Chapter 46

What the sword hero represents, everyone present knows its significance.

"Am I seeing things? Was that really a flying slash?"

"This means that this recruit is actually a swordsman?"

"Did you see his speed just now? It looked like one of the Six Powers' techniques, Shave! I've been in the elite camp for a year, and I still haven't mastered Shave. But this recruit can actually perform it proficiently?"

"That's not Shave; it's some other type of footwork!"

"Is he a Devil Fruit user?"

"No, it doesn't seem like it!"

The veterans around started discussing, shocked by Ron's performance.

But when they saw Zephyr, everyone saluted and shouted, "Instructor Zephyr!"

Roy, in the distance, looked at Ron, who was holding a short sword in the field, his eyes wide open. How could he surpass such a monster? He was starting to regret all his earlier boasting...

Zephyr nodded lightly in response to the others, then looked at Ron, and said in an appreciative tone, "Yes, very few people in the world can perform a flying slash at this age!"

"In the Navy, I've only seen that girl, Tashigi, do it at such a young age. You're very talented!"

After a pause, Zephyr continued, "Unfortunately, your physique is too weak, which hinders your performance in swordsmanship."

From the names of those around him and memories from his previous life, Ron recognized the man in front of him—former admiral, future leader of the Neo Marines, and known as "Black Arm" Zephyr! Although he may have lost some of his prime, Zephyr was still formidable at this time, and his insight was far superior to other instructors.

He could see Ron's weakness at a glance—his physique.

Ron respectfully put away the dagger, saluted the purple-haired middle-aged man in front of him, and nodded, saying, "Yes, Instructor Zephyr, I'm aware of my weaknesses. I came to the training camp specifically to work on them. I seek your guidance!"

'Good, he's not arrogant—a promising seedling!' Zephyr thought to himself, nodding and saying, "Since you're here, I'll naturally train you well and treat you equally."

Immediately, he looked around and shouted to everyone, "Everyone, gather!"

The group quickly assembled into a formation in front of Zephyr. Ron returned the dagger to Ain, smiled at her, and thanked her.

"You're welcome," Ain replied, continuing to look at Ron with curious eyes.

The others couldn't help but be intrigued by Ron as well—this recruit was no ordinary one!

Zephyr looked at everyone, especially the two new recruits, and said sternly, "Remember, this is the Navy Elite Camp—a place to train naval officers! Compared to the recruit training camp outside, the special training here is a hundred times more difficult. I hope you can persevere!"

These words were clearly aimed at the two newcomers. Zephyr continued, "There are many talented people in the Navy. Don't think that getting into the elite camp means you can slack off. If you don't work hard, you'll soon be surpassed. When that happens, I hope you'll still have the face to stand here!"

Several people in the crowd looked embarrassed, feeling that Zephyr was talking about them. After all, they had been training here for more than two years but still hadn't met the graduation standards. If they failed to graduate soon, they might be dismissed and have to start over as regular soldiers, working their way up from the bottom.

After a brief speech, Zephyr scanned the crowd and shouted, "Everyone, listen up! Today's training begins! First, run 300 laps around the field with weights!"

"Yes, sir!"

Everyone responded loudly and then dispersed, beginning their day of special training.

Watching them, Zephyr muttered to himself, "I hope you can all survive the combat trial three months from now..."

Here, Ron's body began to undergo training day after day in the elite camp, while his Quincy clone was not idle either.

In the North Blue, on Bavili River Island—a small, chaotic island ruled by two gangs—illegal activities ran rampant. Here, you'd find gangsters, pirate hunters, bounty hunters, and the like.

In a bar dedicated to serving these thugs, Ron, wearing a black-and-white mask, sat in a corner, blending into the dark and noisy environment.

Ron took a moment to check his system panel:

[Host: Ron]

[Achievement Points: 886]

[Swordsmanship: Proficiency 86]

[Hand-to-Hand Combat: Proficiency 70]

After this period of use, his proficiency in various skills had increased slightly. Moreover, during this time, he discovered that the physical fitness of his clone was also slowly improving, revealing that the physical fitness of both bodies was interconnected through the system!

This meant that Ron's progress was effectively doubled—very impressive! Two bodies could train simultaneously, effectively stacking their progress. Not only would his physique improve faster, but his skills would also advance rapidly.

The only downside was that this consumed a lot of energy. However, Ron could manage this by regulating the intensity of the activities, unless both bodies were engaged in high-intensity combat.

The bar was undoubtedly the best place to gather information. All kinds of intel flowed from the mouths of these villains, though it was often chaotic and needed careful filtering. Fortunately, Ron's perception was excellent, allowing him to sift through and find the information he wanted.

"Have you heard? The evil ghost Wenzer Jin, with a bounty of over 20 million Berries, has been hunted down and is now hiding on this island!"

"It's a new bounty hunter named Quincy, right? I heard about him too!"

Despite the noisy surroundings, Ron filtered out the information he needed. 'So he really did escape to this island?'

Ron smiled. He had followed a pirate crew to this island in pursuit of his bounty. The reason? The pirate had fired at Ron's ship, thinking it was just another target...

Suddenly, there was a commotion at a nearby table.

"You... you're Quincy, that bounty hunter!"

The exclamation caught everyone's attention, and they turned to look.

It was a pirate with a red bandana and a gun at his waist. He lay on the ground, trembling, and pointed towards Ron with one hand.

As they realized what he had said, everyone's expressions changed. Following the direction of his finger, they saw Ron, wearing a black-and-white mask with a sword at his side.