A cook, vice-captain of the Rocks Pirates?

Zefa's sharp, hawk-like eyes slowly swept over each of them.

His gaze lingered on Lox for three seconds, sensing the terrifying power lurking within that body, like a dormant volcano.

I lingered on Newgate for five seconds; his towering, heroic spirit, even when deliberately restrained, could not be completely concealed.

He lingered on Lingling the longest, and he could feel that this huge woman was like a walking energy source, full of unstable, violent factors capable of destroying everything.

As for Wang Zhi, beneath his half-drunk, half-awake state lay a state of returning to simplicity, an elusive realm.

He subconsciously ignored the little boy, Ryan, who was carrying the food box.

"Guidance?"

Zefa sneered, his weathered face filled with murderous intent.

"The path of pirates leads only to destruction. The only guidance I can give you is to spend the rest of your lives repenting in the deepest cells of Impel Down."

Even so, the admiration and excitement in his eyes grew even stronger.

Great ingredients!

Each of these people is an excellent whetstone!

The fierce, battle-hardened aura they exuded was precisely what his sheltered, genius recruits lacked most.

"However, before we send you to prison..."

Zefa stretched his steel-like arms, making a cracking sound from his knuckles.

"I need to see for myself whether you are worthy to be a gift at my students' graduation ceremony."

Before he could finish speaking, Momousagi, who was only about ten years old, had already drawn her famous sword, Kinpira, and walked out with a heroic air.

“Professor Zefa, please let the students test their abilities.”

"No need for you."

Zephyr waved his hand, his gaze fixed on one of the entrances to the Colosseum.

"Let him come."

The heavy iron gate slowly rose, and a tall, slender man with a cold face, dressed in a crisp major general's uniform, walked out.

He wore a slender Western sword at his waist, his steps were steady, and his eyes were as sharp as a drawn sword.

"Major General of Branch G-2, Shadow Sword Enke."

The man introduced himself, his voice as cold and sharp as his sword.

He was one of Zephyr's most outstanding disciples, renowned for his incredibly fast swordsmanship.

"Enke, go."

Zefa gave the order.

"Use your fastest sword and let me see their capabilities."

"Yes, Teacher Zefa."

Enke's figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

He didn't use the Six Styles of Shave, but rather a pure, explosive speed that surpassed the limits of the human body.

The next second, he appeared in front of Rocks, his rapier transforming into a silver afterimage too fast for the naked eye to see, piercing straight for Rocks' heart.

This sword strike was so fast that even the air didn't have time to utter a mournful cry.

Faced with this extreme speed, Lockes' pupils suddenly contracted, and a perfectly timed look of horror appeared on his face.

As if guided by a wild animal's instinct, at the critical moment, he used all his strength to twist his body to the side by half.

laugh!

The sword tip grazed his ribs, drawing a small trail of blood and tearing a gash in his clothes.

Lox grunted and staggered back a few steps, his face showing the shock of surviving a close call, but a hint of amusement flashed deep in his eyes.

too slow.

Enke missed his first attack, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. Just as he was about to launch a second attack, Zefa spoke up.

"enough."

Enke immediately sheathed his sword and stepped back, standing respectfully to the side.

Zephyr looked at the shallow wound on Lox's ribs, then at his disheveled yet still upright posture, and nodded in satisfaction.

They are very strong, but not invincible.

The fact that they survived Enke's sword proves that they are qualified to become the final boss.

Their disheveled appearance, barely managing to dodge the attack, made them seem less like premeditated intruders and more like a pack of powerful but exhausted, defeated dogs.

perfect.

"very good."

Zefa said in a deep voice, "I acknowledge your strength. As a reward for offering you the Light Horse, I will give you a chance."

“I will not send you to Impel Down immediately. You will be imprisoned in the deepest part of G-2, the penitentiary, where you will receive my re-education.”

"Then, a week later, my students will be here for their graduation trials, and you..."

Zephyr pointed at Lox and the others, grinning with a sinister smile that exuded a demonic aura.

"That's their final test."

"If you can defeat all my best students, I will personally guide you and show you what true justice is."

"If you lose, then wash your necks clean and go to Impel Down to live out your old age in peace."

Chapter 54 Repentance Quarter

Zefa's words were filled with an undeniable domineering and confident air.

Locke clutched the wound in his ribs, panting heavily, but a flicker of resentment blazed in his eyes: "Fine! We agree! Just don't let us stray dogs bite your throat later!"

"Gurarararar... Interesting rules."

Newgate chuckled softly from the side.

"Hahaha! Does winning mean we get to eat?"

Lingling's focus is always so unique.

Zephyr's smile widened as he looked at the group of arrogant pirates.

He liked that defiant look in his eyes because only by completely crushing that look could he bring about the greatest growth in his students.

"Take them away!"

Zefa waved his hand: "Keep a close watch on them! Don't let them die before we open the cell doors!"

"Yes!"

