One Piece: Trying 200 times harder, but being too overbearing.

Several officers rushed toward Barto, but when their fists and feet landed on him, they all, like Yuchimura, coughed up blood and flew away.

The marines were all stunned.

They couldn't understand why the powerful Rear Admiral Yuchimura and his men would be defeated by an ordinary marine.

The officers' gazes turned serious.

"He's an ability user!"

Without a doubt, that arrogant marine is a Devil Fruit user!

It's just unknown what ability it possesses that gives it such power, even defeating Yuchimura instantly.

Loya rushed over when he heard the commotion, and seeing the officers lying all over the ground and the smug Bartolomeo, he could easily guess what had happened.

"Barto, what's going on?"

"Hehehe, Colonel, that arrogant guy with the scarred face attacked me, but I didn't fight back!"

Following Loya's lead, Bartolomeo also learned his lesson and yelled at his underlings, "You all saw it, right? That guy fell out on his own. It has nothing to do with me."

"That's right, we all saw it!"

"That navy officer not only attacked Brother Barto without permission, but also flew out on his own. He must be trying to frame Brother Barto!"

"Hey, you all saw it too, right!"

The underlings started shouting and questioning the surrounding marines, as if they were looking for eyewitnesses.

A smile appeared in Loya's eyes, and he secretly gave Barto an approving look. No wonder he trained such a soldier.

The marines looked at each other in bewilderment.

On the surface, it was indeed Major General Yuchimura who struck first, and the man with the green rooster-like hair didn't retaliate at all.

"Oh, I see!"

Loya suddenly realized what was happening, turned to look at Yuchimura who had been helped up, and coldly questioned, "They are my subordinates. May I ask, who gave you the right to attack your colleagues without authorization!"

"you!"

Yuchimura, his mouth full of blood, stared at the completely unfamiliar Loya, unable to recall who Loya was for a long time.

When did this person join the branch?

But that didn't stop him from being angry.

“Your men have violated military discipline, so of course I have the right to punish them!”

"Military discipline? What military discipline was violated?"

Loya narrowed his eyes, having anticipated this; the flamboyant style of his troops would surely provoke discontent among many officers.

I just didn't expect it to be so soon.

Hehe, a stepping stone delivered right to my door.

"Step aside."

Yuchimura pushed away his subordinate who was supporting him, glared at Loya, and became even angrier when he saw Loya's mohawk.

They were definitely in cahoots.

"This is a military camp, not a chicken coop. Your unconventional behavior is corrupting the atmosphere of Fort G-1. Do you still want to deny it?"

"Wait a minute, a chicken? Although it seems a bit unlikely, I'd like to confirm with you just in case I misheard."

Loya's smile gradually disappeared. He raised his hands, shoved his hair up, and roared furiously, "The chicken you're talking about, you don't mean my super stylish mohawk, do you?!"

"What, did I say something wrong?"

Yuchimura sneered, dancing wildly on the edge of death: "This is a righteous military camp, not a chicken coop. With that ridiculous hairstyle, are you trying to embarrass the G-1 branch?!"

That's exactly what I think.

Loya suppressed a laugh and asked coldly, "Major General, what is your name?"

"Yuchimula!"

Yuchimura announced his name.

"So it's Major General Yuchimura, the 'Thousand-Man Slayer'! I've long admired your name!"

Loya cupped his hands in greeting, turned to face Bartolomeo, and asked, "Major General Yuchimura just killed you, didn't he?"

"Yes, Colonel."

Bartolomeo nodded like a chick pecking at rice. Although he didn't understand why Loya was asking this, he figured as long as he cooperated, he wouldn't go wrong.

"This is bad!"

Loya's face was solemn: "This Major General Yuchimura is incredibly powerful. He has killed over a thousand formidable enemies and is therefore known as the 'Thousand-Man Slayer'!"

"Let alone killing a person, even a mountain, Major General Yuchimura could easily cut through it. The slashes he makes when he swings his sword are imperceptible to the naked eye!"

"He has already killed you, but your bodies are unaware of it yet. Although you appear unharmed on the surface, your bodies are riddled with wounds!"

"understand?"

Ah? ? ?

Barto and his men were stunned for a moment, but quickly came to their senses.

"Aaaaa, my leg! My leg was severed by Major General Yuchimura!"

Barto was the first to scream and lie down, expertly hugging his knees and rolling on the ground in agony, followed by his henchmen who all lay down as well.

"Aaaaaah, what a terrifying slash!"

"I'm going to die! I'm going to die! Doctor, call a doctor!"

"It hurts so much, all my bones feel like they're going to break!"

"Help, help!"

More than two hundred people rolled around and screamed, startling all the marines.

Could it be that Yuchimura really injured these people? Was the blood he coughed up and flew away just now a side effect of the power of his move?

The officers and soldiers watching were also stunned.

Where did these clowns come from? Their acting is way too exaggerated.

Loya looked at Yuchimura with a cold smile.

"Major General Yuchimura, all my men have been severely wounded by you. I will definitely report this to headquarters. You can expect to be punished!"

"Furthermore, we keep our super stylish mohawks to pay homage to Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel, but you call us laughable chickens. This is tantamount to indirectly insulting Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel!"

"Major General Yuchimura, are you unhappy with Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel's hairstyle?"

"By the way, Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel is my senior brother, so I absolutely cannot swallow this insult."

Yuchimura was speechless.

I didn't, don't talk nonsense!

Oh no, how could he forget that Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel also has a mohawk?

Loya took a deep breath, his angry roar echoing throughout the G-1 branch.

"Brother Flying Squirrel is not a chicken!"

I wrote 8000 words today, that's quite a lot.

Chapter 115 Loya!!!

On the third day after Loya arrived at the G-1 branch, the entire branch was in a daze, and all the marines realized three things.

First: Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel is not a chicken.

Second: The Mohawk hairstyle is the best in the world.

Third: The black-haired colonel is Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel's junior brother.

In summary, don't mess with people with black hair!

In the base director's office.

The flying squirrel, sporting huge dark circles under its eyes, held the tattling report Loya had given it, its veins on the back of its hand practically bursting.

Last night, during his rest time, he tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep, the resounding shout that echoed throughout the branch kept replaying in his mind.

"Brother Flying Squirrel is not a chicken!"

Without a doubt, the entire branch of marines were laughing at him!

The flying squirrel held a round mirror and looked at itself in the mirror. Its super stylish dark red mohawk automatically turned into the shape of a rooster's comb.

"Huh? A rooster?"

The flying squirrel rubbed its eyes hard, saw its familiar face and its super stylish mohawk, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"So it was me all along."

"I just had a hallucination, it was terrifying!"