenses.

"I just want to be a salted fish."

In the dormitory, Aques lay on the bed with his eyes blank.

"This sword, don't practice it!"

Millers' expression was gloomy, and the saber he had been carrying with him lay quietly on the table at this time.

On the side, Randall looked at the two young men who had lost their fighting spirit with a headache.

"Hey, you're not going to be like that, are you!

If nothing else, let's just talk about Mr. Zefa, who is much better than me.

My strength is not enough in his eyes.

I didn't see you like this because of Mr. Zefa."

Aqueous and Millers didn't even bother to roll their eyes.

Can this be compared?

Mr. Zefa is strong, but he has been famous for a long time!

When they started cultivating, they were already generals.

Under the preconceived notion, it is normal for Zefa to be better than them.

But Randall went a little too far.

The two of them watched this thing go from being able to defeat it casually, and it took just a few months for them to reach a height where they couldn't even see their backs.

They were also arrogant geniuses before!

However, compared to Randall, they suddenly felt that they were nothing!

Randall sighed, and was about to say something more, when Millers suddenly said:

"Randall, be honest, how strong are you right now?"

In the battle just now, they were attacking the whole time.

And Randall didn't dodge their attacks at all, never moving anywhere from beginning to end.

That's why they're so depressed.

They couldn't even see how much stronger Randall was than they were.

Hearing this, Randall thought for a moment and said:

"It's not very strong, my attack is actually not very strong, the main thing is my defense.

Well, let's put it this way, I can catch Zefa-sensei's full punch."

Later, he added:

"Of course, it's just a punch, and I'm going to get hurt too

of."

But Aquith and Millers apparently didn't care about his additions.

When Randall said Zefa's full punch, there was a rumble in their heads.

For a moment, their minds went blank.

It took them a long time to regain their ability to think, but they still couldn't accept the reality.

They sat up abruptly from their beds and looked at Randall in disbelief.

"You, are you serious?"

Randall touched the back of his head embarrassedly:

"Well, seriously, the other day, I was beaten not only by Mr. Zefa, but also by Lieutenant General Karp."

For a moment, the dormitory fell silent again.

Aqueous and Millers stared at Randall, and they realized that they didn't know Randall a little anymore.

They couldn't help but think of that day half a year ago.

It's still the three of them, it's still this dormitory.

At that time, Millers made a knife and used five points of force.

And Randall barely resisted, and was injured, using all his strength.

And now, in just half a year, has this big guy who has been able to fight with general-level strength really have a fight?!

Randall was a little uncomfortable stared at by the two of them, and opened his mouth to say something.

But Aquith got the lead.

"That's it! You don't have to worry about us either!

We can have today's strength, but not by a weak heart!

You'd better hurry up! We want to be quiet!

I'm upset when I see you now!"

Hearing this, Randall was really relieved.

Then he turned around and left in style.

In the dormitory, Aques and Millers glanced at each other and smiled bitterly.

"This monster, I don't want to surpass him in my life."

Aqueous sighed as he shook his head.

Millers agreed, "Yes, but it's easy for me to beat you!"

Aqueous frowned, "Hey, you scum who hasn't even cut other people's clothes."

Not to be outdone, Millers said, "Your weak fist can't even make Randle move!"

Aquis laughed, "Hey, I can't beat Randall, can't I beat you!" Do you dare to perform martial arts!"

Millers directly lifted the saber and expressed everything with action.

After a while, the ground of the arena was full of knife marks and potholes.

Two exhausted men lay on the ground, walking gods.

Aqueous said suddenly, "What if I follow Randall?"

Millers was stunned.

"How do you think that?"

Aques said as if to himself:

"I think if there's one of the best sparring partners, it's Randall."

Millers was thoughtful.

He sighed in his heart, and couldn't help but be a little envious of Aques.

Such a path suits him, but not for a swordsman.

A swordsman is to seek a breakthrough between life and death.

If you stay by Randall's side, if you want to encounter life, it will be difficult!

......

The stars changed, and a month passed quickly.

On this day, Zefa received a call from Sengoku.

"yes, I see!"

Zefa put down the earpiece with a serious face, and called Randall over.

"What's wrong, Mr. Zefa?"

Randall asked, wiping his sweat.

"That thing, there's a result! Depart in three days!"