The scimitar in Liszt's eyes was getting closer and bigger.

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

One hand held the scimitar, and the tip of the knife was against his eyebrows. If it weren't for the appearance of that hand, it would have stabbed into Liszt's head smoothly.

Lister glanced at Old John holding the knife and said, "I'm afraid!"

Old John and Liszt looked at each other, and after a moment, the anger on Old John dissipated and he sat next to Liszt.

"Do you want to hear my story?"

“Is there any wine?”

Liszt endured the pain all over his body, took the wine pot with his left hand and took a sip of rum.

"I used to be the Navy!" said Old John.

"I was young at that time. Like you, I worked hard to train and longed to make a name for myself. In five years, I became a naval major and had my own warship. If there were no accidents, maybe I was now a lieutenant general. Unfortunately, the first time I went to sea, I met the young pirate Moonlight Moria. My warship sank and all my soldiers were dead. I still remember their names now."

Old John trembled his hands and took a sip of wine.

"I drifted to a deserted island with the wind and waves, and survived. It was not until two years later that I was rescued by the passing merchant ship. When I returned to the headquarters of the Navy, everyone was surprised, surprised why I was not dead. I was a hero, and they held a glorious funeral for me. But I was still alive, and I was subject to various scrutiny. Soon, I became a prisoner, the crime was for unfavorable command, abandoning my subordinates, and fleeing in front of the battlefield. Of course, I was unwilling to give up. I ran away, killed those who were chasing me, and put on the reward list, and I didn't care. My heart was full of hatred, and it was caused by Molia. I wanted to take revenge, and I formed my own pirate group. Finally, I took my subordinates to find Molia and came to a naval battle!"

"What's the result?"

"I'm defeated! Molia threatened me with my partner and forced me to swear that I will never step into the great route in my life."

Old John looked painful.

Liszt handed him the wine, and Old John drank it in pain, calmed down, looked at the sky, and sighed.

"Two failures erased my will. I was exiled to the East China Sea, drinking all day long, and being in a daze."

"You and the captain..."

"Wigel is the son of my deputy and has always wanted revenge. Last year, he found me. I owe his father a life."

"The captain wants to go to the great route?"

"His father died in that naval battle, and he was going to seek revenge on Molia."

"Molia is strong?"

"He is much stronger than me. He is a famous pirate in the New World and a devil fruit abilities."

Liszt asked: "Can the captain defeat Moria?"

Old John shook his head and said, "Wiger is too confident. Although he is one of the best pirates in the East China Sea, when he arrived at the Great Route, there were not a thousand pirates like him, and there were eight hundred. I advised him, but he did not listen and insisted on going to the Great Route."

Liszt suddenly realized that Old John suddenly became angry, actually worried about Wigel. He just happened to hit Old John's explosion point, just like the boss was holding his anger after losing money. Seeing you laughing, he immediately roared at you, and was completely unrestrained.

After the outbreak, Old John regretted it. He shouldn't have angrily scattered on Liszt, so that the above conversations were found.

Liszt was clear about it, but he didn't point it out, and sighed: "It's a great way, I want to go and see it."

"You are too weak!" Old John shook his head.

"I'm still young, you can help me!"

"Why?"

Liszt looked at his injuries.

Old John was dark-faced and silent for a moment. Out of guilt, he said, "It will be very bitter!"

"Only those who endure hardships can become the best!"

Old John hesitated slightly and asked, "Do you want to try the Navy's elite training?"

Half a year later, in the autumn of 1511, a message was uploaded on the Blood Axe.

"Have you heard it? Red-footed Zhepu defeated the naval warship and was already a big pirate with a bounty of 20 million."

"who?"

"It's the chef who fought with his feet, the captain of the chef Pirates."

"Scared, the red feet of the devil with a cruel and ruthless personality? I heard that after every battle, his shoes will turn red and dye the blood of the enemy. What a terrible man!"

"Hmph, Chef Pirates!"

Wiggle drank a large glass of rum and the cup hit the table. The chef pirate group occupied the East China Sea for several years. As the saying goes, his peers are enemies. As the pirate leader who is determined to enter the great route and avenge his father, Wiggle naturally dissatisfied.

"If I can defeat the Chef Pirates, then Old John will promise to take me into the great route!" Wigel's eyes were fierce.

Thinking of this, Wigel called his own sailor.

"Hanson, I need you to do one thing!" Wiggle instructed.

After hearing this, Hansen laughed and patted his chest and said, "Captain, don't worry, I promise to do it."

"Well, by the way, where is our chef?"

"Although special training is still on the island!"

"I hope the chef's special training will end as soon as possible. We haven't eaten delicious food for a long time!" Weigel complained.

On the beach, Liszt, who was naked, ran wildly with a huge rock weighing thousands of pounds, and then circled the island twice, slowing down.

At this time, his breathing gradually became rapid. Every step he took was extremely difficult, and the huge rocks on his shoulder seemed to be getting heavier and heavier.

On the boulder, Old John stood with his hands on his back.

"Go, keep walking, raise your head, and look ahead. Want to become stronger? Only by breaking your limits can you keep growing stronger. Feel the trembling and whistling of every inch of your muscles, remember this pain, and turn them into strength,"

"Don't stop. Compared with the geniuses of the Great Route, you are already too far behind. They are talented and work harder than you. To surpass them, it takes a hundred times or a thousand times of sweat. Only by going through thousands of tempers can you withstand the storm of the Great Route!"

Old John yelled loudly, as if he had returned to his youth and received special training at the Navy headquarters.

“Extreme training!”

"Press your body to the limit, then cross it and break through to the death training in a brand new field!"

Even at the Navy headquarters, there are not many people who can persevere. It requires trainees, with perseverance and a body that can withstand torture. Breaking through the limits again and again is not a joke. If you are not careful, you will either die or be injured.

Liste held his head up and stared at the pile of built stones. His breathing was like a bellows, and his lungs seemed to explode. He stepped on a sand pit, pulled it out, and then moved forward.

Persist, persevere, persevere...
Chapter completed!