Chapter 411 Zefa: I’m not sick!
He directly received a shot of Canglong Zhanmie from the front.
Even though Zefa himself was not seriously injured, his clothes were severely damaged and appeared to be in tatters.
However, compared to the tattered purple suit, the white justice coat behind him was still as clean as new.
Logically speaking, it was clearly the coat of justice that was the first to come into contact with the ground when it was pushed into the ground by Azure Dragon Zenmie, but I don't know why it was not damaged at all.
There wasn't even a speck of dust on it.
That’s outrageous!
"The dragon just now was quite powerful."
Zefa simply tore up the tattered suit on his upper body, revealing a muscular body, and moved his wrists a few times.
"It's just normal, just pretending to be a show."
Adrian shrugged, his words and gestures were quite indifferent.
"..."
Zefa was once again speechless by Adrian's words.
What, do you really want to kill an admiral with one shot?
The battle ended, and both sides fell to the ground. The adjutants watching the battle from a distance were also approaching quickly. Adrian and Zefa, who were conversing, became the focus of everyone's attention.
Unexpectedly, even Teacher Zefa himself could not defeat the white ghost.
It took a lot of effort to see some signs of suppressing the opponent, but in the blink of an eye, he was pushed into the ground by a white dragon.
The naval admirals witnessed the whole process of this battle with their own eyes. They saw that Zefa not only failed to gain the upper hand, but actually ended up at a slight disadvantage. Their hearts were full of unpleasant feelings.
Gion looked away and stayed for a moment in the deep pit where the solitary peak was.
If the top players were to fight against each other completely, it would be easy to destroy the island.
The several-day duel between Teacher Zefa and Adrian seemed to be very powerful, but in fact, they still had to worry about the weak ones like us who were watching...
"Teacher Zefa, are you okay?"
A colonel from the headquarters asked slightly worriedly.
"Do you think I'm some kind of old man in his 70s or 80s?"
Zefa waved his hand with some dissatisfaction.
"I'm-cough cough cough cough!"
But at the moment of speaking, the strong old man suddenly frowned, raised his hand to cover his chest, and coughed violently uncontrollably.
"Teacher!"
"Teacher Zefa!"
The lieutenants on the field gathered around him in great surprise, not caring about the legendary pirate who was so close at hand, and even pushed him to the edge of the crowd.
"I-cough cough cough!"
Zefa frowned. He just wanted to suppress his cough and say something, but he couldn't suppress it at all.
"Teacher Zefa..."
"Teacher..."
The adjutants seemed to be worried that their reckless shouting would further irritate the teacher, so they involuntarily lowered their voices.
"Well, I'm sorry, you may have gathered too tightly. Give [the patient] a little breathing space."
A slightly unfamiliar voice suddenly sounded next to him.
Everyone looked intently, but it was the white ghost who was talking to the side.
"White Ghost! Did you cause Teacher Zefa to do this?"
An older brigadier general glared at Adrian.
"I understand that you are worried about the teacher, but please pay attention to your politeness and wording, Brigadier General!"
Adrian's eyes narrowed, and invisible pressure emerged from his body, instantly suppressing the speaking brigadier and unable to move.
"Even if there is a doctor among you, you can roughly tell that your respected teacher Zefa must be suffering from some kind of respiratory disease!"
All the lieutenants looked at each other with doubts on their faces, wondering whether they should believe White Ghost's words, after all, he was a pirate.
But there are no doctors among them. The logistics soldiers responsible for medical tasks are currently in a training camp near the beach and cannot get here quickly in a short time.
But in the end, emotion overcame reason, and the lieutenants stepped back in unison, leaving space for Zefa.
Adrian looked at Zefa who was slowly adjusting, and the doubts in his heart were finally solved.
Zefa's strength is not shown much in the original work.
Although he is an admiral of the Navy Headquarters, he has a "humiliating record" of having his arm cut off by Whitebeard II Edward Weeble.
Moreover, in the theatrical version of "Z", the old Zefa is not only physically disabled, but also needs to take medication before fighting.
Before the duel with Porusalino, Zefa couldn't even care about the "enemy" in front of him, and had to take out a spray to suppress the disease.
Now it seems that from this time on, Zefa has begun to show signs of this.
Zefa's heavy breathing was high-pitched, like a wheezing sound.
Adrian touched his chin and whispered uncertainly: "Asthma?"
"What did you say?" Gion's confused voice suddenly sounded in his ears.
"My medical skills are not very high, and I can barely identify some common diseases in the sea." (From [Doctor]'s [Treatment of Common Diseases])
Adrian turned his head to look and explained.
"From the current respiratory symptoms, it can be roughly inferred that Mr. Zefa should have an asthma-like disease."
Gion, who had no medical skills, frowned.
She still believed in Adrian's character.
At least the other party wouldn't joke about this kind of thing.
"I suggest Mr. Zefa to rush back to the Navy Headquarters quickly and conduct a comprehensive and detailed inspection."
Adrian reminded kindly.
"Why don't we follow the diversion route and go to the Kingdom of the Drum? The doctors there are of such high standard that the entire sea knows about it."
Gion nodded silently, seemingly taking this suggestion to heart.
At this time, Zefa had also recovered from his heavy breathing.
"Huh..."
Zefa hammered his chest with his fist, spread his fingers, and drew five red marks on his strong pectoralis major muscles, using this irritating pain to relieve the feeling of oppression in his chest and lungs.
"I am still getting old..."
"...Don't you think there's something wrong with this sentence, Mr. Zefa?"
Adrian came over, and the lieutenants made way for him.
"And this is a disease. Even if there are interferences from aging factors, a disease is a disease and must be cured!"
"Hmph..."
Zefa chuckled twice and said nonchalantly.
"White Ghost, when I went out to sea, you didn't know where you were! I'm not sick!"
Adrian said speechlessly: "Stop being stubborn, Mr. Zefa. Even if you don't believe me, you can go to the Drum Kingdom, which specializes in medical treatment, for a quick comprehensive examination."
Unexpectedly.
When it comes to physical health, Zefa behaves like an old fogy.
"I'm not sick! If you say I'm not sick, I'm not sick!"
Adrian was helpless against such a stubborn old man, so he turned his head and winked at Gion.
Gion stepped forward with understanding.
While the sweet-voiced Gion led a group of lieutenants to persuade Teacher Zefa to have a physical examination.
Adrian turned around and left, flew aside alone, and found a clean stone to sit on.
Open the panel silently.
The challenge mission of [Black Wrist Zefa] has been shown as "completed". The tug-of-war between the two has lasted for more than three days, and it has exceeded the maximum time limit required by the panel dozens of times.
This also means that Adrian can extract one of Zefa's abilities or expertise.
"Bless the beauty of Gion!"
Adrian exhaled and chose task settlement directly.
Thank you very much to "Sleeping God Like the Wind" for the 500 starting coin reward! !
Thank you very much to "Dream's Home" for the 101 starting coin reward! ! Thank you very much to "Reincarnation·White Night" for the 100 book coins reward! !
(End of chapter)