On a remote beach in Marlin Frodo, the clouds were level with the line of sight. The blue sky seemed to be within reach, and the white sand under their feet was very soft.
The warm sea breeze blew past their faces, bringing a comfortable coolness. Coconuts were hanging from coconut trees all over the beach.
This was definitely a good place for camping, but Ze Long was doing something that would spoil the scenery. He was desperately using the razor! They stepped on the beach dozens of times per second, causing deep pits to appear everywhere on the beautiful beach.
"Ah!"
He desperately hit the trunk of a coconut tree, hitting it up to 50 times per second.
Boom!
The coconut tree finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell to the ground.
Ze Long sat on the ground, gasping for breath. He seemed to have hit a bottleneck. His strength, speed, equipment, and sixth sense were all stuck.
Would he really be able to stand out among the many naval academies participating in the test tomorrow?
Difficult. Putting everything else aside, based on the One Piece storyline that Ze Long could recall, at least two of the students who participated in this year's naval academy should be stronger than him.
One of them was Smog, the Vice Admiral who had yet to be activated. He was the possessor of the Nature Element Demon Fruit, the Smoke Fruit. The Nature Element Demon Fruit was like a cheat. It might be countered by others at the peak of combat power, but it was almost invincible in the middle and lower levels of the navy. It ignored ordinary damage. Moreover, the Nature Element Fruit improved one's physical fitness very quickly, so Smog was also a star seed student of this batch.
The other was the owner of the Ancient Animal Type Dragon-Dragon Fruit, the Tyrannosaurus-shaped fruit, X Drake. Ze Long didn't know much about him, only that his father was a navy rear admiral.
He did not know how many other hidden experts there were, so his current strength was still a question mark. If he could break through some today, his chances of success tomorrow would be even greater.
Taking a deep breath, Ze Long stood up and prepared to repeat today's high-intensity training.
"Hey, little brat, what are you doing? It's such a good day. It's great to have a drink and enjoy the wind. Find a girl and talk about how good life is. You don't have to waste your energy here. You'll understand when you grow up?" An old voice, but with a cynical attitude, sounded.
Ze Long looked at the person who spoke, and at the same time, he was shocked. His sixth sense of the small universe had just awakened, and he could cover the perception and cold air within 200 meters at any time. How could he not notice that there was already a person standing beside him?
It was an old man with white hair and beard. He was dressed in coarse clothes and was very short. He was almost as tall as the 11-year-old Ze Long. He was holding a walking stick in his hand and wearing a tattered navy cap that he had picked up from somewhere. His small eyes were staring at Ze Long.
Ze Long didn't pay much attention to this old man. Perhaps he was too focused just now and didn't notice a sloppy old man beside him.
"Old man, I'm cultivating. You'd better stay away, or I'm afraid I'll hurt you!”Ze Long politely said to the old man who was less than two meters away from him.
"Hahaha, you're cultivating. I thought you were a cattle. Only cattle are like you, but cattle sweat every day. Do you know why?" The old man spoke slowly but firmly.
Ze Long suddenly felt enlightened. He knew that he had met an expert, so he walked up and bowed respectfully.
"Please teach me!"
"Hahaha, it's been a long time since I've seen such a polite child. The last time I saw him was fifty years ago.”
The old man's aged body suddenly bent down and charged forward. He waved his cane gently at the sea, and sword qi swept across, cutting the sea open. This was something that only top-notch sword heroes could do, but this old man did it easily.
But it wasn't over yet. The old man gently stretched out a hand and pointed at the sky. Slowly, his entire arm turned pitch-black. What was even more shocking was that the aura of the armed color flowed on the surface of his skin as if it had come alive. Finally, it slowly compressed at his fingertips. All the aura of the armed color on his entire arm was compressed into a small pitch-black ball the size of a fingernail, floating at his fingertips.
"Go!"
This little black ball instantly flew in front of Ze Long and stopped. It was only a few millimeters away from Ze Long's temple. Ze Long couldn't feel how the little black ball moved at all. It was too terrifying. Ze Long instantly broke out in cold sweat.
"Come back!"
The small ball returned to his fingertips like magic, and once again, it turned into an armed color that covered his entire body.
"Old man, what are you trying to tell me?”
Ze Long said gloomily.
He had thought that he would be like the protagonist in a novel, encountering an old man who was crying and shouting to teach him a peerless martial art. He did not expect that the old man did have a peerless martial art, but he only took it out to show it off and then left.
The old man walked away step by step with his walking stick. When he was about to disappear, he said,"Brat, the limit. Any ability that is trained to the limit is a powerhouse. Your training is far from reaching the limit!”
Ze Long fell into deep thought. His daily training was like doing homework, 1000 push-ups, 1000 frog jumps, 1000 punches, and so on. He was really like an old cow plowing the land. He only needed to complete his tasks every day. He was still secretly happy in his heart, thinking that this was the power of perseverance.
He had never known where his body's limits were. He only felt that as long as he persisted, he would succeed. If it was that simple, the navy would probably produce countless experts every year.
Come on, let's punch to the limit first!
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