Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

There isn't a single hole on it.

"..." Isaac collapsed forward in despair, his body turning ashen.

Ignoring the fallen Isaac, he continued, "Gilbert... 170 rings."

Gilbert: "..."

The truth is clear: all of Isaac's bullets hit Gilbert's target.

Violet ran over to Isaac, who was still lying on the ground, and tugged at his clothes with her little hand.

"What's wrong?" Isaac's voice sounded listless.

“Mr. Isaac, please take me with you when you go to the front lines.” Violet’s tone suddenly became firm.

"Why suddenly..."

"Mr. Isaac's marksmanship is so bad, he'll definitely cause trouble if he goes to the front lines, so please take me with you."

"..."

I feel terrible and want to cry.

Isaac, he can't rise again.

Seeing Gilbert trying to suppress his laughter, Isaac desperately wanted to rush up and punch him.

“Isaac, I’m curious how you became a colonel with such terrible marksmanship,” Barnett asked directly.

“I used to use alchemy and a knife to fight back…” Isaac was still not recovered from the blow.

Speaking of Isaac's marksmanship, he was a legend in the Brix Army back in the day, and everyone gave him a nickname because of his 'superb' marksmanship.

Things like 'human body outline', 'saving lives', and 'enemy infiltrator'.

As a result, Olivia didn't allow him to carry a gun on the battlefield, giving him only a military knife and telling him to fend for himself. This is also why Isaac's knife skills were so formidable.

"Has Isaac always been such a bad shot?"

“No, not exactly.” Isaac stood up and replied, lifting one side of his bangs to reveal his mechanical eye.

"I just turned off one of the features."

Chapter 41: The Despicable Foreigner

"A mechanical eye?" Barnett was surprised when he saw Isaac's mechanical eye. "Has Amestris' technology reached this level?"

“It wasn’t mass-produced; I’m the only one who owns it right now.” Isaac adjusted the mechanical eye.

"Back then, this eye was made with the help of many talented people—the Rockbells, the crystal alchemist Tim Marco, and the life-binding alchemist Shaw Tucker.

Although mechanical eyes, like mechanical armor, are based on neural connection technology, the visual imaging system requires direct connection to the brain, thus necessitating the use of alchemy.

'Crystal' was willing to help him because Isaac deliberately let him escape on the Ishvalan battlefield, so he agreed to help Isaac as a thank you. As for 'Destiny,' Isaac only helped him pass the State Alchemist's annual exam using his research materials, so his reward was obvious.

Medical alchemy, chimera alchemy, and modern medicine combined to create Isaac's current mechanical eye.

"What are its functions?" Barnett asked. Since so many talented people were involved in creating this eye, it must have some special features.

"of course."

As he spoke, Isaac picked up the rifle he had been using earlier, stood even further away than when he had been shooting, and prepared to fire.

Gilbert, seeing this, had already moved far away. He seriously doubted that with Isaac's terrible marksmanship, a bullet might suddenly drift towards him.

Bang, bang, bang...

After firing ten shots, Barnett had someone bring the target over.

"...One hundred rings! And the bullet holes almost overlapped!" Barnett looked at Isaac in astonishment. This boy who knew absolutely nothing about using a gun had just achieved such a score.

How did you do that?

"Because this mechanical eye is directly connected to the brain's nerves, it provides me with three functions every time I use it: 'eagle eye vision,' 'dynamic capture,' and 'body adjustment.'"

"When firing, the three parameters will adjust themselves, and after the vision captures the target, the body will naturally assume the most correct grip posture. I call this function 'auto-aim'."

That's an almost cheating ability.

"...Then your shooting training is over."

Barnett felt that there was absolutely no need for the two of them to continue training their marksmanship today. Violet was already incredibly skilled, and as for Isaac... with his mechanical eyes, what was there to fear? As for training separately without his mechanical eyes... that would be a waste of time and pointless.

Next, Barnett led the two to the middle of the training field.

"Next, I will train your mixed martial arts skills."

After saying that, he looked around and shouted, "Corporal McKee, step forward!"

"Yes, instructor!" The soldier who had just been training nearby stepped forward.

