One Piece: The Max-Level Blacksmith of Marineford

The pose is cool, the strength is great, and the Dao power value is 700, not bad.

"Crack!"

"what!"

The arc it flew in was beautiful.

Yeah, that's terrible.

It was the same familiar posture, the same familiar screams, the same familiar thud as when it landed.

Like the previous victim, this one was unconscious, clutching his right arm.

The fact that there were two victims in a row puzzled Zefa.

What's going on...

Just as everyone in the square was looking at each other, bewildered...

A loud, booming voice appeared out of nowhere.

"Hahaha, Zephyr, you've already started here!"

"Looks like I'm late!"

With short black hair, a physique as strong as Zephyr's, and a hearty laugh, the man is none other than the naval hero.

Lieutenant General Monkey D. Garp.

He was accompanied by a young man.

He wasn't particularly handsome, but he was very capable.

After looking at him for a long time, Iron Hammer finally recognized that the man was Garp's son, Monkey D. Dragon (Drag).

"Karp, what are you doing here? Can't you see I'm conducting a student test?"

"Well, well, I've brought you some students, haven't I?"

Garp laughed and picked his nose, then shoved Dragon away.

Iron Hammer was speechless, because if he wasn't mistaken...

Garp had just finished picking his nose with the hand that pushed Dragon...

"Oh? Your son? Very good, then let's test him in a bit."

"Hey, Zephyr, does my son need to be tested? You're questioning my training of him!"

Zephyr completely ignored Garp's offer and once again instructed the medics to send the second victim for treatment.

"Next!"

Victim number three stepped forward with trepidation.

The instrument in front of me looked like a giant beast.

He clenched his fist, gritted his teeth, and threw a punch.

"Bang~"

A particularly crisp sound rang out.

Dao power value 150

It was very low, but precisely because it was so low, Victim Number Three only felt a tremendous force rebounding from the instrument, but it was still tolerable for him.

After all, he deliberately suppressed the power of his punch.

Although his fists were throbbing and his arms were numb, he survived!

At that moment, two clear tears streamed down the face of Victim Number Three, but before he could happily celebrate that he had survived, he was left to cry.

Zefa's angry curses and a huge shoe sole had already arrived.

"What the hell! 150 Dao power? You have the nerve to come to my training camp? You're not taking me seriously at all!"

Victim number three made his exit with honor, but as he passed the next victim, he whispered something:

"Brother, if you want to live, hold back your power..."

After saying that, he left everyone with a radiant silhouette.

Everyone then realized that, in the current situation, controlling their power was the only way to survive!

And so, no victims emerged in the subsequent tests.

Everyone reduced their strength.

The numbers on the power meter never exceeded 200.

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This infuriated Zeff, while Garp laughed.

Even Sakazuki, who was standing to the side, had a gloomy expression.

He was very puzzled as to why so many elites were so low-level.

What can you do with 100 or 200 Dao power points?

Using them to uphold justice—can that justice even work?

Only Iron Hammer looked embarrassed, covering his face with one hand, unable to watch the spectacle unfolding in the square.

"Damn it! What kind of cowards are these!"

"I'm furious!"

"Warring States! That bastard! What kind of people did he choose for me?!"

Zefa was absolutely furious.

It's not surprising that he was so focused on the first naval elite training camp.

Who would have thought that he would die before he could even achieve his goal?

Soon, the test was completed for several hundred people.

After the test, all of these people had a common problem: they unconsciously covered their right arm.

Even though they controlled their Dao power, the backlash still caused them immense suffering.

But they didn't feel dissatisfied at all; on the contrary, they cast grateful glances at the third victim.

"Porusalino!"

The last one standing in the future, the Yellow Monkey, will soon arrive.

Borsalino was completely bewildered. He was still sleeping, how could it be his turn so soon?

Zefa looked at the tall, thin Borsalino in front of him with confidence.

This training camp has a few outstanding talents, Sakazuki is one, and Borsalino in front of us is another.

If I'm not mistaken, his Dao power level is definitely no lower than Sakazuki's.

"Ugh, this is so troublesome, I still want to sleep..."

Borsalino unconsciously grumbled, then walked to the testing equipment.

The veins on Zefa's forehead started to bulge again.

What's with this bastard's attitude...?

"Stop dawdling! Get to the test now!"

Borsalino scratched his head in exasperation, then began to gather his strength.

Zefa's expression improved after that.

"boom!"

"Crack!"

"Holy shit! Ah!!!"

The next second, Borsalino was named Victim Number Four!

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Chapter 4 The Oops Trio

A magnificent parabola was accompanied by angry curses and screams.

Our future Monkey King crashed heavily to the ground.

This scene left Zephyr, who had been looking forward to it, speechless.