"Brother Randall, is it hot in the desert?"

"yes."

"Brother Randall, is the desert full of murderers?"

"yes, yes."

"Brother Randall......

「......」

On deck, Randall reclined comfortably on a chaise longue and basking in the sea breeze.

Christa chattered excitedly on the sidelines.

And such a warm picture was quickly broken.

"Randall, we haven't practiced in a long time, what do you say?"

A rough voice sounded, followed by a "kind" face.

"Don't say much!"

Randall didn't give Aques any face.

What do you fight with a rough man?

Is it my Christa that doesn't smell good?!

"Don't! Randall, as the hope for the future of the Navy, how can you be so lazy and slow to exercise!"

Aques looked distressed, as if Randall had done a great deal of evil.

However, Randall said that his performance was very fake, and that his expression of distress was as if he was about to kill someone.

He sneered and said:

"Hehe, do you think that my fight with you can be a workout?"

Hearing this, Aqueis had a toothache on his face.

But he couldn't refute it!

Because the fact is that with Randall's current strength, maybe people stand motionless and let him do whatever he wants, and he may not be able to break through other people's defenses!

This kind of pain is like the other party knows his strengths and weaknesses, but he doesn't know the depth of the other party!

It's so sweet and hurts my self-esteem!

「... Well, then you should have fun! That's how you can exercise your subtle control over your strength.

Think about it, if with your strength, I didn't hurt at all after hitting me, wouldn't it be very powerful?

That's definitely going to help you with your strength!"

In order to be beaten, Aqueous really racked his brains.

It's not that he's a masochist, it's that he came to Randall as an adjutant because he was beaten.

Hey? It feels even weirder to say that.

Anyway, he just wanted to be beaten, after all, for those who refine their bodies, being beaten can be regarded as a shortcut.

When Randall heard this, he sighed in his heart that he was really embarrassed that Aquis could come up with such a reason that seemed very reasonable and very attractive.

"Indeed," he said, "if only eight out of ten out of ten forces are used, or even less, and all the remaining forces are wasted, then it is half the effort."

Speaking of which, Randall's mind suddenly came up with the scene when Hawkeye and Zoro met for the first time.

What Hawkeye said at that time, people who like to pretend to be forced can simply frame it and hang it in the room to taste day and night.

He said leisurely:

"The lion fights the rabbit, and the person who also uses all his strength is very stupid, if you encounter a weak person, you must use the most appropriate and minimum strength to defeat it."

Hearing Randall say this, Aqueous thought he had agreed, and was overjoyed.

"That's right! That's it! Shall we walk, then?"

However, Randall lay on the chaise longue without the slightest intention of getting up, but shook his head and gently spit out two words:

"No, no."

Aqueous was directly confused.

"No, why! Didn't you already agree?!"

Are you so fickle?!

Randall said, "When did I agree? Is there any point in fighting with you?

You better give up, don't ask, you just don't bother to move."

Equiston looked distressed, "Randall, I haven't seen you for a few days, are you so lazy?"

Randall sighed, suddenly stood up slowly, and said lightly to the surprised Aquith:

"Look."

Immediately, under Aquith's inexplicable gaze, he slowly raised his hand.

I saw Randall slowly raise his right hand, and between the black and white smoke, a brush was held in his right hand.

The brush is all white, warm as jade, and the tip of the pen is dipped in the ink of the armed color domineering condensation.

Then, Randall used the void as a canvas, held the world's only brush, and began to paint.

Aquith froze when Randall made his first stroke.

Randall's wrist flipped nimbly, and the shaft of the pen danced dexterously at his fingertips.

In just half an hour, a vivid, mighty and domineering dragon appeared in the air.

This dragon is more than a zhang long, the dragon claws flicker with cold light as if they were real, the white dragon beard and mane are delicate, and the dragon scales on its body are distinct, reflecting a terrifying luster.

Especially at this moment, the sun is just right, making this dragon more vivid and shining.

Aquith has been in a quiet state of confusion since Randall's first stroke.

Seeing Randall stop at this time, he stiffened and came to Randall's side as if he had just thawed.

「... What is this, what is this?"

Aques asked, swallowing hard.

"It's a dragon, doesn't Brother Aquis know?"

Christa answered next to her, with a "why don't you even know the dragon" little expression.

She wasn't surprised at all, she had already been surprised.

This is also the reason why Randall has been in the headquarters for the past few days and has nothing to do, so he is bored and comes out to relieve his boredom.

Then Christa saw the 12 zodiac signs painted in armed colors one after another.

Of course, she was only shocked because she had seen something new that she hadn't seen before, and she was more prepared to say that she was surprised.

But Zefa, who knew how difficult it was, was really shocked.

He never dreamed that Randall's control of power could reach such a level.

Some people may say that this is not painting, although the paint used is a little special, but it can't change the essence of painting.

Ze*** told these people that they were farting!

Is this pigment just something special?

Just because it is armed and domineering, it is an invisible energy, not only to let him draw lines thinner than a hair, but also to let it stay in the air without deforming, which is enough for Zefa to talk about for a day and a night.

Zefa is actually a little ashamed, because his control of energy can be stronger than Randall in the general direction, but the portrayal of this subtlety is not as good as Randall.

And Aquis, who has mastered the armed color, naturally knows how difficult it is, which is why he is so shocked.

He opened his mouth and didn't say anything for a long time.

Of course he knew it was a dragon.

But also look at what kind of dragon it is!

Where is Randall's painting just now, this is clearly showing off his control over the armed color!

This is no less difficult than using a forty-long knife to cut off the cilia on the insect's feet, and then press it one by one!

It's even harder than that!

As a result, such a masterpiece is nothing more than a dragon in your mouth?

"Oh, yes, there's one last stroke!"

Randall said suddenly.

He stepped forward and made a stroke on the dragon's eye.