Pirates of the Navy Thunder God

Chapter 311 Arrival at the East China Sea (55)

At the top of the tall mast of the Qilin, Ron was doing handstand push-ups with one finger hooked into the wood. Four chains hung from his limbs, each with an iron ball one meter in diameter at the end.

As the movement progressed, the iron ball hit the mast with a "bang, bang!"

Compared with these iron balls, Ron's body seemed so small.

However, he remained firm and strong, falling down and standing up again and again.

This scene alone was enough to shock the soldiers. You have to know that those iron balls were solid iron balls made according to Garp's preferences, and each one weighed several tons!
It's a miracle to be able to walk with four of these terrifying iron balls hanging on your body, let alone do handstand push-ups on the top of the mast in the wind like Ron.

But the truth is not only that, Ron's feet are supported by a thin piece of stone slab, and his hands and feet are handcuffed. Judging from the blue-gray material, these are all seastone!
As a fruit user, he was restrained by seastone, carried nearly thirty tons of weight, and did handstand push-ups at the top of the mast in the howling wind!
If Ron hadn't really done such a thing, and someone else had told them, the soldiers would have just slapped him in the face to wake him up.

"Monster!"

A soldier passing by looked up and asked the patrolling brother, "How many have Lieutenant General Ron done? I remember he started before dawn this morning, right?"

"Well...I forgot about that!"

The soldier shrugged, and suddenly his eyes lit up. He pulled over the janitor who was cleaning the deck and asked, "Hey, Terry, do you know how many Lieutenant General Ron made?"

"There are still 173 left... 172 to make 10000."

The soldier who was held back rolled his eyes and said indignantly: "My name is Rhett, not Terry!"

Two soldiers: "..."

At the top of the mast, every blow of the strong wind would make Ron lose his balance. In this process, he needed to adjust his muscles and joints all the time to keep himself balanced.

The dripping sweat has dyed the one-meter-long wood at the top of the mast brown, as if it had been washed by water. Compared with the wood below, this part is obviously much brighter.

“9998…!!”

Ron gritted his teeth, and the crackling sound from his trembling arms told him that he was on the verge of his limit, a sound made by bones and muscles unable to bear the pressure. Standing upside down for a long time made his capillaries bleed, and his face was bright red.

Ron propped himself up again, his chest gasping for breath. It took him a long time to catch his breath, then he slowly bent his elbows.

“9999…!!”

Click! !
The thumb, which served as a support point, made a slight sound and bent backwards in a terrifying arc to the back of the hand.

"Ah!"

The severe pain failed to defeat Ron. Instead, he became more ferocious and pressed down again.

"10000!!!"

Broken bone fragments were inserted into the small circle at the top of the mast, and blood was flowing from his fingers. With the momentum generated by the last push, Roan jumped back and fell to the deck.

The iron ball weighing several tons fell from the sky, squeezing the air like a substance, and it was fierce. But the soldiers below did not panic. It only takes seven days for people to develop a habit. Anyone who has to experience this kind of scene every day for half a month will get used to it.

Sure enough, at the same time as the iron ball fell, Ron had already taken out the key from the folds of his belt and inserted it accurately and quickly into the seastone handcuffs on his hands and feet.

Ding, ding, ding, ding!

The four handcuffs opened rhythmically, and the next moment, there was a flash of lightning, and the iron ball suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Boom!
Ron knelt on one knee, shook his hands, and controlled the iron ball to fall lightly.

Magnetism is not his specialized research area, and the development of electromagnetic barriers is only a necessary extension and is not very powerful.

But having developed the Thunder Fruit to its current level, even if it is just incidental power, lifting a few iron balls is still easy.

After doing all this, Ron stood up, took the towel and hot water handed to him by the respectful soldier beside him, and thought secretly.

"My physical strength has almost reached its limit, and the only thing left is hard work. Apart from coordination and flexibility, there is no better way to improve my strength for the time being."

"The development of the fruit has also reached a bottleneck. The experience gained from the battle with the Golden Lion is still a little short of awakening. The awakening of the natural system can permanently change the climate, but the ability of the fruit is limited by the user's own physical fitness. One is the endless nature, and the other is the limited human strength. Isn't this a contradiction?" "What is missing?"

Ron scowled.

The awakening of the fruit was put on the agenda as early as the battle with Doflamingo, but no matter how hard he practiced, as his thunder became stronger, he was getting further and further away from awakening.

"Is he going to awaken his microcosm? Isn't this a distraction?"

Ron smiled self-deprecatingly and suddenly noticed that the eyes of the soldier next to him fell on his hands.

While he was thinking, his broken thumb healed rapidly. The broken bone fragments crawled back along the muscle texture like a reverse movie, and were then wrapped together by the muscle.

Faced with this unreasonable scene, the soldier's eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost!

"What are you looking at?"

Suddenly, a distant question echoed in the soldier's ears, causing him to answer subconsciously: "I'm looking at God... Uh! Sorry, Lieutenant General!"

The soldier quickly came to his senses and stood at attention with an embarrassed look.

"Okay, is there nothing else to do? Tell everyone to get ready, we're about to leave the doldrums."

"Yes!!"

Wow!
The sails were lowered, and the navigation team busily took out the compass and nautical chart that had not been used for a long time to determine the location of the warship.

The towering Qilin tore through the sea, rolled up white waves, and sailed into the East China Sea. Instantly, a clear sigh of relief came from the deck.

The Doldrums, like the Grand Line, have no four seasons, but the Grand Line has islands of spring, summer, autumn and winter, while the Doldrums only has heat.

After leaving the doldrums, the soldiers felt a refreshing coolness when facing the warm summer breeze blowing from the sea.

"Where is the nearest naval base?"

Ron came to the cabin where the navigator was. The flying squirrel had already arrived. Looking at the East China Sea layout map with thumbnails pinned on the table, Ron knew that the flying squirrel had already made a plan.

"Originally, I wanted to start from Branch 173 and go around in a circle to end in Roger Town."

The flying squirrel raised his head with a helpless look. The bald spots on both sides of his Mohawk hairdo were very dazzling in the brightly lit command room. "It turns out that the doldrums don't distinguish directions. The location we left is a bit different from the planned location. The closest one is the East China Sea 153rd Branch."

"Then let's go there!"

Ron glanced at the sea map. The distance between 153 and 173 was quite far. It would be foolish to go back. Fortunately, 153 was on the established route, and he could still reach Rogue Town after going around.

"If all else fails, we'll have to split up into teams. You take some people to 173, and I'll wait for you out front."

"no!"

Before he finished speaking, the flying squirrel decisively rejected the proposal.

Zhan Guo had told him to keep an eye on Ron.

Although the East China Sea is the weakest sea in the eyes of pirates, it is a symbol of peace in the eyes of the navy. If Ron makes a big noise here, the flying squirrel will be ashamed to face Garp and Sengoku when he returns.

Ron rolled his eyes at this.

"Being on guard against me is like being on guard against thieves. Is it necessary?!"

The flying squirrel didn't say anything, just looked at him quietly.

Ron: "..."

Gan!
Staying up late to write is not without its benefits. At 1 a.m., I received a message from the backend that the book was free. However, it was not free for the client, but for the Android browser, and it was only free for one day. After half a month, it was finally recommended. Thanks to the editor Ruoye for the arrangement!
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