After a lot of jumping up and downs, it was already midnight when I sat down again. Vegapunk came over with a bound volume of testing information weighing 4kg and placed it on the table with a dull sound. Tell Ron with practical actions that "knowledge is power."
"The painting pole is made of a special alloy that is anti-acid, anti-corrosion, and anti-high temperature. The left and right crescent blades and the tip of the halberd are mixed with seastone powder, which can reduce the wear and tear caused by long-term electricity on them to a certain extent, and maintain Sharp."
"You can't understand other specific hardness, toughness and other data after reading it. Let me just make an analogy... Among all the substances I know in the world, only sea floor stone can compare with it. You can let go and fight! "
"I know" includes not only the various alloys and minerals known in the world, but also the black technology materials that only the genius scientist Vegapunk, who is "five hundred years ahead of the world", knows!
"This is a weapon more terrifying than those supremely sharp knives! No matter in terms of sharpness or other aspects!"
"How's it going? Are you satisfied?!"
After saying that, Vegapunk crossed his legs, turned on his halo of academic dominance, and enjoyed Ron's admiring gaze.
"Satisfied! Of course satisfied!"
Ron stroked the slightly rough pole of the halberd, then turned to look at Vegapunk solemnly.
"Thank you Mr. Begapunk!"
"You're welcome, it's also a fascinating research project for scientists, and I've gained more than you imagined. You don't need to thank me."
After saying that, Vegapunk frowned slightly and asked.
"But Lieutenant General Ron, I remember that the weapon you used to use was a sword, right? Wouldn't it be uncomfortable to suddenly switch to a painted halberd in the style of the Kingdom of Flowers?"
This was the second time Ron had heard this question.
Indeed, it is inevitable that people who are accustomed to using one kind of weapon will not get used to it 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 it was impossible for Ron to fail to see this with his wisdom, so he, like Zefa, was very curious about Ron's purpose in making this decision.
"Mr. Vegapunk also thinks I'm a swordsman?"
"of course not!"
To say that Ron is a swordsman is an insult to the swordsmen in the world!
Vegapunk himself doesn't have much combat power, but his vision is no weaker than that of the top experts.
"Yes, not only am I not a swordsman, I don't even have any attainments in weapons!"
"and you… "
Vegapunk frowned slightly, as if he had grasped something important.
Ron smiled slightly and explained.
"For me, the power of weapons is just a way to better utilize the power I have."
"There are only a few attack methods for a single-edged sword. It may be suitable for a swordsman who focuses on practicing swordsmanship, but for me who only regards it as a means of combat, it seems too simple and naive. ”
Vegapunk suddenly realized, indeed!
It was they who had gone into a misunderstanding.
First of all, Ron is not a swordsman. He does not have a perseverance with the sword. To him, all weapons are the same, only whether they are easy to use or not.
Secondly, to Ron, Thunder Cloud is just a weapon that makes it easier for him to fight. Since he wants to change weapons, he naturally needs to change to one with a wider range of applications.
The attack method of the painted halberd, a weapon unique to the Kingdom of Flowers, is much more flexible than that of a single-edged sword, including shoveling, back slashing, horizontal stabbing, downward slashing stabbing, diagonal slashing, horizontal slashing, cutting, counterattack, flat hook, and wall nailing. , turning thrusts, passing blows, pick blows, and straight slashes.
In addition, the weapon lock window composed of double crescents can restrain most swordsmen.
Judging from Ron's "practical" concept, it is not unexpected at all to choose a painted halberd, but rather a matter of course.
"I see!"
Vegapunk solved his doubts and praised: "You are indeed very different, Lieutenant General Ron!"
I am used to seeing swordsmen who regard swordsmanship as their life, including the Lieutenant General of the headquarters. Ron, who only attributes weapons to strength, has a people-oriented concept that is incompatible with most people in the world today.
But precisely because of this, this is the real Ron!
He is not pursuing or longing for something from the perspective of a subordinate. Power is power, and I am the strong one. This kind of overbearing and self-centered thinking!
"Okay, I understand..."
