After retiring from the Navy, I became a doting husband.

Martin chuckled: "Give it your all! If you hit one, I'll give you ten thousand Berries."

Upon hearing the word "10,000 Berries," Nami instantly felt energized and regained her fighting spirit.

Nojiko followed closely behind, picking up pebbles and iron marbles before throwing them with her sister.

Martin managed to dodge the stone bullet attack by sensing the airflow.

This dodging is spontaneous, and the paper drawing is completely automatic, so this feature is particularly effective in actual combat.

Paper drawing and iron blocks are two completely different extremes. Iron blocks require blood to flow throughout the body and muscles to be taut, just like iron blocks.

Paper painting, however, is as soft and delicate as paper itself.

Undoubtedly, paper drawing places great emphasis on perception, followed by physical flexibility, including tendons and muscles.

One is firm, the other is gentle; they complement each other perfectly.

"No, this won't work; we won't be able to hit them at all."

"I didn't expect it to be so big, yet so good at dodging. We need to find another way."

Nami and Nojiko exchanged a glance, and the two sisters instantly understood each other.

They casually threw all the pebbles and marbles in the bag at Martin.

With such a dense barrage of attacks, let's see how you dodge them.

"Little girl, you're using this trick? Watch me sway like a seaweed, seaweed, seaweed, seaweed, seaweed, dancing in the waves... seaweed, seaweed, seaweed..."

As Martin hummed a song, he twisted his body, his seemingly strong frame moving incessantly, his entire body becoming a wave-like shape, managing to dodge all the marble attacks amidst the dense barrage.

(⊙_⊙)?

Nami and Nojiko looked on incredulously.

How... how did you manage to dodge that??

That wriggling motion looks like seaweed!

"Hey, that's not fair! We can't hit you at all."

"Waaaah, we're exhausted!"

"Martin, you cheated!"

Nami and Nojiko spent over an hour trying to hit a single bird, and they're completely exhausted now.

"You are too weak. I need to find someone more capable. You are not qualified."

Martin readily gave each of the two sisters 1 Berries, and added an extra 1 Berries as compensation for their hard work.

"Honey, let me try."

Joel then walked into the workshop: "I've been exercising in bed these past few days and haven't had much time to stretch my muscles."

As she spoke, she picked up a metal marble and threw it at Martin.

So fast!

Martin instantly activated his paper drawing technique, barely managing to dodge a rapidly hurtling marble by turning his head to the side.

The stone wall behind them was shattered and scattered, instantly creating a deep pit, and the entire wall was covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

Martin: (((;???;)))

Goodness, if you were hit by this while it was still in paper drawing mode, you'd be dead.

Joel, why are you using so much force? Are you trying to murder your husband?

"Hey, Joel, what are you doing?"

Martin sensed something was wrong.

"I've felt my strength increase a lot these past few days, so I wanted to test it out on you. You're going to practice paper drawing anyway, and it's no fun letting two little girls hit you. Why don't you let me try it out..."

"I said, biting my red lips."

Just as Martin was about to say no, Joel picked up another iron marble, his smile as bright as a flower.

"You like the idea that miracles happen through sheer force, so I'll give it a try."

Then Joel, mimicking Martin's tone, laughed and said, "Sharpshooter, shoot him!"

Chapter 65 Retribution Has Arrived

"This is probably due to the awakening of the bloodline factor, which has led to an improvement in physical attributes."

Martin had a headache. Joel's attack had been too fierce and fast; he had almost failed to dodge it. If another shot came...

Seeing the wicked smile still on Joel's lips, he felt a little sweaty.

Whoosh!

No sooner said than done, a metal marble flew toward Martin with a whooshing sound, even faster and more violently than before.

There's no way to avoid it; there's absolutely no way to avoid it.

Iron block!

As Martin opened the iron block, he exclaimed, "Murder of her husband..."

Before he could finish speaking, he felt a heavy blow to his forehead, felt dizzy, and his vision went black.

Then, Joel's voice was heard: "I'm sorry... Martin, I'm so sorry, Brother Martin!"

……

My sweet dream is fading, teetering on the brink of collapse.

The air was filled with the smell of medicinal oil.

Martin woke up to the smell after an unknown amount of time, only to find himself lying in bed with orange light streaming through the window, which looked like dusk.

"Damn, that really hurts, that feels like it."

He raised his hands and touched his forehead, feeling not only pain but also a bulging lump and an ice pack radiating cold air.

In addition, he experienced a thirst and hunger he had never felt before. His throat felt like it was on fire, and his stomach was rumbling, making him feel like he had become Uncle Goro, who needed to relieve his thirst and hunger immediately.

Is anyone there?

"Give me some water."

"It would be best if we could have some more food..."

Martin opened his chapped lips.

Accompanied by a familiar lavender scent, Robin came to her side: "Martin, you're finally awake."

"Wife, it's you? Where are the Jols?"

Martin tried to get up, but his head was still a little dizzy.

“Yol accidentally knocked you unconscious, and then cried for a long time. Her eyes were swollen from crying. She was just here, and I let her rest for a while.”

Robin reassured her, "You're fine, just a mild concussion."

Martin: ...

Concussion?

Clearly, Joel's previous attack had broken his iron block technique.

What a tragedy, Master Ma, there was no flash.

"Give me some water first, and if you can give me something to eat, that would be great too."

"Yes, we need to eat and drink our fill first, so we'll have the energy to settle accounts with Yoel!"

Don't think you can escape being shot by a sharpshooter.

Before long, Joel came to the bedside with a long-spouted pot.

"I want to drink!"

"My gentle and beautiful wife, please feed me water."

Martin lay limp on the bed, looking weak and on the verge of death.

Stop pretending and open your mouth.

Robin adopted a superior attitude and gave the order.

Martin could only look up and open his dry lips, making a pleading expression.

There was nothing I could do; I was really, really thirsty.

As a result, the long, thick spout of the kettle was stuffed directly into his mouth, reaching all the way to his throat, and the water flowed turbulently.

Waaah...

Suddenly, his eyes widened and he started gesturing wildly, but the other person ignored him completely, and the little hand seemed to be trying to push it in.

I'm about to spit it out!!!

What a karmic retribution...

Martin, rolling his eyes, had an epiphany.

No wonder Robin and Joel always slap their thighs like crazy.

Cough cough cough...

After spitting out a mouthful of water, Martin gasped for breath and glanced at Robin with a hint of resentment.

Little girl, you actually chose a water bottle with such a wide spout to fill me with water? Are you trying to kill me?

So, all this time, you and Joel conspired to murder your husband?

"Get up quickly, you're so strong, you'll be fine."

Robin said as she walked out of the room, "I'm having dinner with Nami and Nojiko today, so don't be late."

Martin looked up at the sunset outside the window and muttered to himself, "I can't believe my prized iron block has failed so quickly."

For Martin, paper drawing is not as useful as iron blocks, which are a proper steel-based positive skill and do not have many limitations.