Pirates of the Navy Thunder God

Chapter 332 Vegapunk's Little Discovery (14)

After a lot of chaos, it was already midnight when they sat down again. Vegapunk came over with a bound book of testing materials weighing 4 kg and put it on the table with a dull "dong" sound, telling Ron with practical actions that "knowledge is power".

"The painting pole is made of a special alloy that is acid-resistant, corrosion-resistant, and high-temperature-resistant. The left and right crescent blades and the halberd tip are mixed with seastone powder, which can reduce the wear and tear caused by long-term power supply to a certain extent and keep them sharp."

"You won't understand the other specific data on hardness and toughness, so let me give you an analogy... Among all the substances I know of in the world, only seastone can be compared to it. You can go ahead and fight!"

"What I know" not only includes all kinds of alloys and minerals known in the world, but also includes the black technology materials known only to the genius scientist Vegapunk, who is "five hundred years ahead of the world"!

"This is a weapon that is even more terrifying than those supreme swords! Whether it's in terms of sharpness or other aspects!"

"How is it? Are you satisfied?!"

After saying that, Vegapunk crossed his legs, turned on his aura of being a top student, and enjoyed Ron's admiring gaze.

"Satisfied! Of course satisfied!"

Ron stroked the slightly rough pole of the halberd, then turned around and looked at Vegapunk seriously.

"Thank you, Mr. Vegapunk!"

"You're welcome. It's also a fascinating research project for scientists, and I've gained more than you can imagine. You don't need to thank me."

After that, Vegapunk frowned slightly and asked.

"But Lieutenant General Ron, I remember that you used to use a sword as your weapon, right? Wouldn't it be difficult to get used to the Flower Kingdom-style painted halberd?"

This was the second time Ron had heard this question.

Indeed, it is inevitable that people who are used to one weapon will feel uncomfortable when switching to another. Even weapons of the same style are not exactly the same. Different weights and feels require time to adapt to, so as not to affect combat effectiveness.

Vegapunk believed that with Ron's intelligence, it was impossible for him not to see this, so he, like Zefa, was very curious about the purpose of Ron's decision.

"Mr. Vegapunk also thinks I'm a swordsman?"

"of course not!"

To say that Ron is a swordsman is an insult to all swordsmen in the world!

Vegapunk himself does not possess much combat power, but his vision is no weaker than that of top strong men.

"That's right, not only am I not a swordsman, I don't even have any accomplishments in weapons!"

"then you……"

Vegapunk frowned slightly, as if he had grasped something.

Ron smiled slightly at this and explained.

"For me, the advantage of weapons is just a means to better utilize the power I control."

"There are only a few ways to attack with a single-edged sword. It may be suitable for a swordsman who is devoted to sword training, but for me who only regards it as a means of fighting, it seems too simple and simplistic."

Vegapunk suddenly realized, indeed!
They were in the wrong place.

First of all, Ron is not a swordsman and does not have a persistent swordsmanship. All weapons are the same to him. They are only divided by how easy or convenient they are to use.

Secondly, the thundercloud is just a weapon that makes it easier for Ron to fight. Since he wants to change weapons, he should naturally change to one with a wider range of applications.

The painted halberd, a weapon unique to the Kingdom of Flowers, has much more flexible attack methods than the single-edged sword, including charging, chopping back, stabbing sideways, slashing downward, slashing diagonally, chopping horizontally, cutting, reversing, hooking, nailing against the wall, flipping, thrusting, picking, and straight chopping.

In addition, the weapon lock window composed of double crescents can have a restraining effect on most swordsmen.

Judging from Ron's "pragmatic" concept, his choice of the painted halberd was not surprising at all, but rather reasonable.

"I see!"

Vegapunk resolved his doubts and exclaimed, "You are indeed very different, Vice Admiral Ron!"

I'm used to seeing swordsmen who regard swordsmanship as their life, including the lieutenant generals in this department. Ron's people-oriented concept of only regarding weapons as a kind of strength is incompatible with most people in the current world.

But precisely because of this, this is the real Ron!
He does not pursue or desire anything from the perspective of an inferior. He thinks that power is power and I am the strong one. This is an extremely domineering and self-centered idea!

"Okay, I understand..."

Vegapunk smiled slightly and took out a booklet from his arms: "This is a little thing I researched from the Thunder Cloud Dragon Pattern. You can try it. With your physique as a thunder man, I think you can find something different."

