In Kuro's view, this old man's strength had increased by more than one level.
But the life force is declining rapidly.
It's like a final burst of energy before death.
But the more he acts like this, the more terrifying this old man becomes.
On the high slope, Doberman drew his blade, pointed forward, and roared, "All Marines, charge!"
In an instant, the navy on both sides surged toward Zefa like a tidal wave.
"That's right, that's how you should deal with the enemy, especially someone like me who's nearing the end of my life. Using numbers to wear down their strength is the right choice!"
Zephyr grinned, "However, while numbers are useful, you must also ensure your own safety. Trading the lives of the Marines for the lives of pirates is a foolish thing to do!"
He spread his arms and charged directly into the crowd, instantly blasting a group of sailors apart and sending them flying into the air.
"I'm here to teach you one last lesson: how to preserve your lives and achieve victory against an enemy like me!"
He slammed his fists down, unleashing a massive sandstorm that sent all the marines surrounding him flying.
That immense force even cracked the beach, allowing seawater to seep in.
A colonel, wielding a blade, lunged from behind and stabbed Zefa in the ribs.
Just as the tip of the blade pierced the skin, Zefa's fist came crashing down, snapping the blade in two.
"Oh, Mallory, good timing, but you shouldn't be the one charging in. You should be the bait, drawing my attention!"
Zefa twisted his waist and slammed his fist into the colonel, sending him flying.
Just as he was knocked away, a tall navy man wielding a spiked club leaped down and slashed at him.
Bang!
Zephyr delivered a powerful punch, shattering the spiked club, and landed squarely on the tall navy man's face, sending him sprawling backward as his teeth flew out.
"Gibson! You shouldn't be jumping now. You should be attacking from a low position. That way you'll be able to hit me. You're not even as good as Mallory! I remember you used to be better than him!"
"Alcott! What are you standing there for? You should have used your gun when I was in the open. Is the rifle in your hand just for show?!"
"Bauer, why don't you step forward? Are you trying to be sentimental?! You're making yourself easy prey for pirates!"
Zephyr knocked down the slow-moving navy officer with a single punch, then swung his fists and shouted, "The lessons weren't enough! We need to review them again!"
His smile grew wider and wider.
However, the more this was the case, the less the lieutenant generals moved.
At this moment, a group of people had gathered together, led by Kizaru, quietly watching Zephyr perform.
Kuro, with a cigar in his mouth, let the smoke drift across his face. His domineering aura had faded, and his expression was obscured by the smoke. Only his voice, tinged with a hint of inexplicable emotion, could be heard.
"This old man, even on his deathbed, was still teaching people, really..."
Kuro sighed, "They're such a worry."
None of those he struck died; they all still had a breath of life.
"I want to thank you, Kuro."
The flying squirrel chimed in, "Because of your intervention, in the end, Professor Zephyr didn't kill a single person."
Kuro paused for a moment, then slowly said, "That was also my teacher."
The general who vowed not to kill, in the end, did not kill a single person.
He's been at sea for so long, and even if he had the goal of destroying the New World, according to intelligence, he hasn't killed any of the pirates he's encountered.
It has always been this way.
This old man is laughing so heartily right now; this is probably the kind of scene he wanted.
He was disappointed with the World Government and the Navy's systems, but he was never disappointed with his disciples.
Having come this far, Zephyr... he's just venting his anger.
Now that he's vented his anger, this stubborn old man is too proud to repent.
Kuro understands.
He's getting old, after all.
The reason he hasn't gone to find the Four Emperors after wandering the New World for so long is because he's too old and wouldn't be a match for them. Going there would only enhance the prestige of pirates.
Being defeated or killed by pirates would ultimately be a disgrace to the Navy.
That would be better than...
"The Eight-Foot Jade Curved Jewel!"
Kizaru crossed his hands in an 'OK' gesture, and beams of light gathered into small dots in his hands, creating a rain of lasers that shot straight toward Zephyr.
This time, it was incredibly accurate!
"Borsalino!!"
Zephyr shook his arms, sending all the surrounding Marines flying. He looked at Kizaru with a smile and threw a punch at the laser rain without giving up.
Hiss hiss hiss hiss!
The laser rain descended, instantly piercing through Zephyr's body and forcing him to retreat step by step, his legs sliding along the sand until he reached the ice wall behind him.
At that moment, Kuro gripped Shusui tightly, his voice unusually low: "We have internal problems, and we'll solve them internally. Zephyr-sensei, this is also your wish, isn't it?"
Doberman closed his eyes, and tears gradually welled up in his eyes.
On the ice wall, Zefa clutched his body, his right hand bracing against the ice wall. He crushed one side of the ice wall and stood up again.
"Come on, the final lesson isn't over yet!!!"
A large number of naval forces charged in again.
This time, not only them, but also the lieutenant general drew their swords and rushed forward.
Zefa's smile at this moment was incredibly joyful; he had rarely smiled like this since the passing of his family members.
The loss of his family members caused him to lose his former energy and spirit. Knowing that he could no longer exert his peak fighting power, he gradually moved behind the scenes.
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