One Piece: Trying 200 times harder, but being too overbearing.

K.O!

The entire battle lasted less than 10 seconds.

"Hey, Loya? Are you still conscious?"

In a daze, it seemed as if someone was slapping his face.

Loya's pupils gradually focused, and in his field of vision, Finch was pouting, getting closer and closer to his face, as if trying to resuscitate him with artificial respiration.

"Stop, I'm fine!"

Loya raised his hand to cover Finch's mouth, struggled to sit up, covered his forehead, and tried hard to recall the battle that had just taken place.

It looks like he was knocked down by a single punch?

Even though he clearly saw the trajectory of Fenbdi's dodge and punch, he was too forceful and his body didn't have time to adjust his posture to defend.

In addition, was his attack intention too obvious, which is why he was easily caught by Finbdy and knocked out with one punch?

Save some power when you throw a punch, be ready to change your move at any time, and add some feints.

It seems I've gotten a bit cocky lately. It's just that I performed well in training; I'm still a long way from becoming a qualified soldier!

"Brother Di, let's practice again tomorrow!"

It's midnight.

world.

A new ring has been added next to the training ground, and Finnbjerg stands in the center of the ring, like a champion waiting for a challenger.

"Just as I expected."

Loya clenched his fist in excitement.

The "world" can truly record the battle process!

This means that not only Finbdi, but also other marines and officers in the branch can become his sparring partners.

Maybe pirates could too.

Even in the distant future, it is possible that one might actually receive Kaido's "Thunder Bagua" teaching package in the "world"!

Chapter 12 My fists are itching for a fight

Late at night, at the "World" training ground.

Loya tiptoed and swung the jump rope rapidly with both hands. Because the speed was so fast, the jump rope could no longer be seen and even formed a circular area around his body.

If you approach without permission, you will definitely be whipped by the invisible jump rope.

After half an hour.

Loya slowed down and stopped, took a big gulp of water, and then picked up a towel to wipe the sweat off his body.

"The current training volume should be three times that of an ordinary marine."

Loya made an estimate.

As his physique grew, "The World" could now sustain itself for five hours a day, and his training volume and intensity continued to increase.

We are one step closer to our 200-fold goal.

The last half hour.

Loya put on his boxing gloves and headed toward the fighting ring with great fighting spirit.

He could sense that his physical abilities were not much different from Fenbdi's; the difference between them was purely in combat experience.

That guy's parents were also in the Navy, and he received professional physical training from a young age. If he hadn't been so lazy, he wouldn't have been thrown into Branch 153.

Loya stood in front of Fenbudi, took a deep breath, and thought, "Haoyougen, is he? Now is the time to avenge this humiliation!"

"Damn it, come at me head-on!"

"Haoyougen!!!"

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Time passes day by day.

In a corner of the training field, Loya and Finbdi were engaged in a fierce fight, each covered in bruises and their faces swollen like pig heads.

"Oh!"

Their fists crossed and struck each other's cheeks simultaneously, causing the faces to tremble like waves from the impact.

"Ugh... Pfft!"

Two molars flew into the sky.

"stop!"

Finbuddy staggered backward, clutching his swollen mouth and quickly called for a stop, his eyes filled with disbelief as he looked at Loya.

It's only been a week, right?

Why did Loya progress so quickly?

No, he could understand that Loya was making rapid progress, as he was naturally a quick learner. But why did this kid completely understand his attack patterns, as if they had fought each other countless times?

Even though they now share bunk beds, they eat together, shower together, go to the toilet together, go outside for fresh air and smoke together, and discuss which woman in Shields is pretty.

But it shouldn't be completely seen through!

Some attack moves are very effective the first time they are used, but become useless the next day, and may even be exploited by Loya to launch a counterattack.

This unscientific.

Also, what is this kid's body made of? Every time he gets beaten so badly he can't get up, he's still full of energy and jumping around the next day.

If this continues, it probably won't be long before he can't beat the little brother he raised. How will he maintain his image as the big brother then?

No more fighting!

"Loya!"

With a serious expression, Finnbdi said, "Let's end the practical training here. I have nothing more to teach you."

"Ok?"

A question mark appeared on Loya's forehead.

What did you teach me?

You want me to get beaten up?

You've been beating me up so much these past few days, and it looked like I was about to turn the tables, but then you suddenly said you didn't want to fight anymore?

What a joke! Do you know what I've been through these past few days? Do you know how badly you beat me up in the "world"?

Hundreds of my front teeth have been knocked out!

Do you even know?! Do you even know?!

You fucking don't know!

Loya's gaze was icy: "Dige, that's not fair of you!"

"Cough cough!"

Fenbdi shrank back, coughed, and chuckled awkwardly, "I'll cover all your cigarettes for the next month?"

"make a deal!"

I guess you're a wise boy!

Loya's resentment disappeared.

Just as the two were about to leave, three marines blocked their way. The leader, a crew-cut marine, was over two meters tall and quite strong.

"Hey, newbie!"

"you are?"

Loya did not recognize the other person.

"Linus, Iron Hand Linus!"

Linus's veins were bulging. He was quite well-known in the branch, but he didn't expect that Loya didn't recognize him at all.

"You bastard, are you underestimating me?"

"No."

Loya shook his head; he truly didn't recognize him.

Among the marines, he could count the names he could remember on one hand, and they were all the kind he would forget as soon as he turned his head.

My eyes glanced at the other person's shoulder; there were three stripes, so he must be a veteran. I wondered how skilled he was.

"Senior Linus, what is it?"

"No big deal."

Linus clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking, and said with ill intent, "Newbie, I've noticed you've been doing a lot of intensive combat training lately. How about we try something different? I'll be your opponent."