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But the snake-slaughtering box spoke in an innocent tone that didn't sound like a lie, causing Tomat to show an even more confused expression than Lappland and the others when they heard their own ages.

Then he raised an eyebrow and drawled to himself:

"Alright—you've got it, Bardock."

Then Thomas patted the snake-fearing box on the head and whispered some instructions.

"Take a few pictures for me next time, oh no, tell me next time you see this scene. I don't want to miss this kind of scene that I'll regret for the rest of my life if I don't see it."

*Snake Slaughter's profile mentions that baseball is very popular in Colombia, and she herself often organizes baseball games. Ifrit is also Colombian.

*Some people have questioned Charmander's freedom of movement, but according to the official story collection, although she is a severely infected person, she still has a lot of personal freedom on Rhodes Island. Unlike Shark, she is not a classified matter. As long as she completes the assignments given by the Doctor, she can move around freely, although she often cannot finish them.

[Main Text] Terra's World's Greatest Martial Arts Tournament. Training Chapter: Chapter Eleven - You Didn't Forget Anything, Did You?

Seemingly noticing the strange looks he was getting from the others because of his off-topic behavior, Thomas cleared his throat and, before the test, learned a little about the Piratum operator through Winter's Mouth and Snake Slaughter's own introduction.

—Snake Slaughter, a heavy-armored operator from Rhodes Island. Although she is still young, her baseball experience, which exists in her memory for some reason, gives her an excellent understanding of team action instructions, and she can play a good role in providing cover during squad operations.

The shield that served as armor was a shell-shaped backpack of unknown origin and material. Even Snake Slaughter herself couldn't explain where she got it, just like how it inexplicably appeared on the deck when she passed through Columbia Island on Rhodes Island.

Thomas was slightly disappointed to realize that the tortoise shell wasn't something that could be used for weight-bearing.

However, even without mentioning her backpack, she has an excellent sense of balance, and her lower body is as stable as if she had undergone professional training.

In other words, she is not known for her offensive capabilities and mobility, but rather for her physical defense.

Therefore, conducting the test with her led to a rather awkward situation.

The others just need to focus on attacking. Tomat can assess the opponent's strength during this process, and even if he launches a counterattack afterward, he doesn't need to worry too much about hurting the opponent.

However, Snake Slaughter, who was known for her strong defense, was unaware of her true strength before Tomat launched his attack.

This made it somewhat difficult for Tomat to grasp the situation.

"Uncle! Charge in!"

Snake Slaughter clanged the "shield" that was now blocking her way with her baseball bat, and stood firm in front of Tomat.

She showed no fear, because in her eyes, whether it was Lappland and Winter who had been easily knocked unconscious before, or Melantha who had been thrown onto the ceiling, they were all just playing a "battle game".

This is a very interesting activity, just like playing baseball. It's not surprising that you might get injured, because there are situations like being hit by a ball when playing baseball, let alone such "close contact".

If someone is confident in their physical strength, Thomas will usually ask them to remove their protective gear and test them with their bare body.

However, fearing he might injure Snake Box because he couldn't accurately assess her physical strength, Thomas didn't press the matter further.

He raised his hand and placed it on the shield of the snake-slaying box.

"Stand firm."

Snake Slaughter tilted his head curiously—because when it came to testing physical strength, during training, the others would suddenly rush up and perform actions like ramming or slashing from a distance, or fire blunt-tipped crossbow bolts or rubber bullets that would hurt if they were hit from afar.

This is the first time I've seen someone so brazenly stand so close to their own shield.

However, Snake Slaughter was very serious about this "battle game". After hearing Tomat's instructions, he stabilized his center of gravity, lowered his body slightly, and used the arm holding the baseball bat to brace against the inside of the shield.

"boom!"

Thomas tensed his arms sharply at that distance.

The force of the sudden bulge of the upper arm muscles is enough to create a gust of air that can ruffle the hair of those around them.

The dominant hand, which was close to the shield, moved forward a short distance.

"squeak----"

While the dominant hand may have more strength, it also allows for more precise control over the force exerted.

It shouldn't be too big, but we also shouldn't hold back because of some concerns.

As a result, the snake-slaughtering box steadily maintained this position, its feet rubbing against the ground as it moved backward for more than ten meters.

The sneakers that She Tu Xiang was wearing left two charred marks on the ground.

"It's so hot!!!"

She immediately swung her still-smoking sneakers off her feet and, supporting herself with her shield, hopped around in place like an ant on a hot plate.

The shield didn't break or have any obvious dents, which means the material was indeed good, or that he used too little force.

However, regardless of the circumstances, the fact that Snake Slaughter maintained her shield-holding posture until the very end demonstrates that she indeed possessed a strong defensive capability.

If one's physical strength is insufficient, they would probably have fallen backward due to instability.

It may not be precise enough, but Tomat can at least establish a general range of strength for the Serpent Slayer.