"Ok??"

……

Three days later, in Marinford, the abandoned martial arts square.

Zefa took off his shirt with a heavy face, his knotted muscles rising and falling with his breathing, his tiger-like majestic eyes staring at the figure in front of him, his expression solemn. Shave!
boom! !

As he took a step forward, the dazzling thunder made the sunlight seem extremely dim. Ron's body was surrounded by surging electricity, like the arrival of Thor. He rushed forward with a thunder spear in his hand with an unmatched violent posture.

The lightning that was condensed to the extreme danced wildly in all directions. Just a trace of lightning snake hitting the ground caused a spider web-like pit with a diameter of more than ten meters to appear on the floor. The fierce and perverse murderous aura was madly steaming, making Zefa's dark face even darker.

"This little devil really wants to beat me to death!"

With a cold snort, Zefa clenched his only remaining fist, and a black light covered his arm.

hum! !

The strong vibration made the air emit a sharp cry. Facing the terrifying killing spear that was chopping down at him, Zefa took a step forward and swung his fist straight up.

Wu wrist·Hell Gate!

Sizzle...Bang!!!

The moment of contact, half of the martial arts square was instantly reduced to dust!

Tons of boulders disintegrated in the violent thunder, leaving a shocking sinkhole in its place.

call out……!
A figure retreated from the smoke and dust, Zefa's arm trembled slightly, and blood dripped from the narrow bloodstains from the wrist to the fingers, falling to the ground and blooming blood flowers.

But at this moment, crackling sounds of lightning followed, and Ron suddenly appeared at his side holding a thunder halberd in his hand, his eyes flashing with blue lightning, and slashed across!

laugh! !

Zefa quickly squatted down to avoid the fatal crosscut. A blue electric arc stretching for nearly a thousand meters flew high into the sky and destroyed all the clouds after exploding.

But at this moment, a murderous intent appeared beside him almost without any gap.

"What?! What speed is this?!!"

He had no time to be surprised, or even to use his armed color domineering to defend himself. The dazzling white meteor spear hit his chest. Zefa opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood, then flew backwards.

"puff!!"

Uh-huh...! !

Suddenly, a figure appeared behind him. Ron waved his hand to push away the Meteor Gun that was about to explode, like swatting a fly, clamped Zefa's body with one hand, and the next moment he left the spot on the moon step.

Boom...boom! !
After waiting for the lightning to disperse, the two had returned to the remaining half of the martial arts square. There was a charred hole several centimeters deep in Zefa's chest, and the meteor gun almost pierced his heart.

Kneeling on one knee, it took Zefa a long time to catch his breath.

Looking at Ron, who was holding a lightning spear surrounded by lightning and standing beside him with an indifferent expression like a god, Zefa had a wry smile on his face.

"You win, Ron."

After a day of fierce fighting and using many powerful moves, he still lost in the end.

Not only was Ron's combat power higher than his, his control was also far beyond the imagination of ordinary people. After a day of fighting, except for the two or three kilometers of uninhabited area around the abandoned martial arts square, no traces of damage could be found in the periphery.

Whether it was Ron's or his own.

The disciple finally came to this point, and now he has nothing left to teach the other party.

Zizizi!
A layer of weak electric current spread out, and Ron exited the overload mode, and his expression became lively. Hearing Zefa's bitter smile with a bit of relief, he embarrassedly tapped the back of his head.

"It's still a long way to go, teacher."

"If you were a few years younger, I wouldn't be able to shake you off."

Garp and Zephyr are both veteran admirals with strong skills. Ron is well aware of how strong their armament domineering is. In the past, he even found it difficult to break through the defense with Thundercloud.

If Zefa wasn't old and weak, with constant hidden injuries and asthma, if it were not for Garp, he would probably have been able to block the vertical slash just now and not give him the opportunity to press on.

"But if you lose, you lose!"

Zefa gave him a displeased look, activated Life Return to control the injury on his chest, and stood up.

"From today on, I officially declare you graduated!"

Ron was silent for three seconds, then asked, "Haven't I graduated for several years?"

Zefa: “…”

I am still in the KTV now. They won't let me go after dinner. It's the weekend and I can't find an excuse. This is very uncomfortable! Seeing that it is already nine o'clock, Dashu will first release the two chapters he coded during the day, and then try to get these grandsons drunk as soon as possible, and then go back to code.

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