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

Chapter 14 Mr. Loya, please go first.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye, and the atmosphere on the training ground was quite strange. When it was time for free training, everyone's attention was focused on Loya.

Who will he call out today?

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Loya approached Carol, smiling as he issued a challenge: "Senior Carol, let's have a training match!"

"My stomach hurts!"

Carol's expression changed drastically, and she quickly tried to find a reason to refuse, but Loya seemed to have been prepared and handed her the antidiarrheal medicine.

Ok?

Is the medicine all prepared?

Brother, can't you give me a break?

In front of so many acquaintances, can't we at least save him some face?

Looking into Loya's innocent eyes, Carol's face turned pale and then red, and she gritted her teeth as she picked up the wooden knife.

That awful newbie!

Do you really think I'm afraid of you?

Today, I'll show you the power of my "purple hair"!

"Let's have a sword fight!"

"good!"

The two men walked toward the arena with wooden swords in their hands.

Seeing this, the other veterans relaxed considerably, breathed a sigh of relief, and felt a lingering fear.

"It's [purple-haired] Carol!"

"Ugh, poor Carol."

"Hopefully he can hold on for ten minutes."

"Ten minutes? What are you thinking? Three minutes at most!"

The veterans were still shaken.

They were genuinely afraid!

Since Linus opened Pandora's box two weeks ago, new recruit Loya has been challenging them every day.

The more famous a name is, the more likely it is to be challenged!

If they could win, it wouldn't be a big deal, but the problem is that the recruit, Loya, is as strong as a monster; most of the veterans are no match for him.

Even if someone manages to beat him once, they'll be beaten back the next day; it's like going from heaven to hell.

Being defeated by a newcomer is embarrassing, and nobody wants to be beaten up for no reason. You should know that the first challenger, Linus, spent three whole days in the hospital.

As for refusing.

If you refuse a challenge from a new recruit, do you have no shame?

"Aaaaaah!!!"

In less than three minutes, Carroll was rolling around in the ring clutching her broken arm, screaming louder than a pig being slaughtered.

The veterans instinctively shrank their necks.

We can't afford to mess with them, we absolutely can't afford to mess with them!

The fortress tower, the highest floor.

Colonel Rhodes looked down at the training field, rubbing his forehead in exasperation.

"That kid's always getting into trouble!"

He was well aware of what had happened recently; a stack of reports on his desk were all complaints about Loya disrupting military discipline.

He certainly hadn't forgotten Loya.

Young, hardworking, and talented.

It's hard not to like a recruit like that.

The original plan was to let Loya hone his skills within the branch for a while longer, build a solid foundation, and then train him to be a key member in the future.

But in less than two months, the veterans were so tormented that they became timid and hesitant. If they continued to let him run wild, that kid would become arrogant and conceited.

We need to find something for this brat to do!

Rhodes pondered for a moment.

It's impossible to defeat the pirates.

Aside from powerful pirate crews like the Black Cat Pirates, most pirate crews hide from the Navy, making them difficult to find. Without intelligence, the Navy will not launch an attack without authorization.

Moreover, it would be too risky for a new recruit to face pirates on their first outing. This is not a matter of strength; a life-or-death battle is completely different from a friendly spar.

Newcomers need time to grow.

"Let's go to Xiluobu Village."

Rod quickly made up his mind.

The branch has limited resources and relies solely on the World Government for support, which is barely enough to replenish weapons and ammunition. The warships also need proper repairs after several battles.

We need to get sponsorship.

It was evening.

When Loya and Finkley arrived at the restaurant, the previously noisy environment immediately quieted down. The veterans in the food area made way for Loya when they saw him coming.

Sir, please go first!

Their polite demeanor practically screamed it all.

Ha, it's like he's bullying someone.

"Thanks."

Loya smiled and nodded, and without any hesitation, he picked up the tongs and started shoveling meat into the plate. His appetite was now at least five times that of an ordinary marine, and he got hungry very quickly.

After getting his food, Loya noticed that the seats were almost all full.

We'll have to share a table.

Linus happened to be sitting not far away. Noticing Loya's gaze, he shuddered and instinctively stood up to give up his seat.

Those helpless eyes were especially pitiful.

"No, no need."

Loya quickly waved his hand, picked up the plate, and sat down opposite Linus, saying with a smile, "Senior Linus, please sit down, I'll share a table with you."

"Ah, uh, okay."

Linus hesitated for a while, then sat down cautiously like a timid bride. After a long pause, he finally whispered, "Brother Loya, just call me Linus."

"That's great, then I won't stand on ceremony."

Loya didn't like calling anyone "senior." They were all just ordinary soldiers; there was no need to distinguish between seniors and juniors. Whoever was more powerful was the senior.

Have a meal!

The world is vast, but being well-fed is the most important thing!

Loya activated his dry rice mode, and the food on the plate disappeared at a visible speed, which even Linus found somewhat horrifying.

How can she eat even more than him!

Seeing that the plate was almost empty, Linus swallowed hard and suggested, "Brother Loya, shall I get you another plate of meat?"

"Okay, thank you!"

Would you like some juice?

"drink!"

After eating and drinking his fill, Loya let out a satisfied burp and even found the enthusiastic Linus much more agreeable.

"Linus, are there any other Marines who are skilled in swordsmanship and hand-to-hand combat?"

"I'm afraid not."

Linus shook his head decisively.

The branch was only so big, and the stronger veterans were about as good as him, and they had all been beaten up by Loya.

No.

Loya was somewhat disappointed.

Real combat is the best way to improve. Within the "world," he would fight dozens of times a day until he could no longer get up.

This allowed his combat skills to improve rapidly.

But the Marine's skill level is limited, and he hasn't had an opponent who can put pressure on him for several days. What's the point of a crushing victory?

Unfortunately, the opponents in the "World" simulation do not improve.

Linus hesitated for a moment and said, "Brother Loya, right now in the branch, only Sergeant Morgan and Colonel Rhodes might be your match."

"I really want to fight them."

Loya was very distressed.

The junior officers in the branch are mostly promoted through seniority, and their actual strength is not necessarily much stronger than that of the elite marines fighting on the front lines.

Monka is an exception.

Looking at the entire branch, only Colonel Rhodes could suppress Monka, but Monka didn't seem to be the type to be his sparring partner, and they rarely met on weekdays.

Find an opportunity to create a chance encounter?

Suddenly, the surroundings became quiet.

Loya looked up and saw that Monka, whom he had been longing for, had appeared in the restaurant and walked straight up to him with a very serious expression.

The people at Loya's table immediately stood up at attention.

Monka said coldly, "Recruit Loya, and Finbuddy, you two get ready. You'll be setting sail on the warship tomorrow morning!"

"yes!"

Loya responded loudly, overjoyed.

We can go out to sea now!

Seemingly just to convey this urgent summons order, Monka turned to leave after speaking, but Loya quickly stopped him.

"Wait a moment, Sergeant Morgan!"

"What's the matter?"

Monka frowned.

Loya took a deep breath, his gaze sharp.

"I want to challenge you!"

In an instant, the restaurant fell silent. The marines all raised their hands in unison, their tongues twitching in shock.

This kid's got a death wish!

Monka stared at Loya, and after confirming that Loya was not joking, he nodded slightly, a rare smile appearing on his face.

"To the training ground!"

(End of this chapter)