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

Upon seeing Jason and his men looking disheveled, Martin launched into a barrage of verbal attacks, and also slapped Jason as punishment.

"Understood, understood... Get up and start fighting!"

Jason touched his cheek and nodded, urging his fellow apprentices on with a heart pounding.

Martin was incredibly domineering, and his aura grew increasingly imposing. Standing before this leader, not only his fellow disciples but even he himself felt suffocated. No one dared to go against his wishes, and even their teacher, Dongxiang Sanmao, dared not utter a single word when he saw Martin.

Jason would rather perform a pole dance in public than beat someone up with a steel rod.

He was truly terrified!

“Brother Martin, we really want to become sword masters, but that’s about it. Your Iron Body Defense is too tough…” Jason stepped forward cautiously.

"Hmph! Useless."

Martin snorted. He had been cultivating for almost a week, and with the help of expensive medicines and essential oils, he could feel that the Great Completion Iron Block was slowly improving.

The principle behind this iron block is somewhat similar to hard qigong. It requires accumulation over time, using blunt weapons to strike parts of the body to continuously enhance the body's resistance. The stronger the body's resistance to blows and swords, the faster the training efficiency could be. Unfortunately, the greenhorn swordsmen under my command are not up to the task.

It seems I need to find more people to beat me up!

Unbeknownst to him, Martin had already gone further and further down the path of masochism.

For no other reason than to become stronger.

Although being affectionate with his wife is a shortcut, he still feels it's not enough.

He simply chose a cultivation path based on his own strengths.

That is the ultimate state of perfection, where the iron block is forged to its finest perfection.

Legend has it that Kong, the commander-in-chief of the World Government in the One Piece world, is a man who has mastered the art of iron-clad combat to the extreme, hence the name "Steel Bone".

During the workout, Martin could sense that there was still room for improvement in the Da Cheng Iron Block.

Just like a piece of steel that needs to be constantly quenched and repeatedly hammered to remove impurities, one's own iron block is also constantly being hammered to become stronger.

Iron blocks can be dangerous, but they can also be a kind of talent!

"Dinner's ready! Dinner's ready! Dinner's ready!"

Noon.

The disciples of the kendo dojo finally got to eat.

The group, their backs aching, made their way to the dining room, where they found a muscular man devouring a bowl of food. He had almost finished half of the dishes, and his eating speed was simply inhuman; he was practically shoving food into his stomach.

I reckon that even if we ate like this, the food for more than ten people combined wouldn't be enough for just one person.

"Wow, Martin's appetite has increased again!"

"Yes, it must have gone up again, and even faster this time."

Looks like we won't get any again.

The group of underlings looked at each other, realizing they were going to go hungry again at noon.

Jason touched his wallet with a bitter expression.

Since Martin started teaching martial arts and swordsmanship at their kendo dojo, although the lessons were supposed to be free, his appetite was truly astonishing; one person's appetite was equivalent to that of more than ten of them.

"Food bucket" is not enough to describe him. He's a real glutton, and a rather picky one at that, because Brother Martin loves meat and can't live without it.

The other party only stayed for a little over a week, yet the food expenses he incurred were more than the total for the previous three months combined.

His heart and wallet are bleeding.

As the senior disciple of the dojo, he had always been the one paying for these meals.

Baby is suffering inside, but baby just can't say it out loud.

Ugh!

In order to become a sword master as soon as possible, he must endure!

While everyone was still stunned, the braised pork was completely devoured, the white fish was about to be completely consumed, and the remaining bowl of eel slices would probably also be doomed to be eaten.

Martin's attention was completely focused on the food, and he was completely oblivious to the horrified expressions on the faces of those around him.

This iron block trains muscles, bones, and skin externally, and cultivates one's inner energy. It also emphasizes the growth of blood and energy. If you want your blood and energy to grow quickly, you naturally need to eat and drink more.

Now his appetite has increased significantly, and he especially likes to eat high-energy meat, which consumes a lot of energy.

Fortunately, he had a flash of inspiration earlier and thought of Jason and his group of young swordsmen full of dreams.

Otherwise, I really wouldn't be able to find anyone to practice with. Now that they're providing meals, it's just fantastic!

It killed two birds with one stone and saved a lot of money.

As his appetite increased significantly, he could clearly feel his blood and qi, as well as his iron-based defense, steadily improving.

