It had already been a year since the Vulkran and Shivera clans officially entered God Gym.
Time passed quickly.
At first, many people had expected chaos, like pride battles or secret fights in the middle of the night.
But instead, something else happened.
God Gym simply grew stronger.
Around the waters near the former Demon Gate Island, pirate groups had once roamed freely.
Now, whenever a pirate ship appeared on the horizon, disciples from God Gym would step forward casually, like it was routine training.
Most of the time, the fights didn't even last long.
"Is that it?" one young disciple muttered as he shook his wrist after knocking a pirate captain unconscious.
Another disciple snorted while tying up the remaining pirates. "They don't even last ten moves."
Ships flying the God Gym banner had become something pirates feared.
Some even turned their ships around the moment they spotted them.
