Chapter 184 Beating to Death

The school field suddenly became extremely quiet.

There was only the sound of the wind blowing and the flying sand.

Darren's fist was still against Zefa's abdomen, the latter's body was stiff there, the corners of his eyes kept shaking slightly, and the two remained motionless.

"That... Teacher Zefa, are you okay?"

Darren blinked, looked at Zefa with an innocent face, and slowly put away his fist. The seastone shackles on his hands made a crisp sound.

Zefa's expression changed constantly, as if he was trying to suppress something, and there was a faint bloodshot around his pupils.

He suddenly took a deep breath, looked at the commodore in front of him with resentful eyes, and said in a faint tone:

"Seastone... is useless to you?"

Darren scratched his head and said in a confused look:

"When I was captured by Kaido, his subordinate "Plague" Quinn used seastone shackles to restrict my movements. At that time, I took that opportunity to do some seastone resistance training."

"Although I can't use the power of the devil fruit, normal activities are still no problem, and I can maintain a certain combat effectiveness."

After saying that, he shook the shackles on his hands and said with some regret:

"But then again, the purity of our navy's seastone shackles seems to be a little bit lacking..."

Zeff: "..."

His chest kept rising and falling, his fists clenched and unclenched, unclenched and clenched again.

He cursed wildly in his heart:

The purity of the headquarters' seastone shackles is low, isn't that normal?

The navy doesn't rely on this thing to arrest pirates!

High-purity seastone shackles, that thing does exist, but most of the rations are in Impel Down!

Zefa stared at Darren and said expressionlessly:

"Why didn't you tell me in advance?"

Darren spread his hands innocently and said:

"I just wanted to say that, but you kept interrupting me and asked me to punch you."

"I can't help it, right? Although I haven't heard of such a strange request, it is your order after all, and as a marine, my duty is to obey orders."

At this point, he straightened his chest and looked righteous.

"Besides, I thought that with Mr. Zefa's strength, even if I didn't wear seastone shackles, I probably wouldn't be able to hurt you, so I just went for it."

Zefal: "..."

He pursed his lips, his voice was a little hoarse, and he muffled a sentence:

"Well, you did a good job."

"It was my carelessness. I didn't expect you to have done confrontational training with seastone."

"This... is very good."

Darren nodded and asked again:

"Then Mr. Zefa, how do you think the power of my punch is?"

"Although because of the pressure of the seastone I feel very weak, but I used the punching technique taught by Vice Admiral Garp in this punch. "

"...Although it is still far from Vice Admiral Garp's requirements."

Zeff: "..."

He opened his mouth and said hoarsely:

"Well, it's not bad."

Darren breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile:

"Thank you, Mr. Zefa, shall we start training now?"

"Well, wait for me."

Zeff said expressionlessly, then turned around and walked to the edge of the training ground.

He stopped there.

Then he bent down,

supported his knees with both hands,

and moved in one go.

"Ugh! !"

A large pool of yellow and white sticky liquid splashed on the ground.

Zeff wiped his mouth with his back to Darren, turned around again and walked over, his expression calm:

"The ingredients in the training camp may not be very fresh."

Darren: "..."

"Get ready, and start training immediately."

Zeff said hoarsely.

But somehow, Darren sensed a sense of danger in his tone, and a bad premonition surged in his heart.

Zefa took out a military Den Den Mushi from his arms and said in a deep voice:

"Gion, all of you come to the training ground to gather."

In less than half a minute, Gion and other training camp students all came to the training ground, looking at Darren and Zefa with puzzled expressions.

"Hey, Darren, why are you wearing shackles?"

Kuzan greeted Darren enthusiastically:

"Is this a new type of practice?"

Looking at the seastone shackles on Darren's hands, his eyes suddenly burst into a fiery light.

"This is so cool!!"

Zeffer glanced at them and said in a deep voice:

"Darren has been shackled with seastone and cannot use the power of the devil fruit. His strength is extremely suppressed."

"Now I will give you a task. No matter what method you use, no matter what means you use, as long as you hit Darren, you can get some credits, and the credits will directly affect your final graduation evaluation."

"If you fail to get credits, your training volume will be doubled in the next ten days."

After saying that, Zefa stood behind his back and made way. He gritted his teeth and whispered:

"Beat me to death!"

Darren: ? ? ?

"Wait, Teacher Zefa..."

But before he could speak, he felt a pair of hungry wolf-like eyes staring at him.

A chill ran down his spine, and Darren turned his head stiffly, grinning:

"That... you are all classmates, comrades..."

"Hehehe, I didn't expect you to have such a day..." Kaji said with his fingers in a lewd manner.

Kuzan's eyes burst into flames, and he said excitedly: "Great, I can finally fight you again!!"

Darren's mouth twitched, and he subconsciously looked at Gion for help: "Gion..."

Gion thought for a while, slowly pulled out the long sword at his waist, and smiled:

"In fact, I have wanted to do this for a long time."

Darren:...

He looked at Huoshaoshan.

The latter laughed honestly:

"I'm sorry, this is the order of Mr. Zefa."

Others also cast an apologetic look at Darren, and then their eyes were excited and even fanatically pulled out the sabers, and their momentum continued to rise.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Darren always feels that there is an inexplicable pleasure in their eyes looking at him.

They have been waiting for this opportunity for too long! !

Darren's strength has long been deeply rooted in people's hearts, like a monster, far above the heads of all of them.

Many of them had been "abused" by the former.

Now there was a chance to "exonerate" themselves from beating Darren, and they simply could not resist such temptation!

"Hey, hey, hey, you are not serious... Damn it!!"

Darren's mouth twitched as he looked at the people who were grinning and walking towards him step by step, and subconsciously took a fighting stance.

The next second -

Everyone rushed forward! !

...

In the distance of the school field, Zefa sat under a parasol, listening to Darren's screams, and couldn't help but curl up a comfortable smile at the corner of his mouth.

He happily lit a cigar, squinted his eyes and smiled and murmured:

"Darren boy, this is for your own good."

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