"Soru: In an instant ( 0.36 seconds), continuously kick the ground dozens of times, generating powerful recoil to move at high speed."
Corresponding training: Running, high knees, leg explosiveness, and speed.
"Kami-e: Relax muscles, sense changes in the air, and become as light as paper."
Corresponding training: Flexibility, balance, agility, and reaction speed.
"Tekkai: Tense muscles and control blood flow, making the body as hard as iron."
Corresponding training: Strength, control, muscle, and endurance.
"…"
Jon's records were extremely detailed, even including all the corresponding training content.
Of course, the training methods taught by the Marines would definitely be a hundred times more detailed than what he described, but for someone who was self-taught, this was already his limit.
"With the Beast King perk, the entry difficulty isn't too high, but mastering it proficiently will take time."
Jon made a preliminary estimate: if he trained and corrected himself simultaneously, with the 200x effort perk, it would still take two months to fully master the Rokushiki.
"After all, I don't have the true secret manual of Rokushiki. Two months is an optimistic estimate…"
Jon shook his head slightly. If it were before, he wouldn't have had such high demands; simply mimicking it would have been enough.
But now, with that beast Arlong weighing on his mind, he had to strive for perfection, at least 80% replication of Rokushiki!
One must know,
Arlong in the New World and Arlong who had been complacent in the East Blue for several years were completely different people.
That scoundrel might be at his peak, so an overly cautious Jon had to give 100% effort.
Fortunately,
He had the perk bonus, turning 100% directly into 20, 000%!
It had been two years; it was time for him to experience the joy of using a massive cheat.
…
An hour later.
In a slightly spacious cabin on the bottom deck of the ship.
Jon looked around and nodded in satisfaction.
This place was originally where the crew stored goods, but it had been slightly damaged yesterday. After repairs, fearing water might seep in, they hadn't moved the goods back.
When Jon found Limby and asked for a room where he could train, the old man directly brought him here.
He even thoughtfully brought him bedding and other necessities.
If he got tired from training, he could sleep. If he got hungry, he just had to call, and someone would bring food.
This extremely considerate care made Jon's butt clench slightly.
"Begin training."
Jon trained according to his self-designed content, using Soru's rapid movement as a warm-up.
The 200x effort bonus was definitely more awesome than a max-level talent.
In just an hour, Jon was sitting on the ground, cursing the old scoundrel Oda.
Koby is definitely your biological grandson, you old geezer.
But then again, while the training results were incredibly amazing, it was truly exhausting.
If it weren't for his Beast King physique supporting him, he would have collapsed long ago.
From this perspective, Koby's willpower setting was also quite incredible.
Unfortunately, no perk was generated for it.
…
Time flew by.
In the blink of an eye, four days passed. The cargo ship blew its horn as it met the morning sun on the sea.
This route was indeed safe; they hadn't encountered any pirates along the way, possibly because a certain old man had been returning to the East Blue to see his grandson for the past two years.
Bottom deck cabin.
Thumping sounds echoed incessantly. A muscular body performed one-finger push-ups on the floor, and sweat pooled on the ground, reflecting the young man's face.
" 999… 1000!"
The counting stopped. The young man's back arched like a crescent moon, his leg muscles tensed, lifting his body. Snap, snap! His bones made pleasant, satisfying sounds.
"Hoo~ hoo~"
Jon swept his silver hair back with one hand, white steam visibly rising from his reddish skin, and his breathing was heavy like a bellows.
He controlled his breathing rhythm until he managed to calm down after a few seconds.
He reached for the ice water beside him and took a big gulp, then poured the remaining half directly over his head.
"Hiss, so refreshing."
The magnetic voice emanating from his throat still felt unfamiliar to him, incredibly smooth.
Boys' voices typically break between 13 and 15 years old. Jon thought his childish voice would take at least another year to change.
But he hadn't expected that these few days of training had even transformed his vocal cords.
"Four days. All Rokushiki learned, only four days."
Jon himself could hardly believe it. Although entry-level wasn't difficult for him, four days was simply outrageous.
After all, these were the CP organization's assassination techniques. How were Rob Lucci and the others supposed to live like this?
He curved his wicked lips, feeling that cheating was truly a great pleasure.
Besides mastering Rokushiki, he also broke through the initial bottleneck of Tekkai.
Arlong's bite would be too damaging, so Tekkai definitely needed focused training, though he couldn't place too much hope on it.
After all…
"May there be no Tekkai in heaven."
This was a lesson learned through blood and tears.
The increase in strength broke through the young man's physical limits; the differences in various aspects were akin to a transformation.
Passing through puberty was the smallest change after his transformation.
Jon walked to the mirror by the cabin door and observed himself in the reflection.
His formerly delicate features had become handsome and resolute, his chiseled face showing a hint of wildness, and his slightly long silver hair now covered the tips of his ears.
And his height had actually increased by over ten centimeters!
At least 1.95 meters!
Below his neck, solid muscles bulged, complementing his abdominal muscles below. His broad back muscles expanded, directly obscuring the mirror's view.
Compared to the stick-thin boy of four days ago, he could now truly say he was a product of the pirate world.
"Perfect, this is the kind of muscular man that makes people automatically give way."
Jon examined himself in the mirror, satisfaction evident on his face.
His entire body of muscles didn't feel repulsive; instead, it was like a sculpted god crafted by an artisan in ancient Greek mythology.
Pia—
This powerful gluteus maximus, even without trying, showed how strong his talent was.
Jon was beaming with pride when he suddenly jabbed a finger forward. The wooden pillar beside him instantly had a hole punched through it, sawdust scattering, and light shining through the eye-like opening.
With a single thought, Shigan had actually leveled up.
The cheat-like buffs made the young man unable to suppress the joy in his heart any longer, and he threw his head back and laughed.
"Wuhahahaha!"
His laughter echoed upwards to the deck, startling Limby, who was fishing.
What was wrong with this kid?