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

Smoker paused for a moment, then shook his head.

"It would be quite impressive to learn even one move and six techniques in just three months. In fact, the training camp is only to select talented marines to prepare them for joining the headquarters' recruit camp."

"No, there seems to be such a person."

"I heard that there is a super genius in the government who is one in 800 years. He mastered all six styles during the training. I don't know if it's true or not."

Smoker pursed his lips, not really believing the rumors. Each of the six moves was incredibly difficult, let alone all six moves.

Let alone three months, three years would be a long shot!

Few of these geniuses, who had undergone intensive training and spent three years in the main recruit training camp, were able to master all six styles.

"It would be really fun if I could master all six styles!"

Loya's eyes burned with excitement, and he felt a long-lost sense of motivation.

Staying in the small East China Sea, he always lacked an accurate assessment of his own strength. Even after defeating the strongest, A Long, he still felt uncertain.

But if you can master all six techniques, you should be able to go toe-to-toe with those pirates with bounties of over 100 million!

Is Chapter 76 legitimate?

On the first day of the new day, there were 500 new recruits at the branch's training ground. More than 400 of them had their heads shaved and looked listless, as if their lives had lost their color.

Trendy hairstyle, earrings and necklace, ripped jeans

All gone.

It's even more painful than killing them.

But the worst was yet to come.

"Snapped!"

Loya, holding a black leather whip, surveyed the new recruits standing at attention. Anyone who dared to move even slightly would be lashed out with the whip.

"Cheer up!"

"Head up! Chest out! Stomach in!"

"Anyone who moves will be beaten to death!"

"Snapped!"

"Awooo!!!"

Early in the morning, cries of anguish, choked with sobs, rose and fell.

Loya showed no mercy to these young men who couldn't even stand up straight, treating them like convicts.

Noon, 12 o'clock.

The scorching sun beat down on the earth.

The new recruits all went to the mess hall, leaving only Bartolomeo in the center of the training field, doing push-ups under the scorching sun, his body covered in sweat.

"Damn it, why is my training volume three times that of others?!"

"Because you are their leader, you need to set a good example."

Loya sat leisurely on Bato's back with his legs crossed. Talking back to him and expecting to be comfortable? No way.

Three times the training volume is just the beginning.

"thump!"

Barto collapsed to the ground, exhausted.

"stand up."

"do not want!"

Loya took out a Den Den Mushi.

Barto's eyes were bloodshot, and he angrily propped himself up with his hands.

"Damn it, you win!"

Time passes day by day.

Hanging up and whipping, late-night extra training, standing at attention under the sun, and various other forms of torture were used in turn. The ultimate killing move was locking someone in a dark room, depriving them of sleep and food.

In less than half a month, the recruits' stubbornness was completely worn away, and their legs would tremble uncontrollably whenever they saw Loya.

That look in his eyes conveyed the same meaning.

A demon, absolutely a demon!

Loya handed the blood-stained whip to Tashigi: "Sergeant Tashigi, the training tasks from now on are entirely yours. Crack them when necessary, don't spoil them."

"Yes!"

Tashigi loudly accepted the order.

This was her first official assignment after being promoted to sergeant.

She'll do her best!

In the evening, Loya returned to his dormitory to change into a clean suit, and then left the branch to head to the most bustling execution square in Rogge Town.

In less than a month and a half, he will be heading to the Grand Line for intensive training. Before that, he needs to ensure that Loguetown is functioning properly.

The branch's affairs have been handled by Smoker, with the assistance of Finbdi and Zango, so there shouldn't be any problems.

He needs to go and see how the rectification of the gray industries in Luoge Town is going, especially the gray streets.

Night falls, and the largest red-light district in Rogge opens.

In the past, this place would be busiest at night, with all sorts of people coming here to squander their wealth, including pirates and criminals.

However, since the navy cracked down, the business of each shop has plummeted, and they are earning less than one-tenth of what they used to.

"Prime shop for rent!"

Many shops have signs for rent or transfer posted on their doors, hoping that a fool will take them over.

There were also some scantily clad young women standing pitifully on both sides of the street. When they saw Loya, their eyes lit up and they rushed over one after another.

"Handsome guy, over here!"

Come to me!

"Hey, I was here first!"

"Huh? Whoever grabs it first gets to go!"

Before Loya could react, the girls started arguing, each rolling up their sleeves, looking ready to fight.

Loya watched with great interest.

Intense competition is a sign that the rectification measures have been effective!

Soon, the young lady wearing the number 6 badge won, and without waiting for Luo Ya's consent, she pulled Luo Ya into the foot massage parlor next door.

Loya became interested and cooperated fully.

In a small room on the second floor, Loya lay comfortably on the sofa bed. Soon, the young lady brought over a wooden basin for washing feet, as well as hot white towels, nail clippers, and other items.

Soak your feet first, then massage them.

ten minutes later

The young woman was covered in sweat, and her whole body was pressed down.

"Handsome guy, is that hot?"

"It's okay."

"Then I'll give it my all!"

The young woman's cheeks flushed red, and because she was using too much force, the veins on her arms bulged as she pinched Loya's soles hard.

This was the first time she had ever met a guest with such incredible stamina!

Loya closed his eyes, enjoying the massage. Seeing that it was almost finished, he casually asked, "Are there any other services?"

"Yes, I have!"

Despite being exhausted, the young woman tried to cheer herself up: "Singing, dancing, drinking, playing cards—I can do all of those. As long as you're willing to pay, I'll do anything you ask. But let's make it clear first, there are no special services."

"Wow, this is quite professional."

A smile appeared in Loya's eyes.

"That's not it."

The young woman rolled her eyes, looking rather melancholy: "Before, I could just lie down there and money would come to me by itself, but not anymore."

"If you want to make money, you have to learn everything!"

"I also have to refuse customers' unreasonable demands, otherwise if the boss finds out, I'll lose my job and won't be able to pay the rent."

"I don't want to end up homeless."

It's quite heartbreaking to hear.