As a Celestial Dragons, I Became The Most Evil Pirate!

Elite training camp, on a spacious square.

All recruits from all over the world gathered here.

There are local Marineford, a few recruiters...Some recruits from the Marine branch, and some special recruits.

At this point, the recruits have started to group and prepare for the third assessment.

The actual combat exercise... is a one-on-one match.

Vice Admiral Dalmesia, dressed in a green suit, sits on a high platform, observing the situation below...

He is the veteran Vice Admiral of the department, a disciple of Zephyr.

The fruit ability is the Madara dot dog form in the Zoan dog fruit.

There are a total of four rounds for the selection of elite recruits. The first round of assessment is pure physical fitness and shooting, and the second round is physical skills, which is to judge the strength of a recruit by attacking special equipment. To score.

The third round is actual combat...

Progress to this point, there are not many people left on the court, only less than a thousand people.

Almost 70% less, most people have been eliminated.

The trial of the elite camp is very strict, and even if you enter the elite camp, you may be eliminated, so for the recruits, the pressure is extremely high.

The current Naval Headquarters is just when there is a shortage of people... The elite camp has been recruited from once every six months to once a month, and the threshold has been lowered a lot... But even so, there are still very few juniors who are eligible to enter the elite camp. few.

Dalmesia put her arms around her chest, and the expression on her face was very composed...Compared with their time, the newcomers are getting better and worse now.

"Vice Admiral, take a look."

At this time, a subordinate hurriedly walked to the vicinity and handed a copy of information.

"what?"

Dalmesia was a little confused, and immediately put his gaze on the paper, "Huh?"

"Of these twenty people, most of them barely met their physical fitness and physical skills, and they were promoted to the actual combat part... But in just one hour, these twenty people were almost in a winning streak and defeated several originally good seedlings..." Said.

"You mean, in the third round of the test, nearly a hundred recruits were defeated by these people? On average, a person defeats three to four opponents in a row and wins a round in about ten minutes. ?" Dalmesia was a little surprised.

Terry, the chief Instructor of the Seventh Battalion, he has some impressions...but he shouldn't have the coaching skills.

In the past, about ten recruits were selected, which is pretty good.

However, even if ten people enter the elite camp, it will not take long before they will voluntarily withdraw or be eliminated.

The amount of training in the elite camp is too much for ordinary people.

"I've inquired... I heard that a new deputy chief in the Seventh Camp has recently arrived. He is very powerful. These people are all trained by him..." the subordinate explained.

"Except for this Zog's physical fitness is not bad, the score of combat skills is relatively high, other people can only be regarded as ordinary... It seems that in a short period of time, they have targeted and improved their actual combat ability... This new seven camp Instructor is very handy." Dalmesia turned the information for a while, got up and said: "Go, take me to see."

"Yes."

He became interested in Zog and others.

...

A battlefield.

Zog is fighting an opponent...

The latter wanted to use the explosive power of his legs to fly over and launch a powerful attack... However, when the man rushed to Zog, Zog, who had originally turned his back to him, suddenly turned around, as if he had expected this person to appear long ago. Position, kicked out immediately...

Accurately kicked the opponent's abdomen.

It caused the opponent to squirt gastric juice, fell to the ground, and lost his combat power.

On the side, an veteran acted as a referee and raised his hand to pronounce the verdict: "Zog wins!"

"Yeah!"

Zog clenched his fists excitedly.

It should be stable for him to enter the elite training camp!

I have won four opponents in a row...not lost a game.

With his physical strength and fighting skills, coupled with such actual combat results, it is impossible to be eliminated.

He doesn't want to go back to the Seventh Camp anymore!

Because when I go back, I have to face Jiana Instructor, that devil!

When he thought of this, he swallowed his saliva, his expression horrified.

He looked around, and in the other open spaces facing each other, it was Saida and others...presumably, his companions had the same idea.

Never return to the Seventh Camp, you must enter the Elite Camp.

Soon, the fifth opponent appeared!

With a whistle, the two immediately collided.

"Vice Admiral!"

At this time, Dalmesia came to the outside, and the referee veteran saluted.

Dalmesia nodded and looked at Zog who was fighting against him. He found that... Zog's dynamic vision and reaction speed were amazing, and his reaction on the spot was also very fast... His opponent could barely get close.

The most important thing is that Zog protects several empty doors of his body very well, and does not give his opponents a chance to take advantage of the gap...

This kid is particularly sensitive to attacks behind him. Whenever his opponent wants to go back...Zog, as if he had noticed in advance, he changed his body position one step in advance.

"instinct!"

Two words came to Dalmesia's mind.

This recruit must have suffered a big loss...has formed a conditioned intuition.

"interesting…"

He also noticed that Zog’s lower body had a weird posture, whether it was attacking or retreating, he was tightly holding his hips...

Immediately, Dalmesia went to watch the battles of several recruits from the other Seventh Battalion, and found that this group of newcomers, like Zog, should always be successful in battle...The reaction speed is among the best in this group.

"Did you see anything?"

Dalmesia asked the assistant beside him.

"No."

The latter shook his head.

"The recruits of the Seventh Battalion protect several vital parts of the body properly. As long as these vital parts are not attacked, they will not lose their mobility instantly... This has become a kind of fighting instinct for them... and, When they look at their opponents, their eyes are extremely solemn, their spirits are highly concentrated, they will not underestimate any opponent, and they will go all out to deal with each game."

"It's like an enlightenment... the feeling of fantasizing the opponent into some kind of powerful enemy."

"Their five senses are both fragile and sensitive, and they can capture a little bit of wind and grass...that's why they react extremely fast."

Dalmesia smiled.

"Generally speaking, it is difficult for recruits to have this kind of alertness? I checked the information. The new recruits from the Seventh Camp have been postponed for their assessment. They have been in the headquarters for less than three months...three months. Let them have the qualifications to enter the elite camp? This is also..."

The subordinate felt incredible.

"Did you not find out? They have one other characteristic in common!"

Dalmesia.

"what?"

"Before the battle was languid, and after the battle, the spirits changed...like two people."

"Uh, indeed!"

After a while, an interesting situation happened... Two members of the Seventh Battalion were assigned to a battle group.

After some battles, Zog won with difficulty!

"Brother, I'm sorry... I must enter the elite camp, I never want to return to that dark place..."

Zog apologized to his collapsing and crying companion.

"It's over... I'm over!"

"No... I don't want to go back... Sir, please give me another chance, please, don't eliminate me... I don't want to see that devil again!"

Recruits who were defeated held up strongly.

I caught a glimpse of Dalmesia nearby, crying and begging in panic.

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