"That's about enough. I have a general idea of ​​the strength of the four of you. Now it's time to get down to business."

Tomart watched the four of them for a while, then stepped off the testing platform, while Snake Slaughter Box was still reluctant to leave and wanted to continue "playing".

"Huh? Aren't you going to keep playing? It's a bit hard on the shoes, but being pushed away with a 'whoosh' feels really special, like you can ice skate without wearing skates!"

Hearing such a speech, devoid of any sense of crisis and even brimming with enthusiasm, Tomat revealed a smile that sent chills down the spines of the other three:

"You guys have plenty of time to play for the next six months. If you say you don't want to play anymore, that would really break my heart."

Some people felt excited and anticipation, while others felt very uneasy.

After all, Tomat had already proven in his every move that he was far removed from the normal Terrans.

Crazy Land has no shortage of weirdos, but if you put Tomat in there, he would definitely be one of the best.

"In the end, how exactly do you intend to teach us to possess this kind of unreasonable power?"

Lappland bluntly raised her question, and Winter echoed her sentiment.

“That’s right. You used to say that because of the different races, there was no way to compare them.”

Winter remembered Tomat's explanation when she felt the disparity in power was unfair.

Those words briefly extinguished her desire to become stronger, though not for very long.

But now he is doing something that doesn't quite fit his original explanation, and he's willing to take the initiative to help them become stronger.

"I can't guarantee that you can become better than me."

Tomat naturally has his own explanation for this question.

“But I can make you feel, ‘I didn’t know I could be this strong.’”

"...To surpass one's own limits...?"

Melanie whispered.

"That's right! It's about pushing the limits. It seems you were the only one who listened to me before."

Thomas nodded in Melantha's direction, causing Melantha, who had thought the sound was so quiet that only she could hear it, to feel a little flustered.

"Moreover, even if we surpass the current limits, it's just the beginning."

Tomat deliberately emphasized the word "now".

"Alright, let's go. I'll show you around the place you'll be spending most of the next six months. I hope no one has forgotten anything?"

After the four looked at each other and confirmed that nothing had been left behind, just as they were about to leave with Tomat, a vague but familiar voice rang out:

"Wait! Have you forgotten about me!?"

—The doctor, panting heavily, had just arrived at the training ground where the test had already ended.

[Main Text] Terra's World's Greatest Martial Arts Tournament. Training Chapter: Chapter Twelve: The Doctor's Potential Star

"Will the Doctor also train with us?"

Hearing this news, others would be somewhat surprised.

Although those who have actually interacted with the PhD, or even those who have only heard rumors about him, all know that he is a very approachable leader...

After all, the Doctor is a high-ranking member of Rhodes Island. While it's acceptable for him to act as a supervisor, it's somewhat unbelievable that he would participate in training alongside the operators.

Lappland and Winter, due to their personality traits, wouldn't care too much.

With a childlike mindset, Snake Slaughtering Box would only see him as having gained another playmate.

However, a girl like Melantha, who is usually extremely cautious and polite to the point of seeming somewhat timid when communicating with instructors, would inevitably become so nervous when acting with the Doctor that she would experience stomach pain and her complexion would turn pale.

"No, the doctor's training is quite special, and he basically won't be with you guys."

Fortunately, Tomat's answer immediately relieved Melantha's pressure.

But this also elicited a belated response from the doctor.

"Actually, there's no need to treat me specially. I can train with everyone else."

The doctor spoke very seriously, as if he subconsciously regarded Thomas's individual training as a special privilege reserved for him as a high-ranking official.

"Besides, didn't I miss the test? Shouldn't it be my turn to take the test now?"

"Test? What's there to test?"

Thomas widened his eyes, looking at the overthinking doctor, and explained his reasoning for this arrangement in a nonchalant tone, seemingly unconcerned about whether it might offend anyone:

"And don't get it wrong, the reason you don't train with them is simply because you can't keep up with their training intensity."

Tomat prepared a high-intensity workout for the others that was completely contrary to scientific theory for ordinary Terrans.

However, this adjustment was made based on the premise of "Terra's normal people".

Over the past few months, Tomat has noticed that most of the Terrans, after undergoing formal training, possess basic physical abilities far exceeding what he considers the "normal human standard."

Therefore, even among Rhodes Island's combat-oriented operators, those who, by biased standards, wouldn't be considered top-tier, are still quite powerful.

Physical strength, reflexes, power, speed, endurance...

None of them can be compared to "human beings".

But a PhD is not.

Tomat could even use his aura perception to confirm that his body, which was not infected by Oripathy, had a gas reserve that was only comparable to that of a normal human.

In other words, the doctor was the only individual in Thomas's eyes who could be considered to meet the standards of a "normal person".

Lappland and her friends are about to undergo training that even "normal people under Terra standards" cannot withstand.