Chapter 162 Invitation from the Navy Guerrillas! (Two more updates, please subscribe!)
Storm raised his hand to signal to the Blue Eyes White Dragon.
The Blue Eyes White Dragon's abdomen suddenly experienced a wave of changes, and the clay surged around, revealing the scene inside.
A large man, six or seven meters long, was sleeping soundly inside, and his loud snoring was directly transmitted to the outside world.
Being separated by a distance and the other party's sleeping posture was very strange, Zefa couldn't see clearly what the other party looked like.
But he could clearly see the messy, long blond hair that looked like a pine tree, and the white crescent-shaped beard hidden among the blond hair that looked particularly abrupt and dazzling.
Perhaps he felt the hint in Zefa's eyes, or perhaps he felt the threat in the dark.
Edward Weibull, who was deeply asleep, suddenly snorted, and his snoring stopped abruptly.
Then he rolled around on the soft clay, scratched his butt with his hands, muttered a few words that no one could hear clearly, and began to snore again.
Zefa’s eyelids twitched slightly.
This guy who couldn't even detect when an enemy was approaching was the vicious pirate who almost massacred an entire elite navy recruit training camp a few years ago?
Zefa felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.
At this moment, Zefa suddenly felt something was wrong.
The "Edward Weeble" in Blue Eyes White Dragon seems to be different from the person in his impression.
The hair, beard and scars on the body are all correct, but the whole figure seems to be smaller and not as fat as before.
"Is he really Edward Weibull?"
Zefa did not approach, but just turned to look at Storm.
"Why does it seem like...he has lost a lot of weight?"
"It doesn't seem like he has really lost weight, and he just lost weight just now."
Shi With a thought in Thom's mind, the surrounding earth was assimilated into soft clay by him.
A clay coffin was transported from the inside of the Blue Eyes White Dragon and appeared silently in front of Zefa.
"Teacher Zefa, you can look at this one, she is really 'thin'."
Zefa lowered his head and looked at the body in the white coffin.
The skinny old woman had no moisture in her body, like a mummy that had been exposed to the scorching sun in the desert.
Even Zefa did not recognize the other party's true identity for a while.
"Who is this?"
"Buckingham Stussy, I told you, Mr. Zefa."
Ström explained.
“Although I did not kill this female pirate myself, I did put in a lot of effort in hunting her down.”
Well, let the Blue Eyes White Dragon roar twice. ……
It really exhausted Storm.
"Buckingham Stussy..."
Zefa looked at the mummy in the white coffin in front of him, and remembered the man who attacked the recruits with Edward Weibull a few years ago. The short old woman on the battleship in the training camp recalled the blonde beauty from the Rocks Pirates back then.
“You really deserve to die!”
“I think so too.”
Storm nodded and asked casually.
"Teacher Zefa, do you want to keep this corpse?
"Krokdal's [Shasha Fruit] has drained all the water from this corpse, and it is close to' The specimen's grade is good and should be kept for a long time. "
"...Get rid of the body quickly! "
Zefa was speechless for a moment, and then immediately urged.
"Who would want to collect corpses!"
"His Majesty Qibukai, Moonlight Moria!"
Storm gave an example casually.
"Since the teacher doesn't want her, I'll throw her away."
The best destination for a pirate is undoubtedly the sea.
Storm did not hesitate and threw Buckingham Stussy's body into the vast sea.
Zefa does not need this body.
Storm doesn’t even need it.
A mummy fell into the sea, splashing a few waves.
The sea water rolls and the waves smooth everything.
Zeffa paid no more attention to Buckingham Stusy.
Now that the old woman is dead, the hatred between him and the other party is finally over.
Zefa was about to take a step towards Edward Weibull to see what this "Whitebeard III" was like.
But at this moment, Storm suddenly stretched out his hand to stop the other party.
“Wait a moment, Teacher Zefa.”
Storm's right hand pressed on Zefa's left arm.
"I have made some insignificant progress in ability development recently, which may be useful to you."
As the words fell.
Storm released the ability of [Clay Fruit] and created a clay doll exactly like Zefa.
He raised the knife and cut off the left arm of the clay doll, then weighed and felt it.
Seeing Storm's movements, Zefa's eyes twitched.
"You kid, what are you doing?"
"Right away."
Storm appeared on the right side of Zefa's body.
