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

Chapter 12 My fists are itching for a fight.

Late at night, at the "World" training ground.

Loya tiptoed and swung the jump rope rapidly with both hands. Because the speed was so fast, the jump rope could no longer be seen and even formed a circular area around his body.

If you approach without permission, you will definitely be whipped by the invisible jump rope.

After half an hour.

Loya slowed down and stopped, took a big gulp of water, and then picked up a towel to wipe the sweat off his body.

"The current training volume should be three times that of an ordinary marine."

Loya made an estimate.

As his physique grew, the "world" could now be maintained for five hours a day, and his training volume and intensity continued to increase accordingly.

We are one step closer to our 200-fold goal.

The last half hour.

Loya put on his boxing gloves and walked toward the fighting ring with great fighting spirit.

He could sense that his physical abilities were not much different from Fenbdi's; the difference between them was purely in combat experience.

That guy's parents were also in the Navy, and he received professional physical training from a young age. If he hadn't been so lazy, he wouldn't have been thrown into Branch 153.

Loya stood in front of Fenbudi, took a deep breath, and thought, "Haoyougen, is he? Now is the time to avenge this humiliation!"

"Damn it, come at me head-on!"

"Houyougen!!!"

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Time passed day by day.

In a corner of the training field, Loya and Finbdi were engaged in a fierce fight, each covered in bruises and their faces swollen like pig heads.

"Bang!"

Their fists crossed and struck each other's cheeks simultaneously, causing the faces to tremble like waves from the impact.

"Ugh... Pfft!"

Two molars flew into the sky.

"stop!"

Finbuddy staggered backward, clutching his swollen mouth and quickly called for a stop, his eyes filled with disbelief as he looked at Loya.

It's only been a week, right?

Why is Loya progressing so quickly?

No, he could understand that Loya was making rapid progress, as he was naturally a quick learner. But why did this kid completely understand his attack patterns, as if they had fought each other countless times?

Even though they now share bunk beds, they eat together, shower together, go to the toilet together, go outside for a smoke, and discuss which woman in Shields is pretty.

But it shouldn't be completely seen through!

Some attack moves are very effective the first time they are used, but become useless the next day, and may even be exploited by Loya to launch a counterattack.

This unscientific.

Also, what is this kid's body made of? Every time he gets beaten so badly he can't get up, he's still full of energy and jumping around the next day.

If this continues, it probably won't be long before he can't beat the little brother he raised. How will he maintain his image as the big brother then?

We can't fight anymore!

"Loya!"

Finbdi said with a serious expression, "Let's end the practical training here. I have nothing more to teach you."

"Um?"

A question mark appeared on Loya's forehead.

What did you teach me?

You want me to get beaten up?

You've been beating me up so much these past few days, and it looked like I was about to turn the tables, but then you suddenly said you didn't want to fight anymore?

Are you kidding me? Do you know what I've been through these past few days? Do you know how badly you beat me up in the "world"?

Hundreds of my front teeth have been knocked out!

Do you even know?! Do you even know?!

You have no idea!

Loya's gaze was icy: "Dige, that's not fair of you!"

"Ahem!"

Fombey shrank back, coughed dryly, and chuckled awkwardly, "I'll cover all the cigarettes for the next month?"

"make a deal!"

You're smart to be sensible!

Loya's resentment disappeared.

Just as the two were about to leave, three marines blocked their way. The leader, a crew-cut marine, was over two meters tall and quite strong.

"Hey, newbie!"

"Who are you?"

Loya did not recognize the other person.

"Linus, Iron Hand Linus!"

Linus's veins were bulging. He was quite well-known in the branch, but he didn't expect that Loya didn't recognize him at all.

"You bastard, are you underestimating me?"

"no."

Loya shook his head; he truly didn't recognize him.

Among the marines, he could count the names he could remember on one hand, and they were all the kind he would forget as soon as he turned his head.

My eyes glanced at the other person's shoulder; there were three bars, so he must be a veteran. I wondered how strong he was.

"Senior Linus, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing serious."

Linus clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking, and said with ill intent, "Rookie, I've noticed you've been doing a lot of intensive combat training lately. How about we change things up and I become your opponent?"

"what?"

Loya was taken aback for a moment, then was pleasantly surprised.

He was worried that Fenbundy wouldn't play with him and he was looking for a suitable opponent; none of the marines of his generation were willing to train with him.

"Loya, don't agree to him."

Finbuddy stopped Loya.

Real combat is an important part of training, and the branch has always encouraged marines to hone their combat skills.

However, in order to ensure fairness and prevent veterans from bullying new recruits, naval regulations strictly prohibit veterans from challenging new recruits without authorization.

Even if a real sparring session is to take place, it must be conducted under the arrangement and supervision of the instructors. However, if both parties agree, there are no such restrictions.

Another point is that it's not a problem for new recruits to challenge veterans.

Finbdi put on his iron fist gloves, his face darkening: "Linus, if you want to fight, I'll be your opponent."

"Finbuddy".

Linus looked at Finbdi with a more serious expression, not because he was afraid of Finbdi, but because he was concerned about Finbdi's background.

He had heard some rumors that the other party's parents were naval officers, not people he could afford to offend.

His target is Loya.

Not only him, but many veterans wanted to find an opportunity to teach Loya a lesson. The nail that sticks out gets hammered down, and Loya's excellent performance and the instructors' differential treatment made them very unhappy.

Just recently, Loya was conducting live-fire training after his regular training, which gave the veteran an opportunity, and he came to take the lead.

"Dige, move aside."

Just as the two were facing off, Loya grabbed Finbuddy's shoulder and pulled him behind her.

How can we let a worthy opponent slip through our fingers, especially since we still have nowhere to vent our resentment?

His fists were itching for a punch!

Loya pointed to the makeshift arena ring, his fighting spirit high, and said, "Senior Linus, let's begin!"

"Ah, uh, okay."

Linus was a little confused by Loya's enthusiastic attitude. Did this kid really not see through his intentions? Or did he simply not take him seriously at all?

Looking at the excited newcomer in front of him, who was warming up with punches and muttering "hum hum ha hey" incessantly, he suddenly felt that his decision to pick a fight might have been a mistake.

No, not possible!

This kid is just a rookie who has never been on the battlefield. No matter how talented he is, he can't possibly beat him. He's an elite member of the 153rd branch who has killed pirates!

Let him see how terrifying "Iron Hand" is!

(End of this chapter)