The boat galloped on the sea like flying fish, the sky was surging white waves in the howling wind, and a straight silver line was drawn on the calm sea like blue amber.

The strong wind and splashing water made Cavendish, who was strong, feel a little unbearable.

The Pluto Rayle, who was walking with him, was relaxed and comfortable, not moved by the storm in front of him.

He always had a gentle smile on his face, and he looked like a harmless retired old man.

But Cavendish naturally would not think that this senior Reilly is really a mediocre old man. In addition to Reilly's own reputation and the formidable momentum he showed before, Reilly's current performance also made Cavendish feel awe:

The boat they are now riding is as fast as lightning, which is more than ten times faster than when Cavendish alone on the boat. The power of shaking the waves is almost as powerful as that of a fishman karate.

And all this was just because the boater was replaced by Rayley.

Cavendish, who has always regarded himself as a genius, and even though he has experienced many setbacks, did not take the Seven War Sea seriously, finally realized what it is to have someone outside of people and have a heaven beyond the sky. The arrogance and narcissism in his character unknowingly restrained everything in front of Reilly.

but

Unexpectedly, the famous senior Pluto also rowed with a sword

Looking at the black knife sausage in Reilly's hand, Cavendish's expression became strange involuntarily.

"Hahaha"

Reilly noticed the complicated eyes of the young man beside him and couldn't help laughing freely:

"What? Have you never seen anyone rowing with a sword?"

"No, no, no"

Cavendish blushed and said hurriedly:

"I usually row like this when I am alone!"

"only"

Cavendish's face turned redder: "I always feel that doing this is contrary to the morality of a swordsman."

"Ha ha."

Rayley chuckled twice, shook his head and said:

"Why do you have to worry about this? It's the opposite"

Reilly paused and asked this junior who had a good impression of him:

"Using a sword as a oar has three benefits for a swordsman!"

"oh?"

Cavendish's eyes lit up, and he suddenly realized that he might have encountered a great opportunity for a foreigner to teach the mystery of kendo.

Regardless of the oncoming storm, Cavendish immediately took a serious attitude of sitting upright and listening.

"First"

Reilly stopped the paddling in his hand and showed the black blade of the black sword Qiushui in front of Cavendish:

"This is the cultivation of 'qi'."

"The sword blade is only an inch wide, while the sea boat weighs a thousand pounds."

"How to use a narrow sword blade to push the entire sea ship, and how can the sword energy you swing exert its strongest thrust?"

As he said that, Rayleigh's wrist holding the sword moved lightly:

The narrow sword blade suddenly crashed into the water, and in an instant, it stirred up the sky of white waves that were more than ten meters wide.

After seeing this scene, Cavendish suddenly realized it, and only felt that Rayley's words were like Huang Zhong Dalu, thought-provoking:

His sword Durandel is a light Western sword, with a light and slender body. It is not natural to push the sea ship forward by relying on the blade alone;

So every time he rows with his sword, he is actually unknowingly tempering his own sword energy.

But I didn’t pay attention to careful understanding when rowing before, and wasted so many valuable opportunities to improve my swordsmanship.

"second"

Rayley hid the sword blade of the black sword Qiushui into the water and said, "This is also the cultivation of 'power'."

"How to use the minimum force to tilt the fastest water flow?"

"How should we control this water flow so that the fragile wooden boat can remain stable in the galloping and not be destroyed by the waves?"

The black knife in Rayley's hand moved the water again, but this time the blade was like a swimming fish, quick, agile and silent.

It clearly did not cause any waves, but Cavendish could feel the drastic changes at the bottom of the ship, making the boat's speed faster.

"sharp!"

Cavendish felt a great enlightenment, and it seemed that the sword skills he had practiced since childhood were the same as those he had learned in vain:

"I didn't expect that this simple boating action actually contained such profound secrets of kendo!"

"Ha ha"

"Nothing is amazing, it's just a skillful one."

Rayley smiled softly and said in a deep voice:

"And this third point is the most important point and the fundamental reason for rowing with a sword."

Cavendish was completely immersed in his understanding of the swordsmanship, and he couldn't wait to ask, "What is it?"

However, Rayley suddenly stopped explaining, pointed to the sea not far away and said:

"We're catching up!"

Cavendish hurriedly looked at two ships between them, drifting on the sea together.

The mast sail of a ship was broken, but Cavendish could still recognize at a glance that it was the ship Molia took from him.

The other ship turned out to be a naval warship. Judging from its huge size, you can tell that the specifications of this warship are not low.

Cavendish's expression immediately became solemn: "How can there be a navy here?"

Then, with Superman's eyes, he looked at it carefully:

Molia's conspicuous body was sitting on the deck of the sea boat, and in front of him was a navy general wearing a cloak of justice and a handsome knight in gorgeous armor.

Because Molia was facing Cavendish, Cavendish could not see clearly the hideous scars and gray expression on Molia's face.

Cavendish could only see clearly the seemingly smiles on the faces of the admiral and the strange knight, as if they were chatting and laughing with Moria.

And Molia's strong body, which could not even be cut with her sword, was trembling constantly in front of these two people.

Cavendish's pupils shrank, and he immediately guessed the current situation:

It seems that the joke told by the knight is very interesting, and it actually made Moria, the vicious pirate, laughed and trembled all over.

"hateful!"

Cavendish said, clenching his fists, gritting his teeth:

"Damn the King of Seven Warriors!"

"Molia actually got involved with the Navy!"

Rayley's eyes also froze and looked in the direction of the ship with some surprise.

But his attention did not focus on Molia and the lieutenant general, but looked at Garen, who was standing beside the lieutenant general with all concentration.

"Isn't this the young man Kurokas wants to thank?"

"How could he get mixed up with a scum like Moria?"

Rayley came to Alabastan to give the black knife Qiushui to Garen as a gift. Naturally, he paid attention to Garen's information and photos in advance.

Reilly immediately recalled Galen's images of "law-abiding citizens", "friends of the navy", and "protagonists of the world government" created in the newspaper, and couldn't help but frown slightly:

"Is the young man Kurokas is optimistic about to have fallen to this point now?"

"well"

After a sigh, Rayley turned to Cavendish and said:

"It's not just the navy, I know that navy general."

"He is the famous lieutenant general ghost spider in the Navy."

"In terms of strength, the ghost spider should be considered one of the most ruthless characters among the lieutenant generals of the army."

After hearing this, Cavendish couldn't help but look shaking, and his hand slung on the hilt of the sword quietly clenched a little.

Rayley told Cavendish a worse situation:

"And the knight standing beside him is Garen, the supernova who recently killed Clockdal."

"Although it's a new star, according to an old friend of mine."

"His strength is probably not inferior to the captain when he was young."

"What?"

Cavendish's expression stagnated, and a strong look of surprise burst out in his eyes.
To be continued...