Blood and energy growth are closely related to iron blocks. If I could barely be considered a young and handsome man before, I am now developing horizontally and look more like a muscular strongman, at the Schwarzenegger level.

In no time, Martin had devoured most of the food for the dozen or so people, and then he let out a satisfied burp.

"Everyone, eat up! I've left a bowl of stir-fried vegetables and a bowl of cucumber salad for everyone." Martin patted his belly and began to call out to his underlings around him.

Just as everyone was preparing to enjoy the leftovers left by Brother Martin, a commotion arose outside the door.

A group of shirtless young men carrying swords swaggered in.

These people came with ill intentions; they were all menacing and carrying swords.

"Is the owner of the Chessboard Kendo Dojo here?"

A young black man, holding a jet-black dagger, shouted loudly at the crowd in the kendo dojo, "We, the Blackwater Kendo Dojo, are here to challenge you!"

Black knife?

Martin narrowed his eyes as he stared at the long black sword in the other man's hand.

Chapter 68 The Uncouth Warrior

A challenge?

interesting.

Over the years, he has never seen anyone challenge him.

Martin let out a burp, choosing to observe from the sidelines and watch the show unfold.

It is worth noting that this person was holding a black knife.

Generally speaking, a black sword is not an ordinary sword; it is very likely a legendary black sword that has been imbued with Armament Haki.

These swords are mostly famous swords, or have been used by master swordsmen.

"So it's Django... What's wrong? We all earn our living through our own abilities. You dare to come and challenge me while my teacher is away? Do you really think I, Jason, am easy to bully?"

As soon as Jason spoke, all the fellow disciples standing around him stood up, each of them glaring at him coldly.

"Does challenging someone mean we have to care whether you're home or not?" The young black man named Django said without hesitation, lightly waving his black knife, his words carrying a strong sense of threat.

"I came here specifically for you. Aren't you supposed to be the town's youngest swordsman? And you even claimed to have slain a dragon?"

"With your pathetic state, I, Jiang Ge, am not convinced."

The other person strode towards Jason.

"Watch out, my chessboard slash can actually kill people."

Jason held the knife with both hands, cautiously preparing for the attack.

"The Chessboard Slash is no match for my Blackwater Sword."

Django remained unmoved, and the two remained locked in a standoff.

Suddenly, Jason swung his knife, and Django moved as well, a black light flashing past.

Ding!

Jason's blade was knocked back, and he himself staggered back two steps. His hands were weak, and he couldn't help but show a look of surprise.

"This is the Chessboard Slash? Nothing special."

Django grinned widely.

"Brothers, let's take him down!" Jason ordered.

All the disciples of the surrounding Gopan Kendo Dojo picked up their real swords, ready to fight.

slow!

A tall figure slowly walked out: "Didn't we agree on a challenge? Why is it a group fight now?"

“Brother Martin, these people are from a kendo dojo that just opened nearby. I heard they’re from Blackwater Town and are quite famous.”

"This black man named Django is the owner of the Blackwater Kendo Dojo, and he has provoked our dojo several times."

“He threatened to challenge our dojo, but he would only fight a few rounds and then leave. He would also come when the teacher was not around, and then he would go around badmouthing our kendo dojo, saying that we would not fight them and that we didn’t know what he wanted.”

Martin laughed: "Oh, that's just in time."

Recently, the security in Orange Town has improved, and the sea is becoming more orderly. Now, other kendo dojos have moved into the town, which should be a cause for celebration. However, it turns out that these dojos have moved in to challenge the existing ones.

“Brother Martin, what are you going to do…” Jason’s heart skipped a beat.

"Practice your skills!"

Martin uttered only two words, and Jason's men immediately understood, sheathing their swords and retreating.

Oh dear!

Jiang Ge and the others were stunned, not expecting such a burly man to run out from the other side.

Is this the owner of the kendo dojo?

Wasn't the other person an old man?

They don't even have a sword. Could they be thugs hired by the Chessboard Sword Dojo?

"Hey, where are you from? Haven't you heard of Django, the Blackwater Sword?" a blond man with a spiky hairstyle shouted.

Snapped!

A swift slap sent the blond-haired man spinning in place, 360 degrees followed by another 360 degrees. He saw stars, felt dizzy, and collapsed to the ground.