Pirate: If you are immortal, I will first fill up the overlord color

Regarding her own strength, Xia Le actually has a very clear understanding.

Overlord Color is at level 85, which is already close to the full level. It can be said without humility that it is the top in the world. People with insufficient courage, weak will, and weak strength cannot withstand an impact at all.

Even, his overlord color has been able to harm material entities.

From the perspective of expressiveness, it is not worse than the red-haired Shanks, one of the future four emperors.

But in terms of foundation, it is his weakest link.

"Physical fitness is at the major level."

"But combat experience, physical skills, sword skills."

"Unsightly."

Xia Le shook his head.

In the past few days, he and Kuzan have often exchanged ideas, and the results have been miserable.

Without using Overlord Color, he was almost beaten violently. Whether it is combat experience or the grasp of fighters, there is a big gap.

"Being strong doesn't happen overnight, it's the accumulation of talent, hard work, sweat, and blood."

"Don't be in a hurry, you still have to be steady and steady."

Xia Le secretly thought.

Fortunately, although my irresponsible teacher, Karp, was nowhere to be seen, there was a more professional and responsible teacher every morning.

Black Arm Zefa!

"Possessing a strong talent just allows you to be higher than others at the starting point."

"But it's not the reason why you can slack off from now on. No one can become stronger without working hard."

Facing the rising sun, the imposing Zefa shouted in a deep voice with arms folded.

"Your physical fitness is very good. It has reached the superhuman level. As long as you practice hard, you can quickly master the six postures."

"But experience can only be accumulated in battles and life-and-death trials."

Xia Le nodded silently.

Don't look at him becoming stronger quickly, but that's all obtained after experiencing the pain of death again and again.

This is what he deserves!

No one wants to experience death!

"I will teach the body art in more detail."

"I also hope that you can bear in mind that powerful power is a means to realize the justice and ambition in your heart, not to use it to do evil."

Zefa yelled.

More professional teachers represent faster improvement.

The targeted training made Xia Le a lot easier.

On the fourth day, he mastered shaving, and on the fifth day, he initially mastered Lanjiao.

The difficulty of the Six Forms lies in the requirement of physical fitness, and its principle is not difficult. Otherwise, it is impossible for Luffy to quickly develop the second gear and master the method of fast movement in the battle with CP9.

On the sixth day, Xia Le had some experience with the finger gun, but he couldn't control it well.

At the same time, under Zefa's teaching, his basic physical skills improved, and a line of words appeared on the panel.

"Basic Physical Technique LV1."

On the seventh day, in the battle with Kuzan, he was able to fight well, and there would be no more one-sided beatings.

This made Xia Le full of confidence.

"If I use Overlord color."

"Forget it, that's too bullying."

However, getting stronger quickly and feeling improved every day really made him immerse himself in it, giving him a sense of accomplishment.

Especially when the other students in front of him are all monsters.

Zefa's daily teaching is to call the three future generals, as well as some young people with potential.

Because of his good relationship with Kuzan, Xia Le naturally often looks for each other to fight. As for Polusalino, he also couldn't avoid this simple discussion.

"It is indeed a monster!"

"Compared to Kuzan, Polusalino looks harmless on the outside, but because he joined the army earlier, he is even more perverted!"

Xia Le already has a very clear understanding.

Among all the students, these two are the strongest and most monsters. Their strength, speed, and reaction are all real monsters. Because other people are still within the normal range.

"If I don't use the overlord color, I have no chance of winning."

His eyes turned slightly, and he looked at Sakaski who was not far away.

This guy woke up after being in a coma for three days, but he didn't take the initiative to provoke or make trouble.

Xia Le was expecting to give the other party another overlord look, but he didn't expect everything to be calm.

"He has a mind that is beyond ordinary people, and a strong physical fitness. He really deserves to be a monster."

He sighed in his heart, without any pride.

The morning of the tenth day when we arrived at the G5 fortress.

The urgent assembly whistle sounded throughout the base, and Xia Le quickly put on the navy uniform and put on the white cloak of justice.

"Quick, Xia Le, gather urgently!"

"We're afraid we're leaving!"

Kuzan jumped down from the upper bunk. He was already fully dressed and looked excited.

"Um!"

Xia Le nodded.

The dormitory is a four-person room, and there are two other school-level officers, both in their thirties.

"Hopefully we'll be on the same ship."

One of the bearded men laughed.

Kuzan waved his hand and walked out quickly, but Xia Le didn't respond.

Due to the sudden increase in the number of troops in recent days, the base seems crowded, and they are all allocated temporarily. And if they want to be assigned to the middle of the same ship in the next battle, there is not much hope.

Because, in the G5 fortress at this time, there are quite a few officers.

After walking quickly to the square, I saw that the place was already densely packed with marines, everyone's face was cold, and the cloak of justice fluttered in the wind behind them, giving off a solemn and dignified aura.

"We should be with Lieutenant General Cap."

Kuzan whispered.

Xia Le nodded, he thought so too, but he was not sure, since he hadn't seen Karp for ten days.

The gathering speed was very fast, and all the officers were elite. In a short period of time, several square formations were formed in the entire square.

"You are all elites summoned from the headquarters, and you are very clear about the purpose of our gathering."

"So, I won't talk nonsense!"

On the high platform, Zhan Guo shouted in a deep voice.

"Next, assign tasks."

"Your task is to go to the Atvor sea area to observe and pay close attention to the movements of the Golden Lion Shiji and the Flying Pirates."

"But remember, try to avoid fighting."

All the marines were awe-inspiring and shouted in unison: "Yes!"

The names were quickly read out, and after quickly getting out of the queue, he quickly learned the number of the warship he was assigned, and ran away.

"Kuzan!"

Warring States drink.

"Port No. 6, B3 warship."

Kuzan responded immediately, then turned and left.

Xia Le waited quietly, but it was not until a moment later that his name was called.

"You, go to port No. 8, warship A5!"

Warring States Road.

"yes!"

Xia Le turned and walked away quickly.

The warship was easy to find, with eye-catching numbers painted on the hull. When he boarded the warship, he saw a school-level officer who was about the same rank as him.

In addition, there is an exceptionally tall guy with a simple and honest smile.

"Xia Le! Didn't expect us to be on the same boat."

Xia Le was a little surprised: "Saron?"

"You still remember me."

Saron hummed and laughed, looking very happy.

Xia Le also smiled. He observed other people, basically no acquaintances, and the atmosphere on the boat seemed very heavy and solemn.

Apparently the mission was about to start and no one was in the mood to talk.

A moment later, a tall figure boarded the warship, with a tired brow and a knife on his waist.

"Major General Jerry!"

Seeing the person coming, everyone on the boat saluted in unison.

Major General Jerry waved his hand and lit a cigar.

"You don't have to be polite."

"Let's go, our mission is to be in charge of the northwest region of the Atwall sea area, and monitor the flying pirates."

His voice was weak, making Xia Le wonder if his kidneys had been emptied.

Moreover, this guy was pale, tall and thin, as if he could be blown down by a gust of wind, and he looked like he was dying.