One Piece’s Strongest Ice Dragon

Thanks for the 100 reward of the book friend~En `ゐ伱弱~!

In addition, because the collection finally broke 3,000 (it's not easy after a month), so today's three watch.

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Two o'clock in the afternoon, Marineford, Arena.

The arena is the name of a large square behind the headquarters of the fortress, not the arena in the underground world.

There are many people in the naval headquarters, and there are many squares.

Some are purely used for training, some are meeting venues, and there is also a square in the name of competition.

I don't know how many years ago this name was circulated. Now, everyone has forgotten its original name, and it is called "Arena" uniformly.

Because this place is too suitable for fighting.

The surrounding area is open and sparsely populated. Looking east from here, the town is a few miles away, and there are no buildings around it, independent of the headquarters building complex.

With such excellent innate conditions, this place is naturally regarded by the Navy as the best place to learn from each other.

No matter how lively the fight is, there is no need to worry about hurting innocent people.

At this moment, a thin figure sat cross-legged in the center of the arena, with a long sword lying across his lap, sinking along with his breathing.

In the auditorium on Hansa's left, several figures stood there.

Among them are officers who are responsible for refereeing, but in addition to them, there are former generals Zefa, flying squirrels, Huoshaoshan and several other lieutenants, as well as naval hero, Tekken Garp.

In the past two years, the world of One Piece has been relatively calm, the Four Emperors can't touch it, the Qiwuhai can't touch it, and the new pirates won't be as perverted as the year Luffy went to sea. Many things can be handled by the branch, so everyone has more leisure time.

Hearing that Loya was going to duel with Bibi Hansa of the Elite Battalion today, Flying Squirrel invited familiar generals to watch the battle, and also invited the referee.

Its purpose is self-evident, he wants Loya to show himself more in the high-level navy and lay the groundwork for the future.

The tempers of the two are in harmony, and Loya also feels close to the first person he meets in this world, so the relationship between the two has always been good. Since there is a chance for Loyado to show his face, the flying squirrel will of course do so.

Even if it's not for friendship, they are both disciples of Zefa and they should help each other.

When the time came to two o'clock in the afternoon, Hansa closed his eyes and opened his eyes inexplicably and looked towards the fortress.

A second after Hansa raised his head, Garp, Zefa and others sensed Loya's approach.

The two were very surprised by this, and Garp asked: "Hey, Zefa, Hansa's perception range is not so big, right?"

"Well..." Zefa nodded: "Just like when you hunted down Roger back then, it should belong to the intuition between opponents."

"Uh..." Karp scratched the back of his head and shrugged, "It shouldn't be that exaggerated."

A figure passed by quickly in the air, and in less than a breath, it came to the center of the field from a distance. After landing, it was silent and light.

"I didn't expect this elite camp to have a genius who has cultivated to such a level. This is probably the best guy in the past, right?"

"It looks like this, Flying Squirrel, is he Loya?"

The person who spoke was a man with a big beard and a cigar. Judging from the military emblem on his cloak, he was also a lieutenant general.

Hearing this, the flying squirrel with his arms folded frowned and whispered, "It's him right...but, what's the matter with his injuries? After the duel today, why didn't he rest in peace? ?"

Lieutenant General Huoshaoshan snorted and looked carefully. Indeed, Loya in the field was indeed in a bad state.

The original clean recruit's shirt was full of mud, and the clothes still had scratches from the sharp sword. Looking through the cut in the clothes,

You can even clearly see the bloodstains deep inside the nails.

With daily exercise, Loya's baby face gradually reduced fat and became tough and straight, but the abrasions on the corners of his mouth and face made him look very embarrassed.

The ring finger of the left hand was bent unnaturally, apparently broken.

Seeing Loya's tragic state, Zefa asked in a deep voice, "Loya! Who attacked you?"

At this moment, Zefa's face was extremely gloomy, his eyes were out of focus, and his arm muscles trembled unconsciously, which was a manifestation of extreme anger.

In his opinion, Loya's strength is not to mention the elite battalion. Generally, the lieutenant general will not be able to please him. Apart from being attacked, is there any general shot?

Luo Ya is his most important disciple, who would dare to beat him like this!

"Attack?" Although the blood from the scratches of the sharp sword in the chest has stopped, but with the vibration of the chest when he speaks, a heart-piercing pain hits, making Loya almost unable to stand still.

Stopping Zefa from approaching with his hand, Loya took a few breaths and straightened his back: "No one attacked me. It's just that I picked your elite camp just now, and I suffered a little injury, don't worry. ."

"Picked... Elite Camp?" Zefa was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened in disbelief: "You mean all of them!"

"Of course! Otherwise, one-on-one, teacher, who do you think can hurt me?" Loya grinned, revealing eight shiny front teeth.

wow~

In the audience, the pot exploded in an instant, and the generals present showed a look of surprise.

"All? This is really..."

Huoshaoshan sighed.

No matter how weak this class is, it is still an elite battalion, and all of them are geniuses selected from the middle of the recruits.

Most of the generals present came from the elite battalion under Zefa and had a deep understanding of the elite battalion.

Don't look at the rumors that the new generation of navy is not as good as before, the strength of the elite battalion is not what ordinary people can imagine, and everyone in it is a monster in the eyes of ordinary people.

Hearing Loya's words, these generals were surprised, but also a little dubious.

However, as Tony and the others supporting each other slowly appeared at the edge of the line of sight, everyone was silent.

Compared with Loya, they look even worse.

All of them had wounds on their bodies, and a few guys even limped forward, leaning on crutches and being helped forward. The blood oozing from the wound stained the bandage red, and with every step, a lot of cold sweat broke out on the head.

Aludo, a four-meter-tall little giant, was lying on a rudimentary cart, being pushed by his less injured companions. Brother Jerome was hanging by one hand, and the thick plaster had not yet fully solidified.

"I thought you were staying in the infirmary to recover, but I didn't expect you to be able to stand up."

Feeling the sight behind him, Loya turned his head with a smile and looked at them.

Tony pushed aside Simon who was supporting him, and with a scabbard, he approached the arena with difficulty step by step, walked to the edge of the platform, gritted his teeth and climbed onto the platform.

Loya didn't know what he was going to do, and looked at him blankly.

Tony walked to Loya's side, took out a roll of bandages from his pocket and handed it over: "Wrap it up, the wound will open."

Loya looked at the bandage on Tony's hand silently, and suddenly, slapped it and slapped it out, and said with a wicked smile: "No need! This is my own choice!"

After a pause, Loya turned to look at Hansa: "Besides, even if I am injured, are you sure that Hansa can defeat me?"

Tony couldn't help being dumbfounded and gave up persuasion.

Now, Zefa has a general understanding of what happened.

Loya's strength is well known in the elite camp, and the old members know very well that Hansa will never be Loya's opponent.

If it was just an ordinary sparring, everyone would still be laughing and laughing waiting for the duel to end, taunting the loser. However, Hansa's body is probably no longer able to support this level of battle, and may collapse at any time.

That is, will die.

For this group of recruits, the death of their companions cannot be ignored.

Because the duel could not be stopped, Tony and the others had to choose another method.

That is to weaken Loya.

Don't know why, they just hope that Hansa will win.