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

This kind of golden oil is currently monopolized by the Navy and is almost never available on the market. It is in short supply and priceless. Even within the Navy, one must have a lot of merit to buy a bottle.

Martin succeeded in forging the Iron Block by using half a bottle of Golden Oil, which almost consumed all of his merits as a junior warrant officer.

This kind of golden oil is a rare commodity even within the Navy. It's unbelievable that a mere pirate crew could obtain two large bottles; it's practically a fantasy story.

Golden Oil comes from the Grand Line; it is said to be an extract of the fat and blood from a sea king with golden skin.

This type of sea king is extremely rare. Its body is incredibly hard, harder than steel, and it is also extremely strong. Even vice admirals find it difficult to capture; only admirals can catch it.

Therefore, this golden oil, made from the blood and oil of the golden-skinned beast, is extremely rare and valuable.

Actually, there's another reason why this golden oil is so valuable: it can be used as an aphrodisiac, with effects somewhat similar to Indian herbal oil. Applying a little can significantly increase potency.

Even Celestial Dragons would normally scramble for these, so at 100 million Berries per bottle, they're definitely worth the price.

Similarly, this oil has a very strong strengthening effect on iron blocks.

When Martin used to practice with weights, he usually used a silver oil that had a similar cooling sensation, first cool and then hot, but the effect was not as obvious.

Martin immediately began slapping his arms hard with his palms and using the iron block training method to circulate his qi and blood to the slapped area, and started practicing.

clap clap clap...

As the sounds continued to emanate, he could clearly feel the blood and qi flowing more noticeably in his arms, and his muscles were noticeably stronger than before, as if he had received some kind of training. Moreover, the training effect was dozens of times faster than when he practiced with medicinal oil.

In addition, Martin could even feel a layer of dark gold film coating his arm, which seemed to be blocking the slapping of his palm and instead made his arm even harder.

"My guess was right. Golden oil can completely replace the medicinal oil used for training, and it still has an enhancing effect on the Great Completion Iron Block!" Martin's eyes shone.

The Kuro Pirates' entry into Orange Town is definitely not a good thing, and it's possible that their purpose isn't entirely to investigate Jessica's death.

Even if the Kuro Pirates manage to do something, he doesn't care.

Fortunately, it was just a small pirate crew, and their combined bounties were only tens of millions of Berries, which was nothing to worry about. He would deal with these guys later; improving his strength was the top priority. Without further hesitation, he began to coat his entire body with golden oil.

Next, he will focus all his efforts on cultivating the "Iron Block".

In one go, he elevated the iron block to the legendary level of smelting iron into steel!

Chapter 73 Gold, Man

Five days later.

Inside the Blackwater Kendo Dojo.

More than ten muscular men were wielding various steel bars and hammers, beating a burly man mercilessly. Some of them even used large demolition sledgehammers to smash the man's body, making dull thuds.

"That feels good! Harder, harder, harder!"

Martin, who was being beaten by the crowd, shouted loudly and became extremely frantic.

However, these dozen or so muscular men were already drenched in sweat and panting heavily, struggling more and more. In less than a quarter of an hour, they all collapsed to the ground from exhaustion.

"Well, you had a great training session today. You guys take a half-hour break," Martin instructed.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and many scrambled away from the master, their eyes filled with a mixture of fear and admiration.

I've seen fierce people, but I've never seen anyone this fierce. This guy is absolutely insane.

At this moment, Martin's skin was red from being knocked, his blood was surging, his muscles were taut, and his muscles were exceptionally prominent.

Arriving at the empty inner room, Martin took off his underwear, took out a bottle of golden oil, and began to apply the oil to every part of his body, leaving no spot untouched, not even his sharpshooter.

Instantly, a cool yet burning sensation swept over every inch of his skin, and his blood and qi surged like waves, engulfing his newly tempered muscles and skin.

At the same time, he could feel his skin becoming increasingly tough, and his muscles tensed and trembled as if they were being charged with electricity.

It's a little embarrassing to talk about, but it's also very exciting.

Martin could clearly sense an extremely noticeable change in his body's strength.

"Such a strong medicinal effect..."

Feeling the boiling blood energy, he circulated it, tensing his muscles to keep himself in a state of constant tension, until the burning sensation gradually disappeared, at which point he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This is how he figured out the correct way to use the Golden Oil. Applying the Golden Oil after practicing his skills makes it even more effective. The effect is truly amazing. One session of practice is equivalent to seven or eight days of practice with the Iron Block, and the improvement is excellent. It's like having a cheat code.

"The golden oil was used up in just five days. This feeling of accelerated cultivation is really great, but it's just a little lacking!"

Martin tried to tense his muscles, and the muscle immediately swelled up, blood rushed to the muscle, and he could feel his whole body getting hot, as if his strength was inexhaustible.

He casually picked up a sharp, fine knife and swung it fiercely at his swollen arm.

Ding!

The knife struck as if it had struck a solid block of iron. Due to the excessive force of the swing, the blade broke in two without even cutting a hair. The faint white mark disappeared in an instant.

"In terms of defense alone, there's no problem. All I need is a few more bottles of Golden Oil to reach the pinnacle of Iron Block." Martin was somewhat surprised by his own hardness, but then overjoyed.

The fact that even a fine-quality razor blade shattered instantly shows that his physical strength is stronger than steel, and it's estimated that even a good-quality razor blade couldn't harm him in the slightest.

At the same time, improving one's Iron Block Realm can also enhance one's own blood energy.

