Chapter 181 A Serious Punch

"Concentrate!!"

"Each of your punches must be a punch that implements the will of victory and justice!"

"Only a punch with the confidence of winning can integrate all your messy abilities!!"

Under the scorching sun.

In the abandoned port piled with various military wastes, a black figure, breathing heavily under the scorching sun, punched the huge warship in front of him, which was 20 meters high, like a beast.

The figure was naked from the waist up, revealing a body covered with various scars, with facial lines as deep as a steep cliff, and beads of sweat dripping down the black hair and chin.

The muscular body was tanned with a healthy bronze color, and the temperament was wild and unruly.

Every time a punch fell, its powerful force was like a tightly twisted hemp rope, bursting out a dull wave of air, making the behemoth in front of him tremble violently.

Not far away, Karp, wearing a flowered shirt and shorts and flip-flops, was sitting under a simple sun umbrella, leaning comfortably on a lounge chair, holding a glass of juice in his hand, eating donuts and urging from time to time.

"I told you not to use domineering!"

"I don't use domineering!! "

Darren cursed angrily.

This old man was very bad. At first, he pretended to want to practice with him, but after a few days, he simply showed his true colors.

First, he carried a sun umbrella and a lounge chair from somewhere, and then his butt was stuck on the beach chair and never got up again.

"Hahahaha, I know you don't use domineering, just remind you."

Karp laughed, his face as thick as a city wall.

Darren: ...

He gritted his teeth and looked at Karp's comfortable and relaxed appearance. Even if he couldn't help but hate it, the movement and speed of his punches suddenly increased sharply!

Bang bang bang!

He simply vented all his anger on the warship in front of him, which was already broken.

Sawdust and metal fragments flew everywhere, and the violent punches even caused the ground under his feet to vibrate significantly.

This kid is really a freak...

Karp drank a mouthful of iced juice happily, squinted at Darren's explosive physique like a cheetah, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Although he had already seen Darren's strength with his own eyes, and had heard about the latter's monster-like physique, he had a certain psychological preparation.

But after practicing for a few days, Karp was still shocked by Darren's physical fitness.

He was invulnerable to swords and guns, and was invulnerable to water and fire. He had a toughness comparable to or even beyond steel, and even bullets and cannons had no effect on him.

Karp also conducted a special experiment on this.

It was called testing the physical limit, but in fact Karp was just curious, so he used his own method of throwing shells with his bare hands to bombard Darren.

What was the result?

After a round of bombardment, Darren's uniform was blown to tatters, and black smoke was coming out of his body. The ground within a radius of ten meters below his feet was blown down by one meter, but he still stood there like nothing happened!

What does this mean?

Garp looked at Darren who was punching wildly there, and two ferocious figures emerged in his mind.

——Kaido and BIG·MOM.

"I didn't expect that our navy also had such a freak... Could it be that this kid is not of human blood, but of some strange race?"

Garp stroked the stubble on his chin, curiously staring at Darren's back, and couldn't help muttering.

"Why don't we let that bastard Borsalino come and check it out?"

He suddenly had such an idea, but soon shook his head.

"Forget it, this is not important."

He took a bite of the donut and continued to observe Darren's movements.

Well, I have already felt it a little bit, and the power is obviously much more concentrated than before.

I have to say that this stinky boy is still working hard.

A satisfied smile appeared on the corner of Karp's mouth.

In fact, what really satisfied Darren was not his extraordinary physical fitness, but his will that was stronger than the "iron body".

Karp knew very well how terrifying the intensity of the training plan he arranged was, and it was impossible for a normal person to stick to it.

But Darren's performance was completely beyond his expectations.

No matter how much sweat he shed or how tired his body was, he never said "tired".

This young man was filled with a desire to "become stronger" that ordinary people could not understand, which was persistent, firm, and even crazy.

"Maybe he could really learn it in the end..."

Karp's eyes flickered, and he smiled and whispered.

At this time, a young navy soldier ran over quickly and saluted Garp breathlessly:

"Report to Vice Admiral Garp, Mr. Zefa said that the time is up."

Garp rolled his eyes unhappily,

"Okay, okay."

He put down the donuts and juice and shouted to Darren:

"Darren boy, the time is up, go to Zefa."

Darren didn't say anything, and his punch speed increased again.

The punch, like a storm, suddenly covered a large area of ​​the hull of the warship in front.

"Huh?"

Garp suddenly raised his eyebrows, and a hint of expectation rose in his eyes.

The next second——

Darren shouted loudly, his eyes were condensed, and the power was born from his feet, and the muscles of his whole body contracted flexibly.

The body is like a precision-operated machine, transmitting this force all the way along the spine to the arms.

Punch out!

boom! !

A dull sound came out.

The difference was that this punch was different from before, and the hull of the warship did not vibrate at all.

Not moving at all.

one second,

two seconds,

three seconds,

In Darren's heavy breathing,

Amidst Karp’s excited cheers,

In the shocked eyes of the navy soldier who came to convey the order,

The already dilapidated wreckage of the warship... suddenly exploded into fragments that filled the sky! !

"Hahahahaha!! Very good!!"

Garp stood up suddenly, put his hands on his hips with a proud smile and said:

"My teaching method is indeed correct. Although this punch is still far from being truly mastered, it already has that flavor!!"

Darren looked at Karp's proud look and was too lazy to complain.

He walked over tiredly, put on his large navy cloak, and said to the navy soldier who was still standing there blankly:

"Let's go."

The navy soldier grunted and swallowed, looking away from the waste-strewn land, and followed quickly.

After walking for a while, he finally couldn't restrain his curiosity and asked cautiously in a low voice:

"Brigadier General Darren, what was the name of that move just now?"

Darren paused.

He raised his head, took out a pack of cigarettes, took one out, bit it in his mouth and lit it.

The cool wind blew by, and the white smoke shrouded his face, looking extremely mysterious.

The navy soldiers held their breath and waited quietly.

Seeing Darren's serious and lonely look, he knew that the name of this move must be quite majestic.

"This move..."

Darren exhaled a long breath of smoke and said calmly:

"——It's called 'Serious Punch'."

The naval soldier seemed to have been struck by lightning.

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