The most courageous pirate hunter

In addition, Hermes also set his sights on Elizabeth II's King's Punch, which is said to be able to kill a Yonko with a single punch after an hour of warm-up.

Regardless of whether it's boasting or not, these are the kinds of combat methods Hermes desperately needs right now, even if they have significant flaws.

After all, Hermes had very few fighting methods.

Her ultimate move involves using the Mini-Fruit to shrink and enter the enemy's body, then attacking from the inside. However, this move has some weaknesses. If she is not agile, she might be swatted dead by the enemy like a fly, and that would be more than just a gruesome death.

one day.

Ten days.

One month.

Hermes was devastated.

He spent the entire month at the naval base. When he was hungry, he would go to the kitchen for a hearty meal. When he was tired, he would take a nap in the storeroom. Then he would squat on the parade ground and do physical training with the marines.

No one noticed Hermes' presence during that time.

That ability to shrink is so convenient.

The only ones who might have noticed something amiss were the cooks, since the kitchen often lost a lot of food.

These cooks also tried to stake out the area, but Hermes was one step ahead and they were never caught.

Hermes now knows the entire naval base inside and out; he knows exactly where the bumps are and where the water is.

"Damn it, I'll stay here for another day."

Hermes did gain something from this month. Even the most basic physical training involved many twists and turns. The basic naval training was clearly systematic, which made the results much more efficient.

Even a small action has been improved by many generations of strong naval officers, which is completely the difference between the ancient aristocratic class and the commoner class.

Hermes only needs to follow the example to lay a good foundation, which will make it easier and simpler to learn other physical skills in the future.

He plans to stay there for another day, and then head to the capital tomorrow.

We can't keep wasting time like this.

Like any other day, it was another tedious one.

Hermes couldn't stop cursing, but just when he had given up all hope, the marines who were usually lined up did not gather again, which puzzled Hermes for a moment before he began to pray.

About ten minutes later, seven more people gradually appeared on the playground.

These are five second lieutenants and two first lieutenants in the base. Together with Captain Bastan Yuger, they are the leaders and key personnel of the entire base. If all of these people are wiped out, the base will be leaderless.

Hermes had seen all seven of them.

Some were responsible for training marines, some for patrolling, and some for fighting off pirates and bandits in the surrounding area. In short, they all had their own duties, and Hermes had not seen them cultivate for a month.

Judging from the current situation, it's obvious they're about to start training.

Hermes' intuition told him that an opportunity had arrived.

really.

The seven began basic training, then started one-on-one brawls, with a variety of dazzling visual battles that excited Hermes.

This is something that ordinary marines cannot compare to.

It's practically the difference between a novice and an expert.

Those who can become generals are not ordinary people, leaving aside those who get in through connections.

The only pity is that neither side went all out; it was just a friendly sparring match, not a full-blown fight. Otherwise, the fighting style would have been completely different. But even so, it was like watching a blockbuster movie.

This isn't watching a movie; it's observing it up close.

Every punch lands hard, and the wind blows fiercely.

The sparks from clashing weapons are so captivating.

This damn allure of combat is the romance that men crave.

Hermes absorbed it like a sponge, finding it incredibly captivating just to look at it.

This is just a duel between lieutenants; it's hard to imagine what the battles of those at the top of the pyramid would be like.

Damn it!

Damn it! ! !

This romance and charm....

Chapter 6 [He's a professional at stealing techniques...]

"Point to the gun."

A strong wind was blowing in all directions.

The two lieutenants clashed and retreated, then in the next moment, like tigers descending a mountain, one of them brought his index and middle fingers together, his muscles tense and gathering some kind of power, and thrust out with lightning speed.

Clang! ! !

Sparks flew as the metal clashed, and another lieutenant raised his longsword, narrowly managing to block the attack.

The ground beneath their feet caved in, and then their knees collided, creating distance between them.

Hastily!

Hermes, who was observing almost up close, was shouting in his heart at that moment.

Six styles.

Is it the Six Styles, or the Six Styles with super destructive and offensive power, the power he lacks most right now?

"It's been like this for months!"

The lieutenant who had previously used the finger gun was somewhat annoyed, looking at his fingers and sighing.

I've been learning finger-gun from the captain for almost three years now. I made great progress at first, but gradually it became difficult to make any further progress. I don't know how long it will take for me to develop the finger strength to flick bullets like the captain.

"You've at least gotten to the basics, while I'm still completely clueless!"

The other lieutenant next to him shrugged.

Learning the Six Styles is not an opportunity every marine can have; it requires certain qualifications, connections, and contributions. After all, in the vast organization of the Navy, there are hierarchical and regulated procedures.

It's fair to say that being able to learn the Six Styles at the rank of Second Lieutenant is something that is extraordinary and requires special consideration and contribution.

But there are exceptions.

For example, it's not unacceptable for an officer to train his subordinates or to take a liking to a particular marine.

But those who possess this right must be some lieutenant commanders or higher-ranking officers in the Navy Headquarters.

"That's already pretty good. It took me more than two years to even get the basics of finger guns."

A rough yet gentle voice approached from afar; it belonged to Bastan Yuger, the highest-ranking officer at the naval base.

"Captain."

Several second lieutenants and first lieutenants saluted.

Everyone's eyes held respect and a touch of admiration.

"As expected of Captain, it only took him a little over two years."

"I wish I had talent as strong as Captain."

The two lieutenants sighed.

"Don't underestimate yourself. Talent may play a part, but hard work and sweat are more important. Compared to those adults in headquarters, I don't even have the chance to compare myself."

The two lieutenants' sighs were not uncommon for Bastan. There are always people better than you, and there is always something beyond your understanding. He may be the strongest in this place, but in the entire naval system, he is like a grain of sand, not even qualified to make a ripple, let alone in the world.

"It's getting late, time to begin the month-long training cycle."

Unlike the daily training of other soldiers, they basically gather together every month to verify their practice, and finally, Bastan explains some practice-related issues.

There is also the Finger Gun, one of the Six Styles of Guidance.

This is considered special treatment.

As usual, the two lieutenants joined forces to fight Bastan, once again engaging in a dazzling and romantic battle.

The level of excitement has been raised to another level.

Finally, the group sat cross-legged on the ground, and several lieutenants asked them some questions.

"Captain, why does my finger gun always feel a bit out of place?"

"They lack a lot in both strength and speed."

Faced with these questions, Bastan pondered for a moment before speaking.

"Finger gun is an offensive technique among the six styles. It has the power of a gun. It concentrates the strength of the whole body on the index finger and releases a shot in the blink of an eye with the hardened finger. When practiced to a certain level, it can easily penetrate the human body. At a deeper level, it can even make steel as soft as tofu."

The concentration of power is not limited to the index finger; it can also be achieved by the middle finger, little finger, and all ten fingers. In some cases, even the toes can exert tremendous penetrating force.

This is just the basic application of finger guns. The truly powerful aspect is the finger force that travels out of the body, which can easily pierce a person's skull from a kilometer away, possessing extremely strong long-range striking power.

Some of the generals in this unit could flick their fingers with explosive force like a cannonball.