One Piece: The user of the Nen-Nen Fruit, who overturned the sea.

The training camp came alive early the next morning.

The new recruits were divided into dozens of small teams and began basic training under the guidance of gene warriors.

In the realm of gravity

Running, push-ups, squats, sparring—starting from the most basic physical fitness, we trained each one until we were as stiff as dead dogs.

"Hurry up! Haven't you eaten?!"

"If you're any slower, get out of Beehive Island!"

"You! It's you! Do 100 more push-ups!"

The gene warriors were all fierce and menacing, like death knells.

Although the new recruits were complaining, none of them dared to slack off—the dozens of corpses from yesterday were still fresh in their minds.

Deep within the training grounds, in that special area where gravity exerts even greater force, lies the true inferno.

Those dozen or so "top students" who managed to hold up under ten times the force of gravity are being "specially cared for" by Barrett.

"Everyone, stand in line!"

Barrett stood before them, arms crossed, his gaze sharp as a knife.

"You think you're so great?"

"Being able to stand under ten times gravity is considered amazing?"

No one dared to speak.

"Let me tell you, it's far from it!"

He pointed to the genetically engineered warriors training in the distance: "Those guys can fight normally under fifteen times gravity. What about you? You can't even stand up straight."

"From today onwards, you will train here."

Only when you can stand under fifteen times gravity will you be qualified to talk about anything else.

Led by Barrett, a dozen people entered a region with 15 times the normal gravity.

The expressions on the faces of those dozen or so people changed instantly.

Some people collapsed to the ground, some gritted their teeth and persevered, and some had trembling legs and were drenched in sweat.

Barrett walked into the gravity field, stood in front of them, and acted as if nothing had happened.

"Today's first lesson—getting a beating."

"Who wants to go first?"

Everyone's face turned green.

In the audience, Roy, Tesoro, Hawkeye, Red Earl, and others sat in a row, watching the training below.

Roy's gaze swept over the dozen or so people, trying to see if there were any promising talents worth nurturing.

"That redhead," Hawkeye suddenly said, "is interesting."

Roy followed his gaze.

A thin young man with a ponytail and a long sword at his waist stood calmly at the edge of the gravitational field.

His name is Kazami, a wandering swordsman from the Western Sea.

Barrett walked up to him: "You want to go first?"

Kazami nodded and drew his sword.

The moment the sword was drawn, Roy raised an eyebrow. So fast.

The sword light was so fast it was almost invisible, and it stabbed seven times in a single breath, each one aimed at Barrett's vital points.

Barrett didn't even try to dodge; his entire body was covered in Armament Haki.

Ding ding ding ding ding ding—!

The seven swords pierced Barrett's body, but didn't even break his skin.

"That's it?" Barrett looked down at him. "Like a tickle."

The wind remained unfazed upon meeting them, but with a sudden change in its stance, it retreated rapidly.

His footwork was unique; with each step he took, a vortex of air would be generated beneath his feet, making him extremely fast.

"This footwork..."

Tesoro let out a sound of surprise.

"It's somewhat similar to the 'Shave' move in the Six Styles, but not exactly the same."

Roy nodded:

"It's really good."

"His swordsmanship is fast, and his footwork is fast, but his strength is too weak."

"His sword struck Barrett like a chopstick poking a metal plate."

Hawkeye silently watched Kazami, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes.

Barrett continued. He casually threw a punch at Kazami; the speed wasn't fast, but the power was terrifying.

Kazami dared not take the attack head-on; instead, a vortex of energy erupted beneath his feet, and he drifted away like a gust of wind.

The fist grazed his shoulder, the force of which stung his face.

"You dodged pretty fast." Barrett grinned and threw another punch.

Kazami continued to hide.

He didn't confront Barrett head-on; he just dodged, like a nimble cat.

Occasionally, he would launch a counterattack, which, although unable to injure Barrett, was always delivered at tricky angles, striking vulnerable spots such as joints and eyes.

Roy nodded secretly in approval. This kid is calm, decisive, not greedy for credit, and not reckless.

