Pirate King: I'm determined to be the King of Sons-in-Law!

Chapter 114 Senior Brother Flying Squirrel is Not a Chicken!

G-1 Branch Training Ground.

Bartolomeo and his men trained alongside the branch marines, exhausting themselves but their spirits remained undiminished.

Their stylish mohawks are what fuel their running!

"Men, give it your all! Don't let them look down on us!"

"The Mohican is the best in the world!"

Dazzling, extremely dazzling!

Inside the solemn fortress, the Mohican phalanx stood out as the most eye-catching figures, attracting the attention of all the marines.

Many officers and soldiers came to the training ground to watch the news, and they were all speechless for a long time when they saw the colorful mohawks.

"puff!"

Many officers and soldiers tried hard to suppress their laughter.

However, not all officers could tolerate the ostentatious Mohican formations parading through the streets; some even felt it was a desecration of the branch.

"Stop right there!"

The commander of the 10th squadron, "Thousand-Man Killer" Yuchimura, stood in front of the Mohican phalanx, his scarred face filled with rage.

He had just returned from a mission when he witnessed this outrageous scene.

"Whose subordinates are you?!"

"hold head high?"

Bartolomeo casually picked at his earwax, then flicked it with his finger, sending the earwax flying onto Juchimura's face.

Yuchimura's pupils trembled. He raised his hand to touch his cheek, looked at the earwax on his fingertips, and his mind went blank.

But what's even more infuriating is yet to come.

"Hehehe, you're asking who our subordinates are?"

Bartolomeo sneered arrogantly, "What's it to you? I'm not telling you. Come and hit me if you dare!"

"What?!"

Yuchimura's eyes were bloodshot.

Not only did they flick earwax at him, but they were also so arrogant and domineering!

It’s tolerable, it’s unbearable!

"I'm going to kill you!"

Enraged, Yuchimura drew his sword, leaped up, and charged at Bartolomeo, slashing at Bartolomeo's shoulder with both hands.

Although he was furious, the other party was, after all, a marine, and he hadn't lost his mind and wanted to kill him; he just intended to teach him a lesson.

However.

"Clang!"

The blade stopped abruptly in front of Barto, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't cut it down even a fraction.

Immediately afterwards, unimaginable force rebounded from the blade back onto his body. Caught off guard, Yuchimura coughed up blood and flew through the air, crashing heavily to the ground.

silence!

"Major General Yuchimura!"

Yuchimura's men rushed forward and quickly helped him up, their eyes filled with anger and hostility as they looked at Bartolomeo.

"You bastard, what did you do to Major General Yuchimura?!"

Several officers rushed toward Barto, but when their fists and feet landed on Barto, 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 could 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 kind of ability it is that has such great 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 example, 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 he also flew off on his own. He must be trying to frame Brother Barto!"

"Hey, you all saw it, 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 was being 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 cause dissatisfaction among many officers.

I just didn't expect it to happen so quickly.

Hehe, a stepping stone delivered right to my door.

"Get out of the way."

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 faded, and she raised her hands, shoving her 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 really 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 heard so much about you!"

Loya cupped his hands in a respectful gesture, then 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 grave: "This Major General Yuchimura is incredibly powerful, having slain over a thousand formidable enemies, earning him the title of 'Thousand-Man Slayer'!"

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

"He has already killed you, but your bodies haven't realized it yet. Although you appear unharmed on the surface, your bodies are riddled with wounds!"

"Do you understand?"

Ah? ? ?

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

"Aaaaah, 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.

"Aaaaah, that was a terrifying slash!"

"I'm dying! I'm dying! Doctor, call a doctor!"

"It hurts so much, it feels like all my bones are breaking!"

"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 sported those super stylish mohawks as a tribute to Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel, yet you called 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 isn't a chicken!"

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

(End of this chapter)