To test his strength, he stepped forward and grabbed a large barbell in the room. This barbell, with several huge iron plates hanging from it, was one of the heaviest barbells in the room. However, he managed to lift it up with a sudden burst of strength, raising it directly overhead with one hand.

Keep in mind that this barbell weighs over a thousand kilograms, and now he can lift it with one hand, making him even stronger than Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King of Western Chu, who was said to have the strength to uproot mountains and dominate the world.

"Wow, that's easy. I feel like I could easily add another one. Does that mean I have the strength of two thousand pounds with one hand?"

Martin swung the heavy barbell with ease, the wind whistling through the air, and he was surprised by his own strength.

Using the golden oil to increase blood and qi will naturally increase strength. However, Martin never expected his strength to increase so quickly. He thought that gaining a hundred or so pounds of strength would be good enough, but he estimated that his strength was at least over a thousand pounds, which was obviously much stronger than before.

Just then, Django pushed open the door.

When he saw the scene before him, he was shocked. His eyes fell on the bottle of "golden oil" in Martin's left hand, and he saw something he shouldn't have seen. His eyes were filled with horror, and he could hardly speak. His jaw almost dropped to the ground.

"Ahem, is there something you need?"

Martin coughed twice and immediately put on his underwear.

When one practices Iron Body Technique to its full potential, all muscles will swell, which does look disproportionate and is enough to undermine any man's confidence.

“Brother Martin, I just went to see Sirlo, the manager of the Treasure Weapon Shop, and he said that the price of that golden oil has risen to 1000 million Berries a bottle.”

Django stammered, his shifty gaze finally settling on the bottle held in the other person's left hand.

There's no mistake, Brother Martin is rubbing his body with some kind of mysterious essential oil.

I've heard that after using the Golden Oil, men become incredibly virile. So it can also be used for martial arts training! Is this the secret to Brother Martin's invulnerability?

However, this thing is too expensive; even he thinks it's too expensive.

"Surge this much? Is this Kroo treating me like a sucker?"

Martin pursed his lips: "Let's eat first. I'll meet him in person another day."

When he arrived at the dining area, he saw many basins in front of him, filled with eggs, large pieces of meat, fish, chicken legs and other meats, as well as several kinds of vegetables and two large buckets of white rice.

A group of muscular men waited respectfully for his arrival, none of them daring to eat beforehand.

Martin nodded in satisfaction and took his seat at the head of the table.

Django, who also runs a kendo dojo, is actually much wealthier than Togo Sanmao. It is said that he has many businesses in Blackwater Town, and his business is stronger than that of Chessboard Kendo Dojo. He often accepts escort missions for caravans and also organizes the capture of pirates, so he is quite generous.

He originally thought that the young Django was the kind of person who made his fortune through illegal business, but after inquiring, he found out that the guy's parents were legitimate maritime merchants who did big business and frequently traveled between Loguetown and the Grand Line. They were very wealthy.

In other words, this seemingly roguish swordsman is actually a rich second-generation.

But this Django insists on portraying himself as a delinquent youth, learning kendo, raising a group of arrogant followers, and constantly challenging other martial arts schools. I really don't know what he's thinking.

All I can say is, rich people really know how to have fun.

However, Django showed him great respect. He could easily tell from the extremely reverent look in Django's eyes that Django regarded him as a god.

Django took over the job of helping Martin train, provided Martin with meals, and even found a group of strong men to help them train, which indirectly accelerated the formation of the Great Perfection Iron Block.

Faced with a table full of food, Martin didn't stand on ceremony and started eating heartily. He devoured the food in a flash, and in no time he had eaten more than half of it. Only after he put down his chopsticks did the others dare to start eating.

To everyone's astonishment, Martin finished grilling a tuna, a bucket of roast meat, and a large ham.

Martin's appetite has increased again; these buckets of food seem barely enough to fill his teeth.

After eating and drinking his fill, Martin was about to take a nap when a shout came from the doorway.

Clang!

The door outside was pushed open, and a young man covered in blood rushed into the kendo hall, shouting at Martin, "Brother Martin, help! A swordsman has come to the port... he's already killed someone... he's known as the Evil Sword Kudo!"

Evil Sword Kudo?

Martin raised his eyelids slightly; he seemed to have heard this name somewhere before, and the person seemed to be quite famous.

Wait, I remember now...

Kudo the Evil Sword! That madman with a bounty of 2800 million Berries?

What's he doing here?

Chapter 74 Swordsman

The port is in complete chaos.

People fled the port as if they had seen a ghost.

A tall, thin man carrying a sharp sword stood at the port, roaring, "Who is Jason? I, Evil Sword Kudo, a swordsman, have come here specifically to challenge Swordsman Jason."

"Is your name Jason? And yours? And you..."

A group of swordsmen from the Chessboard Kendo Dojo surrounded the tall man, pointing their blades at him, their expressions extremely tense, some even trembling with fear as they gripped their swords.

Just now, this man was wandering around the port shouting that he wanted to duel Jason, and then he directly chopped off the head of a security guard.

For no other reason than that the security guards blocked his way.

Not far away, Jason was holding his teacher, Togo Sanmao, in his arms. The old man had a bloody mark on his chest and was breathing very weakly.

As the security captain, Togo Sanko was slashed by the so-called evil sword Kudo while trying to stop him, and the wound was bleeding uncontrollably.

"Hey, who are you? Do you really think Orange Town is deserted?"

Upon hearing the news, Mayor Bodor rushed to the scene, brandishing a flintlock pistol and aiming it at the tyrannical swordsman.

Behind him were scattered men holding guns, aiming their weapons. Hearing that ordinary guns were ineffective against the swordsman, the men trembled with fear.