"Ha, it's really interesting." Zefa shook his head, grinned and raised his left hand, "Okay, the task is cancelled, all personnel will go to get the bucket, and the task is temporarily changed to firefighting."

...

In the jungle, more and more beasts were accumulated. The wounds on Sith's body had already broken, with seven or eight blood marks on his back. He looked extremely embarrassed.

"Okay, it's so good. I want to kill me, right? Since I can't live a good life, no one can think of a good life today."

He snorted coldly, Sith's expression was extremely ferocious, and his body was wrapped in black chains, dragging him to jump repeatedly in the shadows. If he hadn't been given the superpower of a missionary recently, he would have died here today, but it doesn't matter. As long as this person is willing to make up, everything will be over.

"Shadow jumps!"

The Sith's figure disappeared from the spot again, this time he suddenly appeared on the edge of the jungle, with black and red flames jumping on his body.

The power bursting all over his body made his blood rush, his heart speeded up in an instant, and the adrenaline was secreted wildly, and excessive congestion made his pupils turn blood red.

Sith's face began to twist, and his whole body seemed to be about to disappear into the shadow.

The next moment.

He tied his right hand and his aura almost rushed to the top.

"Burning Escape·Storming Power!"

Everything happened between one or two seconds.

A huge black fireball transformed out of the void and turned into a flying fire dragon in the air.

The rushing fire dragon jumped up, roared in the sky, leaned down, and turned the entire jungle into a sea of ​​fire.

Fire took advantage of the wind, and Sith's fire seemed more enchanting. Compared to the scorching escape, his current fire was more like Uchiha's Amaterasu.

"It's not that easy to deal with me. If you can't explain me today, no one will finish it."

"It's not over, then what do you want?"

Sith's body trembled, and a somewhat low male voice came from his ears.

"who?"

He felt extremely alert, and a red and black fireball was shot at him when he heard the sound.

boom!

The fireball hit the tree and directly blew the giant tree as thick as a man into two.

"It's good, but the speed is too slow."

The voice rang in his ears again, and the Sith's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and a panic and fear that he had never experienced before was growing in his heart.

Gradually, his skillful sense of seeing and hearing was domineering around him, and he couldn't even find even half of the shadow of the enemy.

Tough, really tricky.

"Who are you?" Sith's voice was a little low, and he was trying to control his emotions.

"I entered my training camp and didn't know who I am? Then what are you doing?" There seemed to be a hint of ridicule in that voice.

"General Zefa?"

Sith's mouth was slightly raised, and his body seemed to relax in an instant, but the knife in his hand became tighter and tighter. He did not have the habit of handing over his life and death to others.

"General, I am just an ordinary recruit who comes to class. There is no need for such a big battle, right? I'll just walk the rest of the way myself. I won't bother you to pick me up all the time."

"Haha, General? I don't need that name anymore. I'm calling me an instructor now."

Zefa laughed loudly and finally showed his figure in front of the Sith for the first time.

It was an extremely tall man. Whether it was the aura on his body or the heroic spirit from the bottom of his heart, it made the Sith feel like he was rising up. But before he could exclaim, a fist full of domineering and black all over the body hit Sith's belly.

This time, he saw it.

The Sith began to swing his sword quickly to block it, forming a clear sword curtain in front of him, and the black and red flames flew, like a mad dragon protecting him firmly inside.

I guess even the general... Sith's pupils suddenly shrank, and Zefa's figure disappeared again. He only saw a black shadow passing by, and the knife in his hand was knocked to the ground. A pain in his lower abdomen, and a hard fist hit his stomach.

vomit!

A mouthful of sour water was spit out, and Zefa's strength was just right, and Sith half knelt on the ground.

He struggled to raise his head, Zefa bit the cigar again at some point, and his hand was placed on his chest.

"The strength is good, but it's still too young, especially the physical skills, which are far inferior to Sakaski. But I would like to ask seriously, are you really not Sakaski's illegitimate son?"

Sith grabbed his eyebrows and stared at Zefa without saying anything.

Is it Sakasky's illegitimate child? Others don't know whether he Zefa still doesn't know?

He watched the Navy feel idle all day long. After Porusalino, Sakaski finally praised him for being killed. No, it was his Sith's murder.

What do you say about the next gossip?

Shocked, the leader of the Revolutionary Army Dorag was actually the illegitimate son of the Navy Marshal Buddha's Warring States Period and the naval hero Monkey D. Cap. Is surrogacy a loss of human nature or morality annihilation?

"Although I don't know what you are thinking, I know you definitely didn't think of anything good, but that's right. You can even do something like setting fire to the mountain, what else can you dare not think of?"

Sith wiped his mouth with his sleeve, raised his head and glanced at him, "No matter what, at least I can't do the thing to put a beast to bite the student."

"Ha, you guy." Zefa raised Sith with one hand, raised the corner of his mouth, and glared at him, "This matter of the beast is different. How can you pay for the money you burned mountains?"

"Pay money, ah, General Zefa, you let the beast bite me, and you still want me to pay for it?" The Sith shook his head and smiled, as if he had heard something funny.

"Oh, don't you?" Zefa sucked the clouds and threw him back to the ground, "One code is converted into one code, the Judicial Island should have taught you this."

The Sith let out a long sigh and bared his teeth.

He couldn't beat Zefa, so he accepted this account.

"Please send the bill to the office of the Justice Island in Marinfando, find Irando Reggins, and ask him to help him get some things first, and I will pay back the rest."

"Tsk tsk, OK, just kidding, but you Judicial Island is really rich."

Zefa smiled and picked up the Sith with one hand and carried it on his shoulder. At this time, the Whitebeard II was not the Seven Warriors Sea, and Zefa was not as extreme as it was later. He was still a pitiful old man with great suffering and revenge.

"Your name is Wilson Sith, right? Come here every morning at 4 o'clock from tomorrow, one hour earlier than others. Your physical skills are really weak, and you still have to make up for the missing classes."

"Can I hit you after I make up?"

"Hahaha, if you want to hit me, you have to hurry up. Just talking about physical skills, at least it can be at your father's level."

"I said, Sakaski is not my dad."

"Okay, okay, Sakaski is not your dad, it's okay?"

"Really, what I said is true, don't coax me like a child."

"hehe!"
Chapter completed!