The naval soldiers surrounded them again, escorting the special group of prisoners towards the legendary special prison deep within the Colosseum.

Renn followed at the back of the group. He glanced at the steel fortress named the Penitentiary, then at Zefa's confident back, a barely perceptible smile curving his calm face.

The Trojan horse has successfully entered the city.

The repentance ward, despite its gentle name, is a veritable steel hell inside.

It is not built on the ground, but suspended hundreds of meters underground in a huge cavity of the G-2 fortress, and is fixed by alloy chains that are thicker than the main mast of a ship.

The entire prison area was hollowed out and carved from a huge, extremely pure sea stone vein, forming a seamless whole. The walls, floors, and ceilings all emanated a unique energy fluctuation that could make ability users feel weak all over.

There are no cell doors here. Each cell is an independent cube-shaped space sealed by an energy barrier, under 24-hour surveillance with no blind spots. Not even a fly can get in.

It is said that the people imprisoned here are the most vicious and powerful pirates captured by the Navy. Their will will be crushed here until they become qualified teaching tools.

Rocks and his companions were imprisoned in several adjacent cells.

The moment the energy barrier rose, completely isolating them from the outside world, the expressions on the faces of these monsters, who had just been playing the role of stray dogs, instantly changed.

"Hahaha! This place is quite spacious! Much better than our old, shabby ship!"

Gatz stretched, his massive body taking up half of the cell. Curious, he tapped the seastone wall with his fist, producing a dull thud.

"Tsk, that's really tough. It must be really fun to fight with it."

"Quiet down, you idiot."

Wang Zhi leaned against the corner of the wall and took out his precious wine gourd from his pocket. As soon as he uncorked it, he felt a sudden weakness all over his body and almost dropped the gourd.

"Damn it, I forgot this godforsaken place is full of Sea Stone."

He reluctantly stuffed the gourd back in, his face full of frustration.

"Life without alcohol is worse than death."

"Hungry……"

Lingling's weak voice came from next door.

"The walls here don't taste good; they're hard and gritty."

She actually tried to gnaw on the sea stone wall, but only left two rows of shallow teeth marks.

Newgate sat cross-legged in the center of the cell, closing his eyes to rest.

Although he was also affected by the Seastone, his abyssal physique and domineering aura were merely suppressed, not eliminated.

Like a lurking tiger, he quietly observed this unfamiliar environment, sensing the flow of energy in the air.

Rocks sat on the ground with an air of arrogance, a smug, undisguised smile on his face.

“Zeffa… an interesting fellow. He actually wants to tame us to be his teaching tools. I just don’t know if his little Hell’s Kitchen is big enough for us dragons to mess with.”

His voice traveled clearly through the special sound transmission hole in the cell to everyone's ears.

"Captain, the structure of this base is very strange."

Dorum's voice came from another direction; he was lying on the ground, his ear pressed against the ground, like a professional prospector.

"I can feel that there are huge energy pipes and ventilation systems operating beneath our feet. The structure is complex, but they all seem to converge at a central point where the vibration frequency is the highest. This should be the power core of this fortress."

"Oh?"

Rocks raised an eyebrow.

"Can we find the way?"

"Give me a structural diagram, and I can disassemble this place into a bunch of parts and put it back together exactly as it was!"

Dorum confidently stated that his shipwright instincts fueled his desire to study this enormous steel creation.

Just as everyone was exchanging information, a series of heavy footsteps came from outside.

A burly man with a jaw as wide as an iron shovel, dressed in a specially made major general's uniform, appeared outside their cell. Behind him followed a squad of jailers wielding long clubs made of sea stone.

"Quiet down, you scum!"

The man spoke, his voice like two iron plates rubbing together, harsh and unpleasant to hear.

"This is the penance ward, not your pirate ship for pleasure! From today onwards, I, Ironjaw Jandor, am your instructor!"

He was the highest-ranking officer of this special prison, another fervent admirer of Zefa, and was known for his harsh military discipline and ruthless methods.

"Here, you will learn what discipline and justice are! Every day, apart from the fixed time for repentance, you must recite the basic principles of the Six Styles of the Navy three hundred times! Before eating, you must shout three times, 'Justice will prevail!' Who dares to disobey..."

James grinned, revealing a set of teeth that gleamed with a metallic sheen—a set of dentures made of high-quality steel.

"I'll knock out his teeth myself and let him experience what it's like to eat with his gums!"

This sudden show of force caused Gatz's brows to furrow instantly, and his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

Wang Zhi rolled his eyes and muttered, "Crazy."

As Lockes watched the warden, who was so eager to perform, his smile grew even more amused.

Just then, Ryan's calm voice rang out: "Excuse me, where is the kitchen?"

All eyes were focused on the child who had been unusually quiet throughout.

Jando was taken aback, looked down at the kid who wasn't even as tall as his waist, and frowned, saying, "Kid, this is a prison, not a restaurant!"