Chapter 410: Swordsmanship is not enough, spiritual pressure is needed
Things change, stars move, night follows day.
Unconsciously, time flies by.
At the solitary peak in the center of the training island, countless particles of dust floated on the battlefield, and the entire mountaintop was cut off by the leaked aftermath of the battle.
The physical tug-of-war between Adrian and Zefa lasted for three whole days.
The long-term use of spiritual pressure and swordsmanship to engage in a high-intensity duel, and the continuous use of the ability to predict the future, consumed a lot of Adrian's energy and stamina. At this time, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.
Compared with three days ago, Adrian's own condition has also declined a lot.
This is not surprising.
Even though it has reached the extreme level of level 100 at this moment, it still failed to cross this threshold.
and.
Adrian's current endurance attribute points are just over a thousand.
In the past, when he fought against Dahai's top players, he most of the time relied on the many abilities of [Ghost Fruit] to launch guerrilla tug-of-war.
Otherwise, after playing for half an hour, he would just run away.
Even when they faced the Golden Lion, after both sides used their swordsmanship to fight each other for a period of time, the final battle still returned to the cannon-fire rhythm that Adrian was most accustomed to.
This time the battle was with Zefa.
Except for the condensed spiritual pressure lightsaber, Adrian did not use any other abilities of the ghost fruit at all.
Using swordsmanship and domineering force without reservation, he fought against the admiral of the Navy Headquarters.
This kind of experience is also the first time for Adrian.
But I have to say it.
A sword-to-sword fight like this can indeed give people a more hearty feeling than the previous far-off kite and cannon fight!
Compared to the declining White Ghost.
On the other hand, Zefa's side is still full of vigor and vitality.
Zefa, who relied on his physique, skills and domineering power to ascend to the position of general of the headquarters, has physical strength and endurance that Adrian cannot compare to!
Three days passed.
Even if there is interference from seeing, hearing, and color that can predict the future.
The dominance of the battle has begun to shift to Zefa's hands!
Another half of the day passed.
It is becoming more and more obvious that Zefa has the initiative in the battle, and he has even been able to faintly suppress the opponent with his fists.
The iron fist wrapped in a jet-black domineering armament was like a discharged cannonball, carrying the whistling wind and blasting into Adrian's abdomen.
Adrian tapped his toes to the ground, giving full play to his speed advantage, and suddenly retreated a certain distance. The spiritual pressure sword held in his right hand was entangled with Sakura's haki like cherry powder, and he slashed towards Zefa's iron fist. .
Zefa continued to swing his iron fist unwaveringly, facing the slashing attack of the spiritual pressure lightsaber.
boom!
A deafening explosion sounded, and the entire solitary peak seemed to have experienced a small-scale earthquake, and the ground shook.
The already messy mountain ground beneath the feet of both sides once again cracked open with countless deep cracks.
Under the extremely violent shock wave, large and small stones and soil flew backwards, and a section of the battered peak was cut off again.
The spiritual pressure sword and the domineering iron fist were in a stalemate for a moment, and then they were raised back at several angles.
Such subtle changes were as obvious in Zefa's eyes as fireflies in the dark night.
The experienced general withdrew his fist without hesitation, and then launched another ruthless iron hand, which hit the spiritual pressure lightsaber that had been raised slightly backward like thunder!
Under this force, the spiritual pressure sword was directly knocked away by a punch.
This fight between fists and lightsabers.
In the end, Adrian failed due to lack of endurance.
Zefa punched the spiritual pressure sword and knocked it backwards, even deflecting the center of gravity of the white ghost's body. A red light flashed in his eyes, and he took a big step forward, preparing to pursue the victory. Expand the results.
But at this time.
Adrian directly abandoned the spiritual pressure sword in his hand and threw it out like a hidden weapon.
Exploding sword!
The fine spiritual pressure exploded directly from the pale lightsaber, causing another huge and violent explosion, forcing Dezefa to stop and put his arms in front of him to resist the oncoming violent impact.
After a while, the impact gradually stopped.
Zefa waved his palms to disperse all the smoke and dust spreading in front of him, and looked forward.
He saw the sweaty white ghost with his hands on his hips, looking like he was exhausted and panting.
"Hmph, ghost kid, how capable I thought you were! You still want to challenge the general with such brazenness."
A smile appeared at the corner of Zefa's mouth, he squeezed his fist bones and made a clicking sound, still looking full of energy.
"It turns out that it can only last more than three days under my fist!"
"Hoo~"
Adrian crossed his arms and let out a long breath.
"Indeed, purely based on my swordsmanship, there is no way I can defeat a strong opponent like Mr. Zefa~"
Zefa frowned, showing an unhappy expression for the first time.
