At the top of the tall mast of the Qilin, Ron was doing handstand push-ups with one finger clasped in the wood. Four chains hung from his limbs, each end holding an iron ball with a diameter of one meter.
With the movement, the iron ball hit the mast with a "dong, dong!"
Compared with these iron balls, Ron's body seemed so small.
However, he remained firm and strong, falling down and getting up again and again.
Just such a scene is enough to shock the soldiers. You must know that those iron balls are pure solid iron balls made according to Garp's preferences. Each one weighs several tons!
With four of these terrifying iron balls hanging on his body, it was a miracle that he could even walk, let alone perform handstand push-ups on the top of the wind-swept mast like Ron.
But that was not all. Ron's feet were supported by a thin stone slab, and his hands and feet were handcuffed. Judging from the blue-grey material, these are all seastones!
As a user with fruit abilities, while being restrained by the sea tower stone, he carried nearly thirty tons of weight and did push-ups on the top of the mast in the roaring wind!
If Ron hadn't really done such a thing, if someone else told them, the soldiers would just go over and beat them up.
"Monster!"
The passing soldier looked up and asked the brother in charge of patrol: "How many have Lieutenant General Ron done? I remember he started before dawn in the morning, right?"
"Well... I forgot about it!"
The soldier who was asked shrugged, and suddenly his eyes lit up. He pulled over the debris soldier who was cleaning the deck and asked, "Hey, Terry, do you know how many Lieutenant General Ron made?"
"There are still 173... 172 to reach 10,000."
The grabbed soldier rolled his eyes and said angrily: "My name is Rhett, not Terry!"
Two soldiers: "..."
At the top of the mast, every blow of the wind made Ron lose his center of gravity. During this process, he needs to constantly adjust his muscles and joints to keep himself balanced.
Drops of sweat have dyed the one-meter-long piece of wood at the top of the mast brown, as if it had been washed by water. Compared with the wood below, this section is obviously much brighter.
“9998…!!”
Ron gritted his teeth, and the sizzling sound from his trembling arms told him that he was on the verge of reaching his limit. It was the sound that the bones and muscles made when they could no longer bear the heavy pressure. Standing upside down for a long time caused his capillaries to bleed and his face turned red.
Pushing himself up again, Ron gasped violently in his chest, took a long time to catch his breath, and then slowly bent his elbows.
“9999…!!”
Click! !
The thumb as the supporting point made a soft sound and bent back in a terrifying arc until the back of the hand.
"Ah!"
The severe pain failed to defeat Ron. Instead, he became ferocious and pressed down again.
“10000!!!”
The broken bones were inserted into the small circle at the top of the mast, and blood flowed from his fingers. Using the momentum generated by the last push, the Ron jumped back and fell towards the deck.
An iron ball weighing several tons fell from the sky, the squeezing air was like substance, and it was fierce. But the soldiers below did not panic. It only takes seven days for a person to develop a habit. Anyone who has experienced this kind of scene every day for half a month will get used to it.
Sure enough, at the same time as the iron ball fell, Ron had already dug out the key from the folds of his belt, and inserted it into the sea-stone handcuffs on his hands and feet with precision and speed.
Ding, ding, ding, ding!
The four handcuffs were opened very rhythmically, and the next moment there was a flash of lightning, and the iron ball suddenly stopped in mid-air.
Boom!
Kneeling down on one knee, Ron waved his hand and controlled the iron ball to fall lightly.
Magnetism is not his special research direction, and the development of electromagnetic barriers is only a necessary extension and not very powerful.
But after developing the Thunder Fruit to the present level, even if it is just incidental strength, it is still easy to lift a few iron balls.
After doing this, Ron stood up, took the towel and hot water handed to him by the respectful soldier on the side, and thought secretly.
"Currently, my body has almost reached its limit. All that's left is hard work. Apart from coordination and flexibility, there is currently no good way to improve strength."
"The development of the fruit is also stuck in a bottleneck. After finishing the experience gained from the battle with the Golden Lion, we are still a little short of awakening. Awakening of the natural system can permanently change the climate, but the fruit's ability is limited by the user's physical ability. One is the endless nature. One is the limited power of the human body. Isn’t this contradictory?”
"What's missing?"
Ron frowned.
The awakening of the fruit had been on the agenda as early as the battle with Doflamingo, but no matter how hard he practiced, as his thunder became stronger and stronger, he became farther and farther away from the awakening.
"Is it to awaken the small universe? Isn't this just a joke!"
Ron smiled to himself, and suddenly noticed the eyes of the soldiers around him falling on his hands.
The broken thumb healed itself quickly as he thought about it. The broken bones crawled back along the muscle texture like a film played in reverse, and were immediately wrapped together by the muscles.
Facing this unreasonable scene, the soldier's eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost!
"What are you looking at?"
Suddenly, a distant question echoed in the soldier's ears, causing him to subconsciously reply: "I'm looking at God... Uh! I'm sorry, Lieutenant General!"
The soldier quickly woke up and stood at attention with an awkward expression.
"Okay, don't you have anything to do? Tell everyone to prepare. We are about to leave the windless zone."
"yes!!"
Wow!
The sails were put down, and the navigation team busily took out the compass and chart that had not been used for a long time to determine the location of the warship.
The majestic Qilin tore open the sea, rolled up white waves, and sailed into the East China Sea. Instantly, there was an obvious sound of relief on the deck.
The Windless Zone, like the Grand Line, has no seasons, but the Grand Line is divided into four seasons: spring, summer, autumn and winter, while the Windless Zone only has heat.
After leaving the windless zone, facing the warm summer wind blowing from the sea, the soldiers felt a refreshing coolness.
"What's the closest naval base to us?"
Ron came to the cabin where the navigator was, and Flying Squirrel had already arrived. Looking at the layout map of the East China Sea that was filled with thumbnails on the table, Ron knew that Flying Squirrel had already made a plan.
"Originally, we wanted to start from the 173rd branch and circle around just enough to end in Rogge Town."
The flying squirrel raised its head with helplessness. The bald gourds on both sides of the mohawk purple potato hairstyle were very dazzling in the brightly lit command room: "As a result, the windless zone has no direction. The difference between the location we escaped from and the scheduled location is a bit big. Currently, it is the closest It’s Donghai Branch 153.”
"Then go there!"
Ron glanced at the chart. The difference between 153 and 173 was a bit far. It would be foolish to take a detour to go back. Fortunately, No. 153 is on the established route, and you can still reach Rogge Town by circling around.
"If that doesn't work, we'll just have to detach. You take some people to 173, and I'll wait for you in front."
"no!"
Before he finished speaking, Flying Squirrel decisively rejected the proposal.
Warring States had told him that he must keep an eye on Ron.
Although the East China Sea is the weakest sea in the eyes of pirates, it is a symbol of peace in the eyes of the navy. If Ron makes a big fuss here, Flying Squirrel will go back and face Garp and Sengoku shamelessly.
Ron rolled his eyes at this.
"Being on guard against me is the same as guarding against thieves, is it necessary?!"
The flying squirrel didn't say anything, just looked at him quietly.
Ron: "..."
Gan!