Chapter 307

For the upcoming battle…

They all revealed strong anticipation.

"That brat's probably going to be instantly killed by Smoker, right?"

"Maybe…"

"He won't even touch Smoker's sleeve."

"Too reckless!"

"I truly don't understand why Master Zefa values a four-year-old brat so much."

"Could Master Zefa really believe this four-year-old brat possesses the strength to rival Smoker?"

"Smoker is a Logia user!"

"…."

Voices buzzed everywhere.

Among the crowd,

Including Tina gazed at Lu En with concern, as if unable to bear it.

Moments later. (No Ma Zhao)

The student dispatched by Master Zefa returned safely to Training Ground One.

In his hand, he held a dagger as black as ink.

Walking straight to Master Zefa's side, he bowed deeply and said: "Master Zefa, Old Jack agreed. But he said the Seastone weapon must not be damaged—otherwise, he'll reject it outright."

"I understand."

Master Zefa took the Seastone dagger and handed it to Lu En beside him.

As he passed it to Lu En,

his expression hesitated, and he lowered his voice to give a solemn warning: "Don't kill anyone. Seastone weapons suppress Logia users severely—remember, don't aim for Smoker's vital spots."

"If his element form fails and your Seastone dagger strikes a vital spot, he could truly be in mortal danger."

"I don't want to see…"

"my students face life-or-death peril during sparring."

Upon finishing,

Lu En chuckled softly: "Don't worry, Master Zefa, I know my limits. I'll handle Smoker with restraint—I won't endanger his life."

After saying this,

he slowly stepped forward toward the empty training ground.

Meanwhile,

Smoker stepped out from among the students.

The atmosphere fell silent!

A killing aura arose spontaneously.

Training Ground One.

Lu En gripped the black Seastone dagger in his left hand, calmly gazing at Smoker, ten meters away.

In contrast,

he was far too young.

His four-year-old frame could not possibly compare to Smoker, a nineteen-year-old youth.

Moreover,

Lu En had not torn off his shirt to reveal his terrifying muscular lines and demonic back.

In his view,

fighting a mere Smoker didn't require his full strength.

Around him,

countless curious eyes gathered, all at once.

This lopsided duel filled every student with curiosity and anticipation.

They simply could not understand.

How could a four-year-old Lu En dare challenge Smoker?

He was a Logia user!

And the top student of this training camp!

"Even if we all teamed up, we couldn't budge Smoker."

"This brat…"

"He's completely insane!"

"I can't fathom what Master Zefa was thinking—actually letting a four-year-old challenge Smoker."

"And Smoker actually agreed."

"I bet Smoker will kill that brat within three moves!"

Students erupted into heated discussion.

Almost unanimously, no one believed in Lu En.

Even Including Tina felt the same.

Simply because…

Lu En's age was wildly deceptive.

In the battlefield.

Smoker stared at Lu En, expressionless: "Are you ready?"

"Of course."

Lu En replied with a smile.

"From now on, I won't hold back!"

"Within three strikes…"

"I'll take you down!"

Smoker was extremely confident.

"Is that so? Then I'll watch closely."

As Yuhai Army listened to Smoker's words, Lu En felt the violent impulses within him surge uncontrollably, urging him to tear Smoker apart alive.

Huh!

With a slow exhale, he barely managed to suppress this raging emotion.

If he tore Smoker apart alive…

Master Zefa would be furious!

"Razor!"

A loud shout.

Smoker launched his attack.

As the strongest trainee in the camp, even without a Logia Devil Fruit ability, Smoker's strength was undoubtedly among the best.

He had long since mastered the Six Powers of the Yuhai Army with perfect fluency.

Though his mastery might not be profound…

Yet his initial execution was more than sufficient.

The next instant,

Smoker appeared less than half a meter before Lu En.

Clenching both fists,

Grayish-white smoke billowed around him.

In an instant,

He slammed his fist straight down onto Lu En's Endenao Sect.

Facing Smoker's punch, Lu En's smile never faded: "Your Razor is still too slow. Let me show you something."