He has a solid foundation in swordsmanship and distinctive footwork, but his physique is too weak.

"Hawkeye, you want him?" Roy asked.

Hawkeye was silent for a moment, then slowly nodded: "You can practice."

"Alright, he's yours. Once his physique is stronger, we'll arrange a bloodline transplant for him."

Hawkeye nodded and got up to leave the audience.

He walked to the edge of the training field and called out to Kazami.

Kazami stopped and looked at the legendary world's greatest swordsman with a puzzled expression.

"You'll train with me from now on."

Kazami was stunned. His companions around him were also stunned, their eyes red with envy.

Hawkeye turned and left. Kazami was stunned for a moment, then quickly followed.

The two left the training ground one after the other, leaving behind a trail of envious, jealous, and resentful glances.

Training continues.

Barrett selected a few more people, all of whom were quite strong, but none of them could withstand three moves from him.

Until he pointed to one person—Vakali Bal.

When this person stood up, everyone was startled.

He was over five meters tall, with bulging muscles all over his body and blue veins bulging on his skin.

A giant hybrid.

Barr scratched his head sheepishly, walked up to Barrett, and said in a deep voice, "Nice to meet you."

Barrett threw a punch.

Baal neither dodged nor evaded, but crossed his arms to block.

boom--!!!

Their fists clashed with a dull thud. Baal staggered back five steps, leaving five deep footprints, but he didn't fall.

Barrett's eyes lit up: "Interesting."

He threw another punch, this time with more force. Barr blocked it again, staggered back five steps, his arm went numb, but he still didn't fall.

"Again!"

Barrett used 30% of his strength in his third punch.

The punch landed on Baal, sending him flying backward and crashing into the edge of the gravity field, leaving him dazed and confused.

But after getting up, he wasn't seriously injured.

Barrett nodded in satisfaction: "Good. You stay and train with me from now on."

Baal smiled sheepishly: "Thank you, sir!"

In the audience, Roy nodded as well.

This Baal has top-notch strength, physique, and recovery ability, but his fighting skills are too rough.

If he trains with Barrett for a few years, he'll definitely become a formidable player.

He stood up and walked off the field.

Kazami and Baal were summoned before him.

"Don't resist."

Roy pointed a finger at Fengjian's brow.

The training methods for the Six Styles and the Two-Colored Haki, along with some swordsmanship insights, were directly transmitted into his mind.

Kazami shuddered, closed his eyes, and sweat beaded on his forehead. A few seconds later, he opened his eyes, his gaze filled with shock.

"Thank you, Captain!" he said, kneeling on one knee, his voice trembling.

Roy waved his hand and then touched Baal's forehead.

The same information was passed in.

Baal was stunned for a long while, then his eyes reddened, and he knelt down with a thud: "Captain! I...I will definitely train hard!"

Roy helped him up: "Alright. Go on."

The two turned and left. Kazami followed Hawkeye, while Baal returned to the gravity field to continue honing his physique with Barrett.

In the days that followed, Beehive Island entered a state of high-speed operation.

The more than 4,000 new recruits were divided into several teams.

The first group, consisting of more than ten top students who managed to withstand ten times the force of gravity, was assigned to the "preparatory camp" and personally trained by Barrett.

Every day, they crawl and roll in the gravity field, learning the six styles, practicing domineering aura, and honing their physique.

Although it was incredibly tough, no one complained—because they knew that if they could get through it, they would be eligible for a bloodline transplant.

The second group, those who could withstand the Yamato Conqueror's Haki but collapsed under ten times gravity, were assigned to the "training camp" and trained by gene warriors.

Basic physical fitness, combat skills, teamwork—we'll take it one step at a time. Those who perform well will have the opportunity to advance to the reserve camp.

The third echelon, consisting of peripheral forces, is responsible for patrols, transportation, and logistics.

You won't participate in core combat, but you can still learn some basics. Just follow the rules.

As for the more than one thousand people who were screened out, they were simply sent away and didn't even make it to the outer perimeter.