He stretched out his right hand and held down Zefa's right arm. At the same time, he continued to release the ability of [Clay Fruit] and directly created a brand new arm for the latter. Storm can guarantee that Zefa's right arm is absolutely the same as his left arm!
"My hand..."
Zefa raised his right hand and felt its presence for the first time in a long time.
He then moved his fingers a few times, and this brand new arm actually followed his movements.
“Why two left hands?”
"Sorry, sorry, there was a mistake."
Storm quickly adjusted.
"Teacher, please try again."
Zefa saw that his "right hand" had returned to his "right hand" and started doing some activities again.
The next moment, he released [Armed Color Haki] and tried to wrap around his right hand.
However...
Pa!
Under Strom's gaze, Zefa's right hand exploded instantly, and flesh-colored clay splashed everywhere like a goddess scattering flowers.
"...You are totally useless! Storm! You can't even withstand [Haki]!"
"Your [Haki] is too strong! Teacher Zefa ! ”
Storm said helplessly, and then pinched Zefaxin's right hand.
“Don’t use your [Haki] with all your strength, be gentler.”
No matter what.
Ström also received education from Zefa for a period of time.
He still admired this teacher very much in his heart.
So at this time, even if it takes a lot of energy to give Zefa a hand.
Storm is also willing.
Feeling Storm’s sincere feelings, Zefa stopped urging.
The two tested together for a while.
Finally, an arm was created that satisfied both of them.
Under Storm's careful control.
Zefa's clay right arm is no different from that of a normal person. It looks like an ordinary right hand, and it is not as exaggerated and fierce as the huge mechanical arm before.
Feeling this strange yet familiar right hand, Zefa once again released [Armed Haki] and wrapped it around his fist.
This time, his [Armed Haki] no longer resisted this arm, but treated it as a special weapon, only wrapping and entwining it from the outside.
Zefa's right hand was instantly dyed black by [Armed Color Haki].
Black Wrist Zefa appeared in front of Storm in his complete form.
Zefa took the trouble to test his new right hand as if he had gotten a new gadget.
Although the robotic arm built by naval scientists using sea floor stones and precious metals is indeed powerful.
But this "clay arm" is also a gift that the disciple poured his heart into.
In addition, this "clay arm" feels really good, and Zefa also likes it very much.
"I never expected that a [Clay Fruit] could be developed to this extent by you."
Zefa disarmed his [Armed Haki] and looked at the arm that was no different from a normal arm. With his right hand, Xin looked at the blue-eyed white dragon on the other side.
“Not only can you make animals, but you can also make arms.”
“I also like the ability of [Clay Fruit].”
Storm said seriously , and then he added a few more words.
"Actually, I didn't plan to make an arm for the teacher, but I didn't expect that the teacher's robotic arm was missing...
"I simply used my ability to help the teacher make a new arm. Is the teacher satisfied? "
"How could you be dissatisfied? Hahaha! ”
Zefa laughed a few times and patted Storm on the shoulder with his right hand.
As a teacher, what can be better than the growth of a disciple? What surprised him more than the expected outstanding person?
"Storm, you... forget it."
"What's wrong? Teacher Zefa."
Storm looked at Zefa, who suddenly showed hesitation, Make him a little curious.
"Do you want more arms?"
Storm released the ability of [Clay Fruit], and one after another "Clay Right Hand Zefa Limited Edition" appeared in above the earth.
This situation looks inexplicably like a certain [Flower Fruit] power user who wishes to remain anonymous is releasing his power...
"These arms made with power are not as good as mine. The arms are made by myself, but the quality level is also top-notch."
Ström raised his hand to gesture to these clay arms and said openly.
“If the teacher needs them, just take them away and keep replacing them regularly.
“If the number of arms is not enough, tell me and I will make some for you. ”
"No, it's not an arm problem..."
Zefa shook his head. He hesitated for a moment, but finally spoke out.
“But it’s also a problem with the arm.
“The mechanical arm I had before has been sent to Punk Hassad Island.
“According to the news from the scientists over there, it may take one to two years for the arm to be completely ready and reach the ideal state.
"I originally had a plan. Once the mechanical arm is ready, I will set up a 'Naval Guerrilla' to hunt pirates.
"But now, Storm, you have helped I made a fairly durable arm...
"So, Storm, do you want to go to the 'Marine Guerrilla' with me?"
(End of this chapter)