Vegapunk smiled slightly and took out a pamphlet from his arms: "This is a little gadget I researched from the Thunder Cloud Dragon Pattern. You can try it. With your Thunderman's physique, you can probably discover it." What different content.”
"Um??"
…
Three days later, Marineford, abandoned martial arts square.
Zefa took off his shirt and his face was heavy. His knotted muscles rose and fell with his breathing. His majestic tiger-like eyes stared at the figure in front of him with a solemn expression.
shave!
boom! !
As soon as he stepped out, the dazzling thunder made the sunlight seem extremely dim. Ron's whole body was wrapped with surging electric current, like the arrival of the God of Thunder. In an unmatched and violent attitude, he suddenly charged forward with the thunder halberd in his hand.
The thunder and lightning that was condensed to the extreme spread out and danced wildly. Just a trace of thunder snake hitting the ground caused a large spiderweb-shaped pit with a diameter of more than ten meters to appear on the floor. The ferocious and perverse murderous aura was steaming crazily, making Zefa's dark complexion even darker.
"This kid really wants to beat me to death!"
With a cold snort, Zefa clenched his remaining fist brazenly, and a black light covered his arm.
Buzz! !
The strong vibrations caused the air to scream sharply. Facing the terrifying killing halberd coming towards him, Zefa took a step forward and punched straight up.
Martial arm underworld gate!
Zizzi...bang! ! !
At the moment of contact, half of the martial arts square instantly turned into powder!
Tons of boulders disintegrated in violent thunder, leaving a shocking sinkhole in its place.
Phew…!
A figure retreated from the smoke. Zefa's arms trembled slightly. Blood dripped from the narrow blood marks from his wrist to his fingers. Blood blossomed on the ground.
But at this moment, crackling lightning followed, and Ron suddenly appeared beside him with a thunder halberd in his hand, his eyes flashing with blue lightning, and he slashed across!
laugh! !
Zefa quickly crouched down to avoid this fatal crosscut. The blue arc that stretched for nearly a kilometer flew into the sky and exploded, destroying all the clouds.
But at this time, another murderous intention appeared beside him almost without any gap.
"What?! What speed is this?!"
There was no time to be surprised, or even to use his armed domineering defense. The dazzling white meteor gun hit his chest. Zefa opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood before flying backwards.
"puff!!"
Ugh...! !
Suddenly, a figure appeared behind him. Ron waved his hand like swatting a fly and pushed away the meteor gun that was about to explode. He clamped Zefa's body with one hand and left the place on moon steps the next moment.
Boom... boom! !
Waiting for the lightning to disperse, the two of them had returned to the remaining half of the martial arts square. There was a scorched black hole a few centimeters deep in Zefa's chest, and his heart was almost pierced by the meteor gun.
Kneeling on one knee, Zefa took a while to regain his breath.
Seeing Ron holding a thunder halberd with lightning in his hand 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, with frequent extreme moves, he lost in the end.
Now Ron's combat ability is not only superior to him, but his control ability is far beyond ordinary people's imagination. After a day of fighting, except for the two or three kilometers of no-man's land around the abandoned martial arts square that was completely destroyed, no trace of damage could be found on the outside.
Whether it's Ron's or his own.
This disciple has finally reached this point, and now he has nothing to teach him.
Sizzle!
A weak layer of electricity spread out, Ron exited the overloaded state, and the expression on his face became vivid. Hearing Zefa's wry smile with a bit of relief, he slapped the back of his head in embarrassment.
"It's still far from enough, teacher."
"If you were a few years younger, there's no way I could blow you away."
Garp and Zefa are both veteran generals with excellent combat skills. Ron has a deep understanding of how powerful their armed colors are. In the past, he had a hard time even breaking through defenses with Thunder Cloud.
If it weren't for Zefa's old age and frailty, coupled with constant hidden injuries and asthma, it would have been Garp's choice to make the vertical slash just now, and he would not have been given the opportunity to pursue the victory.
"But if you lose, you lose!"
Zefa glanced at him angrily, activated Life Return to control the injury on his chest, and stood up.
"Starting from today, I officially declare that you have graduated!"
Ron was silent for three seconds and then asked: "Isn't it several years since I graduated?"
Zefa: "..."