One Piece: Starting with Breathing Techniques

Chapter 162 Be My Son!

The small boat sped through the air, its hull empty except for a huge, bulging package.

Sudden.

"Whoosh—!"

The calm sea was suddenly broken as a lithe figure covered in water droplets rose from the water and flew out.

At this moment, Kilo was shirtless, his body covered in seawater and fine beads of sweat, his muscles sculpted and flowing, and white steam rising from his body.

He exhaled a breath of stale air, took a deep breath of fresh air in the air, flipped over and jumped back onto the small boat, and grabbed a towel to wipe away his sweat.

The pressure at the bottom of the ocean is indeed impressive and very helpful for training.

With Kiro's current physical condition, simple training and exercise can no longer make any progress for him. Even the Burning Heaven and Boiling Sea Technique, which evolved from the Breath of the Sun, is becoming increasingly slow in improving his physical condition.

As his strength grows, Kilo has a growing premonition.

His current physique is probably approaching a mysterious bottleneck, and he is getting closer to the limit of this body.

Indeed, thanks to the breathing technique he obtained from Demon Slayer, and after further deduction and years of continuous practice, Kiro, whose bone age is only 19, has already vaguely touched the limit of his body's potential.

After all, the original owner was just an ordinary person with average talent, not a giant or fishman with innate divine strength, and the upper limit of his physical potential had already begun to show.

If you want to go further, consistent training won't be very effective; you'll probably need to find another way.

After resting for a while, Kilo lay back on the small boat, gazing at the azure sky, his mind clear and filled with the leisure of relaxation.

With the major worry of Ginny's arrest resolved, a huge weight was finally lifted from his heart.

At least his arrival effectively prevented this tragedy from happening.

According to Kiro's memories of the original work, nothing major will happen in the pirate world in the short term. At most, some pirates will make a name for themselves, or a powerful force will emerge in the New World, etc.

None of that matters!

This period without major events also means that Kilo has plenty of time to improve himself and acquire more points!

Perhaps this opportunity will allow him to start accumulating the resources to counter Im earlier!

The immediate goal is undoubtedly to find the Golden Lion and turn this legend of the old era into points for themselves.

Although Kiro is now confident that he can defeat most of the world's strongest people, he is still haunted by a sense of unease.

This world isn't a fair arena. What if Im can't stand it anymore and attacks him directly?

Even someone as strong as Rocks could simultaneously face Garp and Roger at their peak and hold his own, making him practically the ceiling of world power.

Yet even such a ruthless and powerful figure couldn't inflict much damage on Im!

It's easy to imagine just how outrageous Im's abilities are!

Although the other party's black transformation has certain restrictions, which may be related to their hometown, Kiro dared not gamble on whether the black transformation would work on him.

If one wrong move is made and Im gains control of the Black Formation, all the hard work and accumulation of his three lifetimes will be destroyed in an instant, and everything will come to an end.

This is why, even though Kiro had already become a formidable powerhouse and could have comfortably returned to the Revolutionary Army headquarters to enjoy life, he still traveled thousands of miles to train and seek out opponents.

Kiro looked somewhat worried and let out a long sigh, but his keen Observation Haki suddenly stirred.

He sensed something and looked up at a giant ship that was gradually coming into view.

The ship is shaped like a beluga whale, with a length-to-width ratio significantly different from ordinary pirate ships. Its massive size is like that of a real whale, and its imposing presence resembles a towering mountain sailing towards you.

Behind the flagship, four secondary ships followed, all of which were enormous vessels of extraordinary size.

On each of these ships, a conspicuous pirate flag was displayed, with a long, pure white crescent-shaped beard in the center of the skull.

Kiro squinted at the highly recognizable pirate flag, somewhat surprised.

He recognized it; the flagship was the renowned Moby Dick.

And the fleet in front of us is undoubtedly the renowned Whitebeard Pirates, famous for their formidable strength!

Kiro frowned as he watched the Whitebeard Pirates slowly approaching him.

He wasn't worried that the Whitebeard Pirates would make a move, but he was somewhat surprised.

How could he possibly run into the Whitebeard Pirates when the New World is so vast?

To be honest, this kind of luck is a bit too outrageous.

Kilo hesitated for a moment, but did not conceal the powerful aura emanating from him. He slightly changed the direction of the small boat and flew towards the Moby Dick.

As the two sides gradually closed in distance, a powerful voice suddenly boomed from the ship.

"Since we're already here, why not come aboard and have a chat?"

Hearing the white-bearded man's strong voice, Kiro raised an eyebrow. He wasn't surprised that the other party had discovered him. Instead, he smiled and steered the small boat towards the Moby Dick.

As they drew closer, they could see a group of tense pirates staring intently at them from the extremely spacious deck of the Moby Dick.

An extremely burly and strong figure was sitting on a huge chair in the center of the deck, drinking heartily from a wine jug.

Upon seeing Kiro arrive, the white-bearded man wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth, his eyes bright and alert, making it impossible to tell that he was an elderly pirate.

Hahahaha!

"This is clearly a big shot with a bounty of billions, yet he travels in such a small boat?"

"Kilo, you're very interesting!"

Whitebeard's voice was deep and hearty. He waved to signal the pirates around him to put down their weapons and was looking at Kiro with great interest.

Kiro shrugged noncommittally.

"The mode of transportation doesn't matter, as long as you reach your destination."

"—Whitebeard, I can't believe I've run into you here!"

Kiro looked up, sizing up the white-bearded man before him, somewhat surprised.

Even though the white-bearded man was sitting in a chair, he was still nearly two or three meters taller than Kiro, who was standing.

Compared to his frail and aged state years later, the white-bearded man now exudes a domineering aura of a powerful ruler, and his physical condition appears to be very healthy, without any of those convoluted life support devices or ventilators around him.

Despite the numerous scars covering his body, they added a touch of ruthlessness to the white-bearded man's already domineering aura.

The white-bearded man also lowered his head, looking Kiro up and down, somewhat moved.

At such a young age—how can someone possess such a formidable aura?!

Looking at Kilo's sharp eyes, he suddenly burst into laughter, his gaze intense.

"Kilo————"

"Be my son!"