"Go and call three men over here to spar with this kid." He said, pointing at Isaac.

"This boy?" Corporal McGee sized up Isaac.

Its delicate skin and tender flesh are easily broken.

"Excuse me for speaking frankly, sir, I can handle this kid by myself!" Corporal McGee didn't take Isaac seriously at all.

“Really? Well then, if you win, I’ll give you two days off.” After a pause, Barnett added, “If you lose, your training load will triple.”

"Okay! No problem, instructor." McGee was excited, feeling that his rare vacation was about to begin, and he could finally be freed from the tedious training.

However, he didn't notice that Barnett's old face was now grinning like a fox.

“Isaac, you should spar with him.” After saying that, he leaned close to him and whispered, “Alchemy is not allowed, weapons are not allowed, and you are not allowed to use your mechanical eye.”

“No problem.” He gave Barnet an OK sign and walked over to the corporal.

"Kid, don't blame me if you get hurt later," he said, already getting into a fighting stance.

“Come on, baby~” Isaac made a very provocative gesture.

"Damn it!" McGee was furious, veins bulging on his forehead, and charged forward, sweeping a whip kick at Isaac.

Isaac didn't move. Suddenly, he pointed behind McGee and shouted, "Lieutenant General Bastian? What are you doing here?"

McKee, who had just been looking fierce, stopped abruptly, turned around, and saluted: "Greetings! Lieutenant General!"

But when I turned around, I found no one there.

Realizing something was wrong, before he could even turn around, he was kicked in the butt by Isaac, fell to the ground, and was pinned to the ground with an armbar.

"You despicable scoundrel!"

"fnndp, that's called strategy, you stupid idiot."

"Stop!"

At that moment, Barnett came over and pulled the two apart.

"Isaac, can't we win using some normal methods?"

"This is a very effective tactic, and I think it's very reasonable."

"...That round doesn't count, let's start over!"

McGee stood up again, glaring angrily at Isaac.

"I definitely won't fall for your tricks this time!"

"Oh." Isaac picked his nose and ignored him.

"You bastard..."

Barnett spoke up from the side: "Then when I say 'begin,' you begin. Ready, go!

The instant the word "beginning" fell, Isaac darted forward and rushed in front of McGee, delivering a powerful knee strike to his abdomen before McGee could react.

"Pfft!" McGee took a knee strike head-on and fell to the ground, clutching his stomach, and didn't get up.

"What else is there to say now?"

"..." McGee, who was a little short of breath from the blow, didn't say anything and was still clutching his stomach.

"Corporal McGee, you lost to a teenager, so you don't mind tripling your training load, right?"

“No…” McGee said slowly, having recovered a little. This time he was not unconvinced. Although Isaac was suspected of ambushing him, the boy was superior to him in both reaction speed and strength.

"Instructor, who's this kid?"

"Isaac? I can't tell you that for now. After you've rested, go find three people to come over."

"Yes, instructor!" McGee had no objections. His fighting skills were considered excellent in the training ground, but he never expected to be defeated by a teenager today.

Feeling he had rested enough, McGee went over to call some people over.

A few minutes later.

McGee was followed by a dozen or so people. When Barnet saw them, he asked, "Didn't I tell you to call three over? Why are there so many?"

Just as McKee was about to speak, a soldier next to him spoke first:

"Reporting, Instructor, we came here on our own. We want to know who this boy is who can beat Corporal McGee?"

Barnett also glanced at the dozen or so people who were coming over.

Without exception, they were among the most skilled fighters in the entire training ground.

"It's time to let these arrogant people see what's what."

Chapter 42: Crossdressing is impossible

These soldiers were among the best in the entire training ground in terms of combat skills, and they were eager to see who had taken down McGee.

The soldiers had witnessed McGee's fighting skills firsthand; he was certainly no weaker than them.

"McGee, have you been spending all your energy on women these past few days? You can't even beat a child."

"Could they have loosened the water supply?"

The soldiers couldn't understand why McGee lost to Isaac.

"You think you're so great? If you're so good, then you do it!" McGee shouted directly at those who were mocking him.

"I'm on, I'm on!"

"Who's afraid of who!"