Zefa's "Smasher" is his prosthesis, and underneath this large prosthesis is another prosthesis with a normal proportion of palm under his broken arm.

Including the "Smasher", he was loaded with very precise machinery, so after being bounced back by Bartolomeo once, the internal structure was damaged or misaligned.

"The Ability? It looks like a Superman system. Such a ability that specializes in defense attributes is relatively rare." Zefa removed the "Smasher" on his right arm with one hand, and at the same time, he had conducted a relatively accurate analysis of Bartolomeo's abilities.

Although Zefa's energy has been focused on the New World after leaving the Navy and he has not paid attention to the "rise" in the pirate world like Bartolomeo, he still judged what Bartolomeo's abilities are roughly circumstantial with his rich experience.

Bartolomeo wanted to say something else, but when he saw Zefa calmly removing the heavy "Smasher" and then stretching his body a little, he wisely and decisively chose to shut up... Although Bartolomeo has a relatively arrogant personality, he still knows how to look at the atmosphere as a gangster.

At this moment, a straight bright yellow light column tilted from the top of the Navy fortress and pierced straight into the sea outside the port. Then as it drew a large angle arc, a series of particularly exaggerated explosions came out, and the sea surface was overturned by this indescribable power.

Zefa's fleet was also overturned. Not to mention the casualties caused by this, the NEO Navy's retreat has been cut off.

Zefa looked up and then silently spit out two words: "Kizaru..."

The strength of the Navy general is unquestionable.

Mo Fei waved his arm casually, freezing the waves that were rolled back to the shore in the air, and silently filling in his heart with his own description: "It's as simple as a giant god weapon to destroy the rotten sea worm..."

The formation of the NEO navy has been scattered by the naval forces with absolute advantage, and at the same time, Zefa has been surrounded by powerful enemies.

"Doberman, squirrel, ghost spider, Dalmesia, Smog... It's been a long time since we saw each other, and this time we're still so together." Zefa had a rare feeling of "long-lost" and even showed a smile as usual.

The people named by Zefa are all lieutenant generals and his former students. Of course, when these names are put out, they can see clearly who is a gangster.

However, it is not a warm gathering of teachers and students. After meeting again, they are already enemies and not friends.

"Teacher Zefa..."

"It's meaningless to say anything at this time..."

No need to say nonsense, just take action. This is the common idea between the enemy and us at this time, but the clarity of the idea does not represent the decisiveness of the action. At this time, both sides hesitate and did not take action for a while.

I knew that another voice that was more worthy of beating than Bartolomeo sounded behind the lieutenant generals, "Teacher Zefa, I didn't expect you to step in such a simple trap. It seems that you have no nostalgia for this world, so I chose such a disgraceful way of death."

"Porusalino, I really have nothing to miss about the world because it has decayed to the roots, but this does not mean that I have to give up my life... I am so old and willing to take action for the improvement of the world. Shouldn't this be commended?"

"Let's take a step back, even if your purpose is positive, what about the means?"

As he said that, Kizaru's hands, which were together, slowly opened, and a bright lightsaber was held in his hand.

The battle began instantly, and several people siege Zefa and one man.

The elite naval forces in their battle year were fighting together to deal with an old man who was 74 years old and had a problem with health. It has to be said that the justice of the navy was fully reflected. In this case, Zefa's ending was already destined... In fact, there were no such many people. As long as Kizaru could really fully exert his combat power, instead of the attitude of clocking in to work, he would be enough.

After the main force of the navy arrived, Mo Fei should have retreated to the second-tier and third-tier positions, but the current situation is not like that. Mo Fei found that he could not withdraw smoothly.

Because every time he wanted to do this, he would find that Zefa happened to be in front of him. Gradually, he discovered the problem: in the fierce melee, Zefa seemed to be particularly "careful" to him and Smog.

Well, the others are all strong enemies, and there are only two people who are more delicious... to be precise, one is more delicious and the other is very delicious.

However, does people like Zefa have a preference for abuse? How could it be impossible? Mo Fei is a little difficult to understand Zefa's behavior at this time. What does it mean to fight against the enemy's DPS?

Because he received such "key care", Mo Fei also suffered more injuries as the battle progressed, and more importantly, he was under heavy mental pressure. In this high-standard battle, if he was slightly distracted, he might be knocked over by Zefa with one punch.

But no matter what, Zefa could not hold on to this level of offensive for too long, and gradually he began to find it difficult to support it.

Seeing that Zefa's left shoulder was instantly penetrated by Kizaru's laser, he staggered a few steps, and after barely stabilizing his body, he happened to appear in front of Mo Fei again.

At this time, Zefa's breathing was already very messy, and it seemed that he could fall down at any time. However, Mo Fei knew that he would definitely not be able to defeat the other party now.

Then Mo Fei suddenly saw Zefa and grinned.

"I have seen many young people like you who are loyal and ambitious, and you who claim to be smart are always able to achieve your goals at a slight price, so you have always seemed at ease.

No, it should be said that as a person with special abilities, you seem to be at ease because you have always had a way out and will never be able to reach a desperate situation.

So the question is, what should you do in this situation now?"

Zefa raised his right fist, the muscles raised on his arms, the domineering aura covered with wrists, and the killing momentum displayed on his body all indicate that this blow was not a random attack.

His attack fully demonstrates the reason why the Black-War Waist is called the Black-War Waist Waist.

Can't avoid it! Can't dodge it!

What kind of elegant abilities, sharp swordsmanship, and incredible body skills. When locked by such a punch full of murderous intent, Mo Fei found that the reliances he thought were all useless.

Mo Fei fully felt that he was an ordinary insignificant person, but it was precisely because of this insignificant person that he remembered a quality that everyone should have.

So he stopped the urge to turn around and escape, let the sword in his right hand drop, let it hang freely, and pierce the ground. His waist sank slightly, his five fingers suddenly clenched, and then concentrated the strength of his body to a point.

Isn’t the so-called battle just like this? It has nothing to do with ideals, ambitions or pursuits. Mo Fei just wants to prove that he will never die here so simply.

Bang!

Accompanied by the loud noise, there was an indescribable impact force. Mo Fei felt like he was hitting a meteorite with a punch. The bones and muscles made waves of wailing together. Even the teeth that were gritting were under the impact force, and every second seemed to have become particularly long.

"Next!"

Zefa's powerful fighting consciousness made Mo Fei's brain blank for a moment. Such thoughts were not erased. When he regained his consciousness, he found that blood was flowing down his right arm. The indescribable tear and swelling and pain made him feel as if he had lost this arm.

but……

His fist was still pressed against Zefa's fist, and his arm was pressed back to the way he had before the punch was released, and Zefa's arm was already swung enough.

In other words, he did take the punch.

"Resolution."

Zefa took back his fist and seemed to grin again.

In such a fierce battle with his students, although Zefa knew that he would never be able to turn back, he seemed to have gradually found himself again.

Mo Fei lowered his arms, and the momentary feeling of force was forced to kneel halfway down.
Chapter completed!