Amidst the crashing waves and roaring beasts, the boy gave his new life a new name: Sata Sisre.
"Hahahaha, just you wait! The world!"
There was unprecedented excitement in Caesar's eyes. This was his yearning for the future, his yearning for freedom, and his yearning for this magnificent world where the strong preyed on the weak!
He had always been a man of strength. Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone to boxing, and he wouldn't have been abandoned because he refused to fight!
Caesar looked at his fist and said confidently,""My physical talent is definitely not inferior to the Four Emperors of this world, Bigummum. It might even be stronger!”
"Power is everything in this world. Wait for me!”
After saying that, Cecil picked up the wolf skin and walked towards the forest. He was going to start cultivating. He was still too weak now. Only talent was not enough. He had to turn talent into actual strength!
Three months later.
The roars of the beasts rang out continuously in the forest. There was an open space surrounded by dense trees, forming a natural protective circle.
" One thousand eight hundred one, one thousand eight hundred two, one thousand eight hundred three…"
Next to a simple and crude wooden house, a thin and small figure was bare-chested. His well-defined muscles were tightly taut as he cultivated crazily on the ground, doing push-ups at an extremely fast speed.
The time interval between the rise and fall was almost the same.
In the open space a few meters away from Sisre, there were several boulders that were a few meters thick. They looked extremely hard, and there were a few thick ropes wrapped around them.
"2,991, 2,992, 2,993…"
Caesar's face was flushed red from the intense exercise. His forehead was covered in sweat, and the sweat even dripped into his eyes. However, he did not care and kept doing push-ups.
"Three thousand!" Caesar panted heavily as he reported a shocking number in a low voice.
Three thousand push-ups, not three hundred, were done at an extremely fast speed without any breaks.
Perhaps not many of the best soldiers in the navy could do it, but now it was done by an eight-year-old child. It had to be said that it was indeed shocking.
It was definitely inseparable from his monster-like physique. It should be known that Bigumum could kill giants when he was five years old. Moreover, he could achieve achievements that others would never be able to achieve in their lifetime without much cultivation.
Moreover, he had been a pirate for decades without any scars on his body. He was called a 'steel balloon.'
Caesar's physique was not inferior to hers. Furthermore, Caesar had discovered that his recovery ability was not weak in the past three months. Even if he was exhausted from cultivating, he would immediately be full of energy after a big meal.
This was simply Bigumamugakedo's physique. Although he did not know if his injuries could recover like Kaido's " undying body," his stamina would definitely recover quickly. After all, Caesar had not been injured yet.
Now, Caesar's body had grown very fast in the past three months because of his increased appetite and good nutrition. He was now 1.6 meters tall.
"Next, do 3,000 sit-ups.”
After 3,000 push-ups, Caesar did not rest. Instead, he used his feet to buckle on the wooden frame at the side and began the next cultivation project with sweat all over his face.
Training here in the morning, cultivating in the sea in the afternoon, and fighting fierce beasts in the forest at night. This was the training plan that Sisre had set for himself.
This was because the water pressure in the sea could not only train the body, but it could also train the body's coordination, flexibility, control of strength... and most importantly, the will, the limit of a person's endurance in a lack of oxygen.
And actual combat experience was even more essential. Although Chancestry had practiced boxing almost every day, it was not on the same level as the law of the jungle in the pirate world.
Of course, Caesar had not ventured too far into the forest. After all, he was only eight years old. Although he was confident in his own body, he was not so conceited that all the ferocious beasts in the forest could not break through his defense.
He had not grown up yet, but he was confident that he could do it in 20 or 30 years.
A year later, Caesar was already nine years old. He cultivated non-stop every day, and the time he slept and rested did not exceed six hours a day. His strength increased at a speed visible to the naked eye.
As a boxer, Caesar knew that such early high-intensity training would leave aftereffects on his body. However, after training a few times, Caesar had a new understanding of his bug-like body.
Three years later, in the depths of the forest!
"Rumble…"
"Roar…"
The earth shook and dust flew! The beast roared!
"Bang…Bang!"
In the center, a five-story-tall white tiger was engaged in a fierce battle with a 1.7-meter-tall youth. Its ferocious fangs, needle-pricked whiskers, powerful limbs, terrifying claws, and thick tail all showed how powerful it was.
It was one of the strongest ferocious beasts on the island. Most importantly, this ferocious beast emitted a different kind of bloody pressure.
The young man who was fighting it was, of course, the twelve-year-old Caesar.
He had a handsome and resolute face, bright eyes, and sword-like eyebrows. He had a nose bridge that was neither high nor straight, and two thin lips that were slightly pursed. Coupled with his bronze-colored skin, his eight-pack abs were clearly distributed around his abdomen, and the lines of his muscles were distinct. He looked strong and intimidating. Although he was still a little immature, he was definitely a handsome youth!
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