"Let's take a gamble and see how long little Skyler can last in the hands of that old guy Heller?"

In the blink of an eye, it was already early summer, and it was still the same training ground where the old navy chatted and teenagers went crazy, but there were not many old navy training. Everyone looked at the center of the training ground, where the girl navy and the girl holding the cane could not keep their eyes open.

Open veteran.

An old navy man of about the same age took out a roll of sheepskin, and after spreading it out, it was divided into many sections. The time was written on each section, five minutes, ten minutes, and there was even a small area in the corner that said victory.

Hearing this, the veterans around them all took out their own collateral, such as cigarettes, cigars, rum, military medals, but Bailey was not seen. A majestic-looking old navy man looked at it and said:

"That old boy Heller was a labor soldier back then. The labor force knew how much he weighed better than his midwife! Twenty minutes! A first-class military medal!"

He stretched out his hand and patted the military medal with a gold frame and a red background on the section that said twenty minutes. With the first person taking the lead, others also placed bets.

In the end, there were only two people left who did not place bets, that was Zefa and Porusalino, who was squatting on the ground breathing heavily and wiping his sunglasses. Zefa looked at these old-timers and said: "I won't bet!"

"Hey~ boring!"

"Zefa, I heard you bet last time that Skyler was the future of the Navy. Why don't you bet again now?"

These old navymen are making noises. Their meritorious service and military rank before retiring may not be as good as Zefa's, but despite their seniority and retirement, Zefa can only accept "guidance" with a blushing face if they dare to speak and curse.

Seeing that Zefa would rather be ridiculed by them than place a bet, these old marines also set their sights on Porusalino. Porosalino looked at the eyes of the old seniors around him and said exaggeratedly:

"Oh~oh~it's really scary. Each of the old-timers seems to be trying to eat me~I put a pair of glasses on them."

As he said that, Porusalino placed the sunglasses he had just wiped clean in the "victory" column. In an instant, all these old ladies started making a noise.

"Little monkey! I think you want to find an excuse to change your glasses?"

"These glasses look good. I want them. Don't compete with me later!"

Listening to the disapproving voices of these seniors, Porusalino just smiled obscenely. He made another "exception" two days ago and took Skyler, who was still a recruit at the Naval Academy, out to suppress bandits.

No one knows Skyler's strength better than him as a commander now. It is not impossible to deal with a former colonel who will reach 100 years old next year.

What's more, if he loses, he only gets a pair of sun visors. Thinking about the reward he will get next month, Porusalino doesn't feel bad at all, but he is used to sun visors and always feels that the sun is a bit dazzling.

In the center of the field, Skyler was also very familiar with this process. Every time they competed, they had to wait until all the seniors had placed their bets before they could start.

Seeing that the betting over there had ended, Skyler saluted the veteran in front of him: "Colonel Heller, I'm sorry!"

"Come on, little baby, my granddaughter is old enough to be your mother, why are you so polite to me?"

Although Heller is too old to lift his eyelids, he is obviously a person with a very bad temper. If he hadn't been in front of a girl who could be her great-granddaughter, he would have said any obscene words.

"Wind Slash!"

Skyler sprinted instantly, and with a skilled shave, he came to Heller in a flash and slashed three times with the long sword in his hand. The sharp sword force showed a somewhat fatal mood.

"Dang Dang Dang~"

Heller didn't see any evasive gestures. He just waved his wrist and turned the crutch. The originally vine-colored crutch turned dark and directly blocked the girl's attack.

After a trial, the two finally started to compete. Heller stayed on the spot, a crutch wrapped around his armed domineering force, and he kept clashing with the sword in Skyler's hand.

Although the long sword in Skyler's hand is not wrapped with armed domineering energy, it is also wrapped in an invisible force, which will not let the mediocre long sword in his hand be directly shattered.

"Little Skyler still feels sorry for the old man. He only used a sword."

An old navy man who was watching stroking his beard sighed and sighed. As they got along with each other in the past few months, their understanding of Skyler gradually deepened. This girl who always emphasized that she was a three-sword style girl was the strongest with two swords.

sword.

As for the black long sword... it has never been unsheathed. At most, the swing of the blade box is used to drive the black long sword to attack or block. Therefore, many people joked that Skyler wanted to use the three-sword style.

Must grow taller.

Because with the girl's current height and wingspan, there is really no way to unsheath or sheath the obsidian at will.

But there is still something to behold in the girl holding two swords. During the battle, Skyler also clearly felt that if he only used this training sword, he would not be able to defeat the old navy in front of him.

"Cang~"

White Fang was unsheathed, Heller listened to the voice, his drooped eyelids tightened a little, and there was a slight gap in his eyes, as if he had concentrated a little.

"Double slash!"

Skyler swung his swords across each other, and Heller finally took his first step, using his shaving technique. It seemed like he only took one step, but he appeared more than ten meters away.

This distance was deliberately shortened. After all, no matter how far it was... those old guys should have said that Heller had escaped.

"Throat sealing wire!"

Seeing Heller pull away, Skyler approached and at the same time, the ghost binding thread on his left wrist quickly shot out, flew towards Heller, and entangled Heller in an instant.

Heller's messy brows trembled, because today's ghost binding silk was a bit strange.

The ghost-bound threads that were originally judged by everyone to be "tangled by sight, hearing, and color" actually had a physical feeling today. Before Heller could figure it out, bursts of force came from the ghost-bound threads entangled in his body.

He was actually dragged off the ground by the ghost binding thread. After hovering in the air, he was driven towards the ground.

"Armed Color - Hardened!"

The armed domineering force quickly wrapped around Heller's body, and when it hit the ground, it raised a lot of dust. Seeing this, the old ladies who were watching made mocking sounds.

They also don’t understand why this ghost-binding silk that seems to be seeing and hearing suddenly has a physical effect, but it’s much more important to laugh at their old friends than to understand this!

Zefa showed curiosity. Looking at Porusalino who was showing no signs of movement, he vaguely understood something in his heart.

And then, a scene that made these old marines excited appeared. Skyler, a girl from the three-sword style, finally put her hand on the hilt of the third long sword.

The remaining two long swords were returned to their sheaths, and Skyler's hand clung to the black obsidian sword. She quickly adjusted her breathing, looking for the feeling of drawing out the sword.
Chapter completed!