Tick ​​tock, tick tock...

The deck of the warship was already stained red with blood, but the massacre before our eyes had not ended yet.

The obese man with wild long golden hair and a slender white beard shaped like a crescent moon was still waving the naginata in his hand like a tireless killing machine.

The students in the elite camp underestimated the strength of the person in front of them. All the students who rushed forward were cut in half by this guy, and they didn't even have a chance to resist with their backhand.

Zefa opened the door and looked at the dazzling scarlet in front of him. His body couldn't stop shaking, and his memory suddenly returned to that rainy night 23 years ago.

At that time, he was still known as the "black-armed" general who would not kill anyone, but even though he was so powerful, he failed to protect his wife and children.

His wife and children were killed in retaliation by the pirates he had captured earlier. When he rushed to the merchant ship where the incident occurred in a panic, he saw exactly what he saw was a hellish scene.

The initial feeling of powerlessness flooded into his heart. Zefa wanted to rush forward and punch the bastard who was slaughtering his students in front of him, but he found that his legs could not use the strength at all.

My limbs were weak, my throat was tight, and it felt like there was an old bellows that kept ringing in my chest.

He grabbed his throat in pain, and tears gradually blurred Zefa's vision.

Damn damn damn!

His asthma actually relapsed at such a critical moment!

Zefa wanted to touch the asthma medicine in his pocket, but he desperately found that his pocket was empty.

"teacher!"

Listening to the call next to his ear, Zefa's face almost twisted into a ball.

Twenty-three years ago, he lost his wife and son because he was not at the scene. Today, twenty-three years later, he clearly sees the enemy right in front of him, but he can do nothing.

Zefa, Zefa, are you going to let the nightmare from 23 years ago happen again?

Seeing the man with the slender white beard raising his butcher knife towards his beloved disciples again, Zefa could no longer bear the sight in front of him.

Although he couldn't use his weapons in his asthmatic state, he still rushed forward as fast as he could.

Seeing that the terrifying blade was about to fall, Zefa did not hesitate at all. In the midst of the lightning and flint, he rushed forward to protect his disciple. At the same time, he subconsciously raised his left arm and tried to use his left arm.

He resisted the naginata of the person in front of him.

He would rather let that terrifying blade fall on him than continue to see his beloved disciples lying in a pool of blood.

The sharp blade kept magnifying in front of his eyes, and he was about to slash Zefa's left arm when he saw the sharp sound of breaking wind in the distance.

A golden flying slash shot from a distance, and at the last second before the naginata was about to land on Zefa's left arm, it struck the right face of the person in front of him fiercely.

laugh!

The golden flying slash marked the obese man's right face with a large splash of blood, causing him to fall backwards, successfully saving Zefa's left arm.

Zefa and the surviving students will never forget the scene before them, the golden feet and the red-haired figure that appeared in front of them.

They didn't know why Seti appeared here at this time. They only knew that Seti's appearance brought them hope of survival.

On the other side, Seti, who was shooting from a distance with his moon steps, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

In order to save Zefa before the opponent could strike with this knife, he had just risked his life.

The moment he saw the warships of Zefa and others, he decisively gave up the warships at his feet and directly used the moon step fire sky type pole. Shukchi's subjugating power. It was all thanks to the three acceleration effects that he was able to

That life-saving kick at the critical moment.

He took out the asthma medicine from his pocket and threw it to Zefa. Seti looked at Zefa who had not yet recovered and said quickly:

"Now is not the time to be in a daze, Teacher Zefa. I may not be able to defeat him. The lives of our entire crew are in your hands!"

As he spoke, Seti turned his attention to the fat man in front of him, grinning with a strange smile:

"But until you regain your strength, leave this guy to me."

Upon hearing this, Zefa trembled as if he had been struck by thunder, and then he recovered from his previous daze.

Looking at Seti in front of him, Zefa tightened his grip on the asthma medicine in his hand, and hope gradually ignited in his heart that was almost desperate.

Seti was right. Now was not the time to be in a daze. There were still so many disciples waiting for him to rescue them. No matter what, he could never let the nightmare of twenty-three years ago happen again.

Just as Zefa came to his senses, the fat man who had fallen on the ground suddenly got up from the ground.

It was obvious that the right half of his face had been completely mangled with blood from the Arashi Kick just now, but this guy roared, picked up the naginata in his hand again and rushed towards Seti as if nothing was wrong.

Looking at the right side of the other person's face that seemed to be squirming spontaneously, Zefa couldn't help but feel a shiver in his heart.

The kick just now has definitely penetrated deep into the facial bones, but even so, this guy can still stand up in such a short time. With such terrifying physical strength and recovery power, is he still a person with abilities?

When he thought that the damn enemy in front of him might be an esper, Zefa quickly sprayed asthma medicine into his mouth in an attempt to get rid of his asthma as quickly as possible.

Until then, he could only place his hope on Seti.

Seti looked at the guy in front of him who roared loudly and rushed towards him. He used his razor to dodge the naginata coming from him, and a look of doubt flashed in his eyes.

With his crazy long blond hair, this big fat face, and the slender white beard that curls up like a crescent moon, there is no mistaking it. This guy is definitely Edward Wei, who will be known as the "Whitebeard II" in the future.

Boolean.

But wasn't Edward Weibull in the original work a retard? Why didn't he look like a retard at all at this time? Instead, he looked like a terrifying beast.

The short body once again dodged the naginata struck by this guy. Seti forced himself to suppress the doubts in his heart. This was not the time to think about this. This guy was worthy of being called by Kizaru as "having the power of Whitebeard when he was young."

"Guy.

Just by listening to the sound of the wind when the naginata slashes, you can tell how terrifying this guy's power is.

Coupled with that exaggerated naginata, if you are not careful at all, you will be cut in two by this guy.

With this thought, Seti's expression returned to concentration again. He stared closely at Edward Weibull in front of him and stretched out his finger to hook him.

Although Edward Weibull was as crazy as a beast at this time, he still understood Seti's provocation.

"Kill...kill you!"
Chapter completed!