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"9,454, 9,455, 9,456..."
On the outskirts of the Elbaph Village, a figure with a body much larger than that of a human, with wings on his back, was sweating profusely there under the sunsets.
At this moment, El looked extremely determined while swinging his sword.
"Whoosh…!"
There was a sound of wind breaking through the air.
Astonishing wind pressure swept everywhere.
Rocks of all sizes were carried by the strong hurricane and splashed everywhere.
The exaggerated towering trees that were so huge that it was far beyond the imagination of ordinary people were swaying under the wind pressure.
Even some adult giant warriors felt their scalps tingling and didn't dare to approach rashly for fear of being hurt by mistake.
"El, although you are born with tremendous strength, your sword swinging speed is not fast enough, nor is it compressed enough..."
Jarul, who was standing by, held his beard and taught him patiently.
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"When your attack no longer causes such fierce wind pressure and is no longer so dispersed, making you fully concentrate and compress all your strength, you will be able to successfully master the skill that Elbaph is proud of!"
"Zabazaba! Because the giants are born with huge bodies and strength far exceeding that of other intelligent races..."
Jorul smiled and nodded.
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He also instructed carefully and imparted his experience: "So the giants' fighting skills are all open and close, not as fancy as the sword skills or physical skills of humans. Every move is about using force to overcome cleverness. Every blow is powerful and heavy, tearing and destroying everything that blocks it with an overwhelming force..."
"You must concentrate fully, without any distractions and external interference!"
"Try to focus all your strength, momentum, and will... On one strike!"
"Understood! I will try my best!"
El paused with a determined look in his eyes.
He listens to the teachings of the two elders, then summarizes his own shortcomings and actively corrects them.
Although he was born strong, he can be said to be gifted.
Even if he doesn't work too hard, perhaps his future achievements will still not be too low.
But at best, he would be the second Charlotte Linlin.
This was not the result he wanted.
His ambitions don't stop there.
Immediately, El took a deep breath.
He closed his eyes, controlled his breathing rhythm, and adjusted his posture carefully while he continued swinging his sword.
"Hoo…hoo…"
The cold light is shining.
The wind pressure is overwhelming.
Sure enough, it was much better than before.
The winds were still strong but less scattered.
"What a unique talent..."
Jarul and Jorul nodded secretly.
They were amazed in their hearts.
El was indeed a natural warrior favored by god.
His talent was truly amazing.
He gained new insights so quickly. This extraordinary understanding alone is incomparable to that simple-minded and overly rigid boy Hajrudin.
In just half a year, El has almost learned Elbaph's fighting skills.
If he wasn't too young and his body hadn't fully grown, so that they could only restricted the other party.
They are afraid El has already successfully mastered Hakoku Sovereignty.
"29,995, 29,996, 29,997..."
Time goes by.
El was training with sweat pouring down his face.
The ground was already soaked with his sweat.
"El, let's stop here for today!"
Looking at the sky, Jarul said with satisfaction: "It's getting late, we should go back!"
"That's right. You have to practice with some relaxation and tension. Don't be too impatient. We will continue tomorrow!"
He stroked his waterfall-like beard with a smile.
This is what makes them appreciate El.
This gifted young man with a strong will and extraordinary perseverance.
Those who train and are not afraid of hardship, never complain, and have perseverance are very rare.
"Huh...okay, see you tomorrow, two elders!"
El let out a long breath and stopped practicing.
He shook the sweat off his head and watched Jarul and Jorul leave.
"El, is the training over?"
Not far away.
An old woman with wrinkles on her face and wearing black nun's clothes came over and said to El with a smile: "Today is Ian's birthday. I have prepared a big birthday cake for him. Do you want to join us?"
She has a kind face.
Holding a cigarette, she had a smile on her wrinkled face.
But looking at this young boy with black wings, who looked like a fallen angel, there was an imperceptible greed and fear deep in her eyes.
The boy in front of her are the remnant of the Lunarians tribe.
The World Government once issued a sky-high reward for this race.
Anyone who finds any trace of this race and reports it to the World Government will receive a bounty of 100 million Belly.
Even more, if you can capture a Lunarian alive, you will receive a huge reward.
It's a pity that this guy has always been lukewarm towards her.
There was no way to trick him into the Sheep's House, and he was a powerful monster in his own right.
It is invulnerable to swords and guns, has immense strength, and possesses devil fruit that are terrifying.
"No thanks, Mother Carmel. I've already prepared dinner!"
El laughed and refused.
As a transmigrator, he naturally knew the identity of this Holy Mother before him.
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The so-called prevention of the execution of the giant warriors of the Giant Warrior Pirates by the Navy was nothing more than a play directed and performed by the World Government and Carmel.
Her true identity is that of a well-known human trafficker in the underworld, codenamed Mountain Witch.
Those orphans or problem children sent to the Sheep's House were not sent to be adopted by kind-hearted people but were directly sold by her to the World Government or other forces.
Most of those with good qualifications were sold to the World Government and brainwashed and trained to become CP agents.
What about those with mediocre talents or physical disabilities?
Most of them were sold to other forces.
There is no need to say more about the outcome.
Carmel, who was greedy by nature, had long coveted this remnant of the Lunarian tribe.
But she was not willing to just report the news to the World Government and get the mere 100 million Belly reward. However, she was afraid of the giants and could not use force.
She also tried every means to trick El into leaving Elbaph so that CP0 and the Navy could ambush him in advance to capture him directly.
But he ignored it.
Leaving her helpless.
But the reason why El has kept the other party until now is...
Isn't he also waiting for her to attract more children with good qualifications from all over the world?
Those problem children who were able to be kept by Carmel were all talented.
She was planning to make a fortune before retiring and selling it to the World Government.
It just takes some time and a little nurturing.
It's also a considerable help.
"Okay, then I won't bother you anymore... There should be a limit to training, and you have to take care of your body!" Carmel was helpless but still gave a kind reminder.
But in her heart, she hated El to death.
Damn, kid, he actually rejected her kindness again and again.
Don't let her get the chance, or she will sell him to the World Government.
That's a huge bounty.
"Go on, Mother Carmel!"
El smiled warmly while watching Carmel leave.
Unfortunately, Mother Carmel had no idea.
This hybrid of the Lunarian and the giants not only has a monstrous physique.
He was born with the ability to read other people's thoughts, and after years of unremitting efforts and training, he has even been able to read other people's memories.
Carmel thought she had hidden her malice and calculations very well.
But in fact, she was exposed in front of him, like a clown.
Where is the huge wealth accumulated by this "Holy Mother" through the continuous trafficking of high-quality children of various races over the years hidden?
If he wants to figure it out, it's easy.
People, he wants.
He also wants the treasure.
Everything Carmel did was just to help him.
Want to retire and enjoy your retirement?
Hell is a nice place.