Chapter 290

Master Zefa stood before the door, his massive frame powerful and imposing, looking down at Lu En with a probing gaze.

"This kid…"

"Is he really Captain Kapu's grandson? A once-in-a-century genius?"

"The most terrifying monster on the seas, according to Kapu?"

Master Zefa's expression turned peculiar.

Seeing Lu En's burly physique and the muscle definition even his shirt couldn't conceal, Master Zefa felt a flicker of admiration—but his inner skepticism remained unshaken.

"Master Zefa?"

Lu En began to study Master Zefa in return.

In this era, Master Zefa had not yet faced Bai Huzi II, nor had he suffered severe damage to one arm protecting his students.

Eventually, he had no choice but to replace it with a Seastone mechanical arm.

Now, both his arms were intact; though he had endured the tragedy of his family being killed by pirates, he had emerged from the shadow without developing extreme thoughts.

He still served the Navy faithfully, harboring no resentment toward it.

Though his strength may have begun to decline, no longer at its peak period, as a Marine Admiral, his power remained unquestionable.

Across this entire sea,

the only one who could defy the erosion of time and age, maintaining his strength at peak period, was one person.

That was…

Lu En's grandfather, the Marine hero, Iron Fist Captain Kapu!

All other top-tier powerhouses—Bai Huzi, Jin Shizi, Master Zefa, and others—all saw their strength decline with age.

Only Kapu was different!

"May I ask, Master Zefa, what brings you here?"

Lu En asked with a hint of suspicion.

Could it be…

That he was to be sent to the training camp so soon?

"Kapu said you're his grandson, a once-in-a-century genius, with talent unparalleled in history."

"I don't believe it."

"So today, I came to test your abilities myself."

"To see if you're worthy enough for me to bend the rules and let you join my training camp mid-cycle."

Master Zefa got straight to the point.

Hearing this,

Lu En frowned skeptically.

So…

This was going to turn into a fight?

"Come out. Find a place and fight me."

Master Zefa twisted his arm.

He paused,

then realized his words sounded inappropriate and amended them: "Don't worry—I won't go all out. I just want to gauge your strength."

A four-year-old brat? Did he, a Marine Admiral, need to go all out?

Ridiculous!

If this got out,

his lifelong reputation would be ruined.

Fighting Lu En was the best way for Master Zefa to test his true strength.

He didn't want to beat around the bush…

If he doubted,

then he'd find a way to verify it!

Master Zefa's nature was direct and straightforward—he had no use for elaborate schemes or deceit.

"Alright."

Lu En gave Master Zefa a long look, nodding with quiet anticipation.

He had never before fought a top-tier strength at Admiral level.

This opportunity was rare—

once gone, never to return.

A chance to fight an Admiral was not to be missed.

Next,

Lu En and Master Zefa moved to a nearby open, spacious area.

Around them,

trees stood thick and green.

Birds sang, flowers bloomed.

Utterly quiet.

An ideal place for combat.

Master Zefa waved at Lu En: "Kid, attack. Let me see how much you're worth."

"Master Zefa, please be careful!"

Lu En's eyes flashed.

He immediately lashed out a fierce lateral kick.

In an instant,

the Rankyaku of the Six Powers was unleashed.

Whoosh!

Accompanied by a piercing shriek through the air.

Razor-sharp,

it tore across the sky.

A pale-blue, dazzling slash was kicked out by Lu En, hurtling at breakneck speed toward Master Zefa ahead.

Blazingly fast!

It flashed past like a meteor.

In a blink of light,

the slash had already reached Master Zefa.

"W-Woah?!"

"This is…"

"Rankyaku of the Six Powers?!"

"This little brat actually mastered the Six Powers?"

Master Zefa was briefly stunned.

Then,

he quickly came to his senses, raised his right arm to gather strength, and slammed it fiercely into the slash.

Boom!

A tremendous crash.

Like thunder in the ears,

deafening.

The slash was shattered to pieces by Master Zefa's punch; the bursting air current swept dust from all sides, lifting a layer of dust from the ground to swirl upward.

Smoke and dust rolled,

wreathing all around.

Master Zefa clicked his tongue in wonder—the fist that had smashed the slash was completely unscathed, not even a single hair had been harmed.