"Boy, did you learn this tone of voice from Porusalino?"
Although I know that Zefa and Kizaru have never been easy to deal with.
To be precise, Zefa has always believed that Porusalino relied too much on his fruit abilities and neglected to train his own body and swordsmanship, so he was quite disgusted with him.
But Adrian didn't expect that his tone, which sounded a bit like Kizaru's, would directly touch Zefa's sensitive nerves.
"Ah this..."
Adrian deliberately spoke in a gentle tone.
"I don't know either~"
Zefa frowned and said in an impatient tone, "White Ghost, I didn't plan to do anything to you originally, but now it seems that I have to use my fists to teach you what a polite manner of speaking is!"
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"Mr. Zefa, I am very suspicious~"
Adrian chuckled and gradually floated into the air.
The moment he finished speaking, it was as if endless spiritual pressure was released from his body, almost rendering everything around him pale.
In the past three days or so, Adrian had indeed exerted too much physical energy and could no longer maintain the high-intensity physical battle with Zefa.
But this so-called consumption does not include the [spiritual pressure] derived from the ghost fruit!
In just a short breath, a lifelike pale and ferocious dragon head formed on the right side of Adrian standing above the sky.
On the winding dragon body, every scale and every line exudes surging momentum and pressure, just like the substance.
Under the pressure of the pale dragon, the entire island instantly fell into a state of deathly silence.
The beasts with shallow consciousness and the sailors in the elite training camp all turned their eyes white under this spiritual pressure and fell into a coma.
Even several of the general school instructors in charge of recruits fell unconscious under this spiritual pressure.
Staring at the pale dragon swimming in the sky.
Zefa's pupils suddenly shrank, and he felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy.
"Mr. Zefa, I'm sorry, I'm going to start using my powers..."
Adrian glanced at Gion and the others who had already retreated, and his words disappeared amid the increasingly loud roar of the dragon.
"Reiatsu·Sangryu Tensei..."
The pale dragon's beard and hair were all spread out, and its eyes that were almost like the bright sun lit up instantly. With an invincible momentum, it descended from the sky and came to bite the unkillable general!
Facing this mighty pale dragon, Zefa gathered all his energy and energy and concentrated it on his pair of powerful black wrists that shook the sea.
Boom boom——! ! !
The iron fist wrapped in jet black armor collided with the ferocious head of the pale dragon, and the surrounding air condensed instantly.
But the next moment.
Under the terrifying power of Cang Long's transformation.
As Zefa stood on the mountain with both feet, the ground cracked under his feet again, and his body continued to sink, and he was directly knocked into the mountain by the white dragon.
Zefa felt a whistling wind coming from his ears, and his body was constantly being knocked into the depths of the earth.
After smashing into an unknown number of meters of rock formations, Zefa finally felt that the power of the pale dragon in front of him was getting weaker and weaker, until it dissipated.
Zefa, who was covered in mud and in a state of embarrassment, raised his head and looked up at the sky. He was shocked to find that he was probably hundreds of meters away from the ground.
With both feet on the ground, Zefa jumped directly into the air, and then used the moon step technique to slowly fly out of the deep pit.
Waiting to be bathed in the light of the setting sun.
Zefa saw that Adrian had condensed a giant pale dragon out of nowhere.
The solitary peak that originally stood at the core of the island has turned into a deep valley.
"Mr. Zefa, do you still want to continue fighting?"
Adrian's slightly smiling voice was brought to Zefa's ears by the slow sea breeze.
When he first faced Garp, his [Reiatsu] ability had only just awakened, and he was not proficient in using it at all.
Just one shot of Azure Dragon Transformation is enough to consume most of the energy and stamina.
But something like this.
As the saying goes, after you do it more, you will naturally become proficient.
Today, Adrian's intelligence attribute is over 3,000, and he is extremely proficient in using spiritual pressure.
The killer weapon that could only be used in one shot at the beginning - Cang Long Zhuan Mie.
Now even if I fire a few more rounds on the spot, I can still do it without taking a breath.
Zefa, who used his moon steps to step in mid-air, glanced at the pale dragon next to him with fear, thinking silently in his heart about how to deal with this huge monster with astonishing power and speed.
"By the way, the white dragon that Mr. Zefa defeated just now is a weakened version~"
Adrian's smile didn't change.
"If you don't believe it, you can ask Lieutenant General Garp for the answer~"
Zefa glanced at the stunned adjutant over there, and then sensed the training ground on the edge of the coast where no one was awake.
After being silent for a long time, Zefa stopped his moon steps and fell towards the ground.
"You're such a wicked guy!"
Adrian waved away the azure dragon beside him, and also slowly landed on the ground.
"I can't help it, my swordsmanship is really too weak."
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