Hearing Allen's words, Ghost Spider felt fire rising up.

This isn't a question of whether you look down on him or not, it's a matter of not taking him seriously at all.

He said angrily: "Who do you think you are? Where do you think this is? This is the new barracks of the Navy Headquarters. Those who can come here are elites, and not just anyone can be despised. I can defeat myself without four people."

you."

call out!

An almost inaudible sound passed through Ghost Spider's ears, and he turned his head to find a strand of hair floating down.

"You've already died once."

"You...you are a despicable sneak attack! I was careless, otherwise I would have been able to escape." The ghost spider was frightened and angry.

"He is very strong, Teacher Zefa, and I agree to challenge him together." At this time, Flying Squirrel's hair was still very thick, not the mohawk style hair style he had later, but of course he was equally serious.

Dalmecia said: "I don't have any objection either."

Dauberman said nothing, but his eyes already expressed agreement.

Zefa raised his hand to push his eyes, and the gaze under the lenses was unpredictable: "In this way, since Allen is so confident and you all agree, then he will fight against the four of you."

He was actually slightly displeased with Allen's proud attitude. It was understandable for young people to be arrogant, but looking down on the best-performing students he taught didn't mean looking down on him as a teacher?

Of course, he also thought of another level.

Perhaps this was the attitude this young man showed specifically to attract his attention.

This also makes sense.

Not young and vigorous, are you still a young man?

Isn't this just right? It doesn't look like me being as depressed as I am. This is what the navy should be like in the future.

Thinking about it this way, Zefa didn't think there was anything wrong with Allen.

In fact, Allen's idea is very simple. He is not doing it to show off, or to attract attention, or these are just incidental purposes. His real idea is to let Zefa understand what stage he is at now and what he lacks, so that he can

When he taught, he was on target.

In a one-on-one battle, Allen believed that he could win easily, so there was no point in fighting. After all, he had mastered Armament Haki, and many of the soldiers in the new barracks had not even mastered the Sixth Form.

Even the best people have only mastered one or two of them.

So this wave, this wave, he is on the negative level.

Soon there was enough space around for the five of them. At Allen's suggestion, all three of them brought real long knives instead of bamboo knives used for training.

Only Dalmesia ate the animal-type fruit and became stronger in hand-to-hand combat. She gave up the long sword and specialized in physical arts.

The four people were spread out widely, with Allen surrounded in the middle. After a long period of training, they were very familiar with each other. They could work together without speaking, and could even tell what the other person was thinking with just a look.

But it was not them who took action first, but Allen who was surrounded in the middle.

As usual, they first greeted them with bee stings in both hands, then flicked their fingers together, and a sound of 'whoosh, whoosh' sounded like a rain of arrows in the air, and the transparent and sharp glass spikes arrived in front of them without even blinking.

Tsk~

Four figures in a row all dodged the attack just now. The first six skills the four of them mastered was [Shaving].

The four people arrived in front of Allen almost at the same time and launched attacks from different angles to ensure that they would neither affect others nor fail to attack Allen. This kind of cooperation was considered a tacit understanding.

It's like when a team starts, your teammates shout over there:

"Fuck him, fuck him, I'll take control first."

"Pay attention to your cooperation. I'll connect you after you finish controlling me."

"I'm outputting, I'm going to turn it up."

"Me too."

In fact, the four of them didn't even communicate, or even make eye contact, to know how to work together.

But in a flash, they saw that Allen was not panicked at all, and he even had a smile on his lips.

He put his hands together, and transparent glass appeared around him, surrounding him. The Ghost Spider and Dalmecia, who were the fastest, had no time to escape and were directly mounted on the glass. The other two were also

Not long after, the long knife hit the transparent glass with a crisp sound, accompanied by sparks and shock, and almost hurt myself.

This move is for——【Bulletproof·Safe House】.

Allen is more focused on defense than attack. Killing the enemy is nothing, because the enemy will kill them endlessly. Victory is only alive. One word stands out...

--stable.

Of course, he is not like Big Mom's son, Cracker, one of the three generals, who completely hides himself in the armor made of biscuits.

In fact, Allen can also make a glass armor, which is harder than biscuit armor, but it is very inconvenient and too clumsy to use, which will greatly reduce his own strength. He gave up after trying this ability once.

.

Wow~

The glass house turned into a sky full of crystal dust. Under the light and shadow, countless stars seemed to be pulled from the starry sky to the front, and dots of fluorescent light enveloped the surrounding space.

Before the four people could react, Allen clenched his left hand, a transparent glove appeared on his fist, and punched the ghost spider in the abdomen, knocking him away.

At the same time, he also kicked Dalmecia in the chest, but this guy seemed to have practiced with iron and only took a few steps back.

But it wasn't a big problem. He kept moving his hands, holding his other free right hand empty, and a transparent long knife appeared in his hand. With one sweep, he swept away the flying squirrel and Dauberman.

Immediately afterwards, his figure flashed and appeared in front of the ghost spider.

【shave】

More skillful and faster [shaving].

Before the ghost spider even landed, a fist quickly grew in size in his pupils, and then punched him on the chin.

The ghost spider changed direction for the second time, drew a beautiful parabola, and fell to the ground, sending up a cloud of dust.

The crowd roared.

No wonder they are so crazy. It turns out they have the capital to be crazy. The people who rank at the top of every test in their recruit camp seem to have little room to fight back.

What kind of monster is this?

Ghost Spider climbed up from the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood, and said in a hoarse voice: "Why do you know how to shave like this? This is a move that can only be learned by the Navy and the World Government, why can you do it too?"

Of course it was drawn by lottery.

Allen thought to himself, but he said another explanation: "Shaving? You said that this kind of force-generating technique, this kind of thing, still needs to be learned! Doesn't it have hands... ah, just feet? I can learn it after just one look.

It’s over.”

Gee, no wonder so many people like to show off.

It turns out that this feeling is really good!

puff……

The ghost spider spurted out a mouthful of old blood, which he couldn't accept.

You will know it after reading it once?!

Just have legs?!
Chapter completed!