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

Chapter 9 The Axe King's Approval

The training ground was scorching hot under the blazing sun.

Twenty minutes had passed, and the elite team in the first group had already completed 16 laps, with only 4 laps left. Everyone was drenched in sweat and exerting all their strength to speed up.

To break 25 minutes, the last few minutes are crucial, especially with a newcomer hot on their heels, spurring them on to sprint.

They were the elite among the new recruits, and they trained extremely hard on a daily basis. Each of them was somewhat arrogant, and they would be overtaken by new recruits who had only trained for a month.

Damn, just thinking about it makes me sick!

The third group, with the worst physical strength, was completely relegated to the background, unable to even maintain their formation, with people constantly falling behind.

Their goal is simply to pass.

"Here he comes again!"

"We've been left three laps behind, haven't we?"

"I'm sure I'll get yelled at by the instructor when I get back!"

Watching Loya pass by, the recruits in the third echelon complained incessantly, too exhausted even to grumble.

It's one thing to be overtaken by the first and second tiers, but they're usually not as good as them. But to be left far behind by newcomers, who can they complain to?

The newbie is incredibly strong!

The second tier is also facing increased pressure.

They are the type who can consistently perform well but struggle to reach the excellent level. They know they can't compare to the elite in the top tier, but they never imagined that their backsides would be blown away by newcomers.

Seeing that Loya was catching up, everyone was anxious. If they were overtaken again, they would be left a whole lap behind!

However, it couldn't be stopped.

"Brothers, should we stop him?"

"What can you use to stop them?"

"Damn it, clear the innermost lane!"

"We're not having an easy time, and we can't let the guy at the front have it easy either!"

The second group quickly reached a consensus, giving up the innermost and least strenuous position to allow Loya to pass through quickly.

This scene was witnessed by the first group as they turned the corner.

"Holy crap, those bastards from the second team actually made way for the newbies!"

"Have you no shame?!"

"Brothers, hurry up, the newbies are catching up!"

In the 23rd minute, Loya finally caught up with the leading team!

But at this moment, the recruits in the first wave could no longer care about Loya behind them. Everyone was running wildly, drenched in sweat, with only the task of finishing the last 1000 meters in their minds.

800500300!

The finish line is now in sight!

The formation crumbled at that moment, and everyone simultaneously began a final acceleration, a wild sprint with their tongues turned outwards.

Their exam results are crucial to their future!

"Faster, faster!"

Loya's pupils contracted as he stared intently at the red line at the finish line. His adrenaline surged, and his exhausted legs regained their strength.

Faster!

Even if it can only shorten the time by one second, we must do our best!

25th minute!

Loya was panting heavily, his hands pressed against his trembling knees. Large beads of sweat dripped to the ground, and his exposed skin was slightly red from the intense exercise, radiating visible heat.

My mind went completely blank.

"Well done!"

Accompanied by praise, a hand clad in an iron fist was extended in front of him.

"Snapped!"

Loya grasped Fenbdi's hand, using it to help him stand up unsteadily. He took a deep breath and looked up at the sky.

Whew... my heart almost exploded.

Finbuddy was much more relaxed, clearly still had plenty of energy left, and smiled as he pointed behind Loya, saying, "Look back."

"Um?"

Loya looked back.

The first group members were all there, each one looking like a mule or horse that was about to die from exhaustion, clutching their backs and legs and sighing.

and many more.

Loya glanced at his own position relative to Finbuddy, then at the other recruits, and quickly realized what was going on.

It seems like he ran to the very front?

After a short while, the group came up to Loya and gave him a hard slap on the chest, then gave him a thumbs up.

"You're awesome, kid!"

"good."

Loya chuckled and replied with a very sarcastic remark.

"There are other assessments too."

"Damn, they're still not satisfied after surpassing us once!"

The group immediately started cursing, but their gazes toward Loya no longer held the hostility they had before; instead, they were filled with admiration.

Regardless of whether Loya is a fresh newcomer or not, the fact that he was able to beat them in training is enough to earn their respect.

The military respects the strong the most!

The other recruits are still undergoing assessments, so the extra five minutes are a perk for Loya and his group, allowing them to rest and recover their strength.

After a moment's rest, Loya walked toward Sergeant Monka, who was standing not far away, his heart filled with gratitude. During the previous running drills, he could clearly feel Monka cooperating with him.

"Sergeant Morgan, thank you for your help!"

"No need to thank me, this is an achievement you earned through your own hard work."

Monca nodded almost imperceptibly.

He likes serious marines.

"Keep up the good work."

"yes!"

Loya straightened his back and gave a military salute.

The morning exercise assessment ended quickly.

Four new recruits failed the test and left the training ground dejectedly.

Normally, if you sign up for the assessment, you should be able to barely meet the standard in your usual training, even if your performance isn't outstanding.

However, the assessment tests not only physical strength and endurance, but also mindset, especially under the watchful eyes of many officers, where poor performance is very common.

After a brief five-minute break, the next assessment will begin soon.

200 push-ups must be completed within 5 minutes, with proper form and no pauses allowed. A time of 4 minutes is considered excellent.

"1, 2"

Under the scorching sun, the new recruits lay on the sand, rising and falling. Whenever a recruit's movements were not up to standard, the examiner's whip would crack on their back.

If you get picked three times, you're eliminated!

"34, 35, 36"

Loya used his arms to lift his body in an orderly manner.

The push-up test is easier than running drills, and most new recruits can pass it. There's not much pressure, so their minds start to wander.

Does that guy Koby train like that too?

Even if we calculate based on the branch's training volume, multiplying it by 200, that's 40,000 push-ups, which is more than 80,000 seconds a day, averaging one push-up every two seconds. And that doesn't even include other training programs.

Impossible! Even a pile driver isn't that powerful!

"Carrying weight?"

Thinking of the giant axe on Sergeant Monka's back, Loya seemed to understand something: if there wasn't enough time, they would make up for it with extra weight.

Doing push-ups with a sandbag on your back is definitely several times more effective than doing them directly. I'll try it when I get home tonight.

"Snapped!"

The whip lashed my back, causing a burning pain.

Don't get distracted!

"yes!"

Loya's face paled, and he quickly focused on training, knowing that Sergeant Monka's whip would show him no mercy.

Ouch—they must have drawn blood!

3 minutes and 53 seconds!

"200!"

Loya took a deep breath and stood up with a relaxed expression. The other recruits also completed the push-up test one after another.

No one was eliminated this time.

"Um."

Monka picked up his notebook and wrote "Excellent" after Loya's name, raising his opinion of Loya even higher.

Compared to the previous running exercises, Loya completed this assessment with ease, having completely transformed the skills he learned from him into his own.

She has a very strong learning ability!

(End of this chapter)