CH 4 Strength in Solitude: Chen Fan's Grueling Training
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If these physical qualities had been in his previous life, they would have undoubtedly made him an extraordinary individual. However, it's a regrettable reality that he now resides in the world of One Piece.
In this world, such physical qualities would only make him marginally better than an average naval soldier.
After completing his push-ups, Chen Fan felt his arms trembling, realizing he couldn't continue for much longer.
Without delay, he switched to squatting in a horse stance, focusing on developing his core strength, a skill of utmost importance.
Chen Fan's horse stance was far from ordinary, with his legs bent at nearly 80 degrees, even more challenging than the conventional 90-degree angle. This, however, translated to a more effective training session.
As time passed, roughly two hours later, Chen Fan's legs were shaking incessantly, and he had reached his limit.
"Phew... I need to catch my breath," he muttered, standing up and gasping for air.
Subsequently, Chen Fan returned to his corner to rest. It was almost noon, and once again, the door on the sixth floor swung open, revealing the black-clad jailers with their trays of food.
As before, they placed three servings of food in front of each cell and departed, seemingly oblivious to Barrick's lifeless body.
"Wait a minute," Chen Fan began to call out, but one of the pirates in a neighboring cell interjected.
"Young one, no need to shout. These jailers are mute and deaf. They won't pay any heed to your words. As for disposing of the body, it's not their concern. No one will come to collect it. You can either let it rot or cut it up and dispose of it through the waste chute," the elderly man in the neighboring cell with Sea-Prism Stone cuffs advised.
Hearing this, Chen Fan understood why the jailers who delivered food never spoke. They were not just mute but also deaf.
Gazing at Barrick's massive corpse, Chen Fan was unwilling to keep a corpse with him indefinitely. Without hesitation, he picked up a sharp stone and began to dismember Barrick's body.
He tore apart what he could, vigorously disposing of it in the waste chute. Fortunately, Chen Fan's past life as a killer had prepared him for such gruesome tasks. An ordinary person would likely have been overwhelmed just by witnessing it.
After completing this gruesome task, Chen Fan cleaned up the area around his cell. Then, he turned his attention to the food in front of him.
Considering the eternal solitude and darkness, this level was better than the lower four levels in many aspects.
With that thought in mind, Chen Fan selected one of the four identical portions of food, beginning to eat. Instantly, the familiar green energy flowed through his body once again.
His fatigue dissipated, and his physical condition improved at a painstakingly slow rate. After consuming an entire portion, Chen Fan felt nearly satiated.
He started on a second serving, eating about one-third of it, until he felt ninety percent full. He decided not to overeat, preventing energy from lagging due to excessive food intake, which would hinder his strength improvement.
After lunch, Chen Fan returned to his corner to rest. About two hours later, he felt his physical strength had mostly recovered. He marveled at the remarkable endurance and resilience of the people in the One Piece world.
Back on his feet, Chen Fan resumed his training regimen, and the afternoon training mirrored the morning one. First, he performed 2,000 push-ups, followed by approximately two hours of squatting, now with an additional 1,000 punches.
It was evening when Chen Fan finally completed the extra 1,000 punches, his hands feeling utterly fatigued. At that moment, the jailers arrived with dinner.
Chen Fan wasted no time and devoured the food. A faint warmth spread through his body, revitalizing his physical strength and slowly enhancing his physical fitness.
As usual, he could only eat one-third of the second serving before feeling slightly bloated. After the meal, Chen Fan nestled into his corner, resting until the next day, when he would begin his training again.
Chen Fan's life had become monotonous and dull. It consisted of daily, relentless training, the passage of time feeling like grains of sand slipping through his fingers. This routine persisted for nearly a year.
By this time, the pirates on the sixth level of Advance City no longer viewed Chen Fan with disdain. They had witnessed that whenever a pirate shared a cell with him, Chen Fan would not hesitate to eliminate the threat. Moreover, they noticed that Chen Fan's strength had significantly improved over the past year.
This was by design, as Chen Fan didn't want any companions when the time came for his prison break. He didn't want unnecessary complications.
"After 9,998, after 9,999, and 10,000," Chen Fan muttered as he finished his 10,000th push-up, his arms trembling. This marked a year of progress, with his push-up count increasing from 1,000 to 10,000.
Despite this remarkable progress, Chen Fan couldn't help but feel a touch of dissatisfaction. It reminded him that in the world of pirates, the Navy Six Styles were the most effective foundation-building techniques.
Not only did they rapidly enhance a naval soldier's early-stage strength, but they also facilitated the later mastery of Haki, including Armament and Observation Haki.
Chen Fan mused on how joining the Navy might have been the best choice if he hadn't ended up on the sixth level of Advance City. The Navy offered steady development, and their training resources were top-notch.
However, he was here now, and he contemplated how he could possibly learn the Navy's Six Styles on this floor.
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