Pirate Martial Emperor

The scorching sun was shining high, and the red-golden brilliance was swaying down like it was free of money. .

The summer cicada was howling like a neighing sound.

It was extremely hot today.

However, on these days when the sun is shining brightly, even if you don’t move, you will be sweating profusely.

No one covets the shade under the big trees at the large training grounds of Marine Headquarters.

Not only that, they even went to the trouble of sweating under the bright sun.

Preparations for war, fierce and silent preparations, have begun, and no one will rest at this time.

Even now, when the only rest time is reduced to less than six hours of eating and sleeping, this is still the case.

If anyone wants to rest for the rest of the time.

Well, maybe fainting from exhaustion is a better option.

For Wang Yue, this is the best time.

Under the influence of the scorching sun, even the food you just ate, as long as you exercise vigorously enough, can quickly turn into nutrients to improve your own physical fitness. The only flaw is that you sweat a little too much.

However, this kind of day with the bright sun is a bit uncomfortable for the trio of younger brothers standing on the side, pacing under the golden crow!

Of course, Wang Yue did not mean that the three of them lacked perseverance and physical strength.

The biggest reason why Wang Yue spoke like this was that at this moment, there was a supervisor beside them who was petite and had a very serious temper.

"Hmph! Don't be lazy!!!"

"Sister Dasqi, we are not lazy!!"

"Well, you still dare to be so stubborn!? Why, you want to come out and practice, but you can't do it!?"

That's right, now Xiao Dasqi's identity is no longer just Wang Yue's only team member.

Now, Dasqi's subordinates also have three majestic young men with a height of 1.8 meters and a sturdy back as his younger brothers.

Now Dasqi can proudly dominate the ordinary class.

Well, to be precise, after the three of them admitted failure and successfully became Dasqi's subordinates.

Dasqi, the youngest in the naval training camp, suddenly became the leader of a group of people with the strongest overall strength in the ordinary class of the training camp.

Even Wang Yue said that if the four of them were together, even he would be a little unable to resist if they couldn't kill him...

Seeing this scene, Wang Yue, who had been familiar with his own strength for two whole days and had never carried a heavy load before, wiped the sweat from his face and said calmly: "Dasi Qi, stop making trouble. I asked them to take a rest to cope with it." It’s for the upcoming actual combat drill, so…”

However, before Wang Yue could finish his words, he was interrupted by Ai Luo, who was receiving a light blow from the little Dusqi's scabbard on the opposite side, scratching his neck.

"Sister Dasqi is talking, is it your turn to speak?!"

Wang Yue: "..."

Okay, I opened my mouth to excuse you, but am I wrong? !

I forgot to mention that the three of Boru Sal only recognized Dasqi as their boss, but Wang Yue, who had been training them these days, had not been recognized by them.

Well, at least on the surface, I haven't gotten it.

"What's that, Dasqi, just pretend that I didn't say anything, just keep going..."

After casually hearing the words of Jean-Paul Sartre and the three of them who were ashen-faced, Wang Yue sat down on the armchair under the shade of the tree with ease, taking a bite of barbecue that was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. Drink, and look at the "teacher" who is not in the right shape across from me with full satisfaction.

It's good to have time to cultivate your skills.

Recuperating energy is what Wang Yue is now.

Of course, the reason why he acted like this was that Wang Yue was just preparing to be in the best condition to face the upcoming actual combat drill.

Well, to be more precise, Wang Yue's resources began to be scarce again.

Now that he has reached the peak of Ming Jin'er, except that his abdomen and waist have not broken through the ninth level of explosion, Wang Yue's whole body and all places where it is easy to exert force have all reached the peak.

However, on the second day after the breakthrough, Wang Yue was shocked to find that his resources began to be scarce again.

Moreover, the shortage this time is not the quantity, but the high-grade ingredients such as the king of meats, Neptune meat.

Under this situation, even though Wang Yue was exercising to the extreme, he could still gain several kilograms of strength every day.

But ah!

Wang Yue always felt that compared to every time his physical strength was exhausted, it would take nearly half an hour to replenish his physical strength.

Instead of worrying about the few kilograms of strength per day, it is more cost-effective to become familiar with the fighting style and improve the combat effectiveness.

What's more, what's happening this time is a practical exercise!

Even if it is just a drill, it is not an ordinary class. It can only be regarded as a competitive weight-bearing training.

Actual combat relies on more than just strength! !

For Wang Yue, a martial arts practitioner, the ability to control the body and even the power to break mountains and crack rocks with one punch are more important.

However, after taking off the weight-bearing equipment that had been in use for more than a month, Wang Yue was shocked to find that his body, which was originally in control, was somewhat out of control.

Wang Yue's legs were slightly bent, and he just wanted to jump two meters away, but he jumped five meters away! !

For ordinary people, this kind of leap-forward improvement will only make people happy, but will never make them annoyed, let alone worried.

But, for Wang Yue, this is really different!

Wang Yue once asked himself.

What do you rely on to survive in this strange world? !

After examining it for a long time, Wang Yue discovered that what he relied on was not the attack power that could break mountains and rocks with one punch, nor the traditional time traveler's ability to control the so-called plot.

It seems that the only thing that enabled him to survive the attack of Weibull, the peerless murderer, was the experience of practicing Chinese martial arts that was forged into his soul, the knack of fighting enemies, and the ability to control his body at an almost mastery level!

Therefore, after realizing that he could not perfectly control his body after exercising, Wang Yue panicked.

Even Wang Yue's state of martial arts, which had already reached the point where he could blast out nine punches with one punch, did not give Wang Yue a sense of security.

Even if he clearly understands that this is just a natural reaction after bearing weight for a long time, this feeling of being out of control will disappear immediately after he fully adapts.

Wang Yuedu was still panicking.

Thinking of this, Wang Yue involuntarily glanced at Dasqi, who was beating the trio with the scabbard of his hand with a serious face at the moment.

If Dasqi hadn't seen that the situation was not good and called Uncle Rogge, and later encouraged him to resume training, perhaps he would have been driven crazy by his uncontrollable body! !

It was also at that time that Wang Yue suddenly understood why he was so enthusiastic about improving his strength.

Not for the original vow to stand on top of the world, and not for the beautiful wife and concubine of the Three Palaces and Sixth Courtyard.

In the final analysis, my previous and even current enthusiasm for improving my strength was just my fear of the unknown world...

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