"The smoke is too big, don't you see it?" Zefa chuckled, and his left hand held the trunk beside him, leaving a few fingerprints on it. "Then you have no idea at all?"

"Yes." Barry clamped his legs and looked at Zefa.

"Then tell me." Zefa nodded to him and signaled him to continue.

"I don't have a good look. Major Sith didn't see clearly when he was dealing with Betty. When he was dealing with Balk, Will, Quint, and Judy, he was too smokey. I still didn't see clearly, but I heard it,

It took a total of one minute and fifty-four seconds to deal with four people at the same time. On average, each person took about twenty-nine seconds, all of which were killed by one blow. Therefore, the attack interval between Major Sith is about twenty-four seconds to twenty-five seconds. As long as we grasp this period of time, we can defeat Major Sith."

Barry was neither humble nor arrogant. He stood up and said his thoughts with his head high, and his body was filled with a different spirit.

"Yeah." Zefa nodded as he heard this, and felt a little satisfied. Now he finally found a slightly more reliable person. "Since you already have an idea, why not stand up?"

"Because I don't have the confidence to survive the attack of Major Sith."

"Hahaha, you told the truth." Zefa really laughed this time. As long as he knew where he lost and knew how to think, these people would be saved. He then looked at Sith and looked at Barry, "Give you a chance. How many days do you need to prepare if you want to defeat him?"

"Three days, instructor, please give me three days. In three days, I can take them to defeat Major Sith." Barry thrust his chest and shouted to Zefa.

"Can't you be alone?"

Barry shook his head, his expression a little serious, "Instructor, times have changed. This is no longer the era of fighting alone and brute force. Although I can't do it alone, I believe that as long as we unite, there will be no enemy we cannot defeat."

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"It's really good." Sith smiled and clapped his hands, feeling that he was quite worthy of his values. This little guy named Barry might still be a talent.

"Hmm?" Zefa snorted coldly and glared at him, "Do you know that you are opponents now? Give me serious."

Sith shrugged helplessly, "Actually, I really think he said it well."

Zefa turned too far,

"The words are good, but sometimes it may not be all right. More ants are biting to death, but when have you heard that more ants are biting to death? In this world, when the power is strong to a certain extent, the number is meaningless."

"Report!" Barry stood up again.

"What's the matter? Say."

"Instructor, many ants bite the immortal dragon, but Major Sith is not a dragon. At best, he is a tiger. Now he is a group of wolves and tigers. Life and death are unknown. Please give us a chance. Three days, no, two days, two days, we will definitely defeat Major Sith in two days." Barry looked directly at Zefa.

Zefa grinned, looked at him with a meaningful look, then turned around,

"Seven days, I'll give you seven days, and you'll be hit after seven days. Do you have any objections?"

Sith leaned against the tree and raised his eyebrows, "I have no problem."

"No, instructor, seven days are too many, we only need three days."

Zefa shook his head, looked Bari twice, and pointed at the Sith, "Did you see it? The remaining four days are not for you, but for him to recover from his injuries. You can't expect others to keep fighting with you with your injuries, right?"

Barry looked at the Sith and nodded, "Okay, seven days, then seven days. Seven days later, wait until Major Sith is well recovered and the injury will be cured. Then we will fight again."

Sith leaned against the tree and shrugged, "I have no objection."

"Yes." Zefa lit a cigarette, looked at the sky, and nodded slightly, "Then let's settle it like this first. It's getting late now, so let's go back first. I'll take the Sith to a island today."

"yes."

Then everyone clamped their legs, saluted Zefa, and walked towards the accommodation area with neat steps.

...

At night, the sky was just right. I don’t know if it was because of the Sith’s fire. The starry sky on that night looked particularly shining, with stars covering the sky, and there was no wave on the ancient well on the sea.

"Come up and row by yourself."

Zefa had no intention of having a size wounded man. He sat on the boat, patted the seat in front of him, and signaled the Sith to come and row.

Sith rolled his eyes at him helplessly, "I know, I know, I'll come here now."

The moonlight enveloped the four fields. Sith and Zefa, who were wounded, were sitting on the boat, looking particularly pitiful. The black tentacles slowly tweaked the oars, and Sith looked at Zefa.

"Tell me, Teacher Zefa, what's wrong with you looking for me today? I don't believe you just want to send me to an island."

Zefa spread his left hand onto the boat, "You are smart, you are right. I did have something to do with you today."

"You said, if I can do it, I will definitely do it for you."

Zefa narrowed his eyes and leaned his head over.

"I don't want you to do anything big for me, you just need to teach Barry and the others a lesson."

Sith's mouth curled up, and a hint of joking could not help but bring a hint of joke on his face.

"Teacher Zefa, what are you doing? Those are you disciples who have been following you for several years! You don't want them to win, but you actually want me to teach them a lesson?"

"Hmph." Zefa snorted coldly and glanced at him, "What do you know? They are just too proud, otherwise how could I count on you?"

The Sith looked at the moon on the water and smiled without saying a word.

Zefa bit a cigar and spit out a cigarette ring, half of vicissitudes and half of nostalgia:

"More than 20 years ago, I took over this training camp from Marshal Sora. At that time, the navy was really energetic. Among my first students were monsters like Sakaski and Porusalino, among my third students, there were Kuzan, and behind them were ghost spiders, Burning Mountain, and Gion...

I was really happy to watch the navy rule the world day by day, but I don’t know when the navy has changed, become sick, or become older. A new generation of pirates has grown up, but what about the navy?

Who else can take the lead in the new generation of navy? When all the old people of us die, who else can the navy rely on? Smog?

Smoger's strength is pretty good. There are not many stronger than him in the navy of the same age, but it is not enough. He is still far behind the monster like Sakaski. With his strength, he can't stand up to the navy, but this is already one of the most outstanding newcomers in our navy.
Chapter completed!