Bullet Enraged!

In the center of Z Island, the sky was gradually darkening.

Kuzan sat down casually, not knowing why he was on the wooden chair. There was a wooden table next to him, and behind the table grew two banana trees, beyond which lay a small jungle.

He had actually been here for several hours, but when the trainees who arrived saw him, none of them were willing to come closer and instead ran off to fight elsewhere.

Kuzan understood them. After all, the ability to transform into elements was unsolvable for ordinary students, and no one would be foolish enough to cause him trouble knowing that.

As for himself, although his passion hadn't cooled, he wasn't the type to actively provoke others. Anyway, the requirement for this chaotic battle was to leave three people alive in the end, so as long as that condition was met, wouldn't that be enough?

It's pretty good now. Nobody bothers him, and he doesn't bother anyone. He can even have a wooden chair and table all to himself and take a nap. Actually, he really likes to sleep. It's just a pity he didn't bring his eye mask.

Although he knew very well that this peaceful situation wouldn't last long, after all, there was still a guy on the island who liked to cause trouble.

"How strange. With that guy's strength, he should have arrived here by now. Why haven't I seen him yet?" Kuzan placed his right hand on the wooden table, gently rested his cheek in his palm, and squinted as he pondered.

Suddenly, he heard heavy footsteps coming from the darkness in the distance, and as the sound got closer, the ground trembled. This made Kuzan subconsciously look up.

"It really is that Giant Tribe. What's his name again? Oh, right, Saul!"

Saul's enormous size was so striking that Kuzan could spot him at a glance without even standing up from his chair.

Just when the latter thought he was about to face a great battle with the giants, Saul simply glanced at him and quietly sat down a short distance away.

Now Kuzan and Saul stared at each other in the moonlight.

A moment later, Saul spoke up and asked, "Your name is Kuzan, right? You're a Logia Ice-Ice Devil Fruit User. Aren't you going to hit me?"

"Hmm, you can make your move against me first," Kuzan replied after a moment's thought.

Saul shook his head. "I don't want to attack my own comrade first. Why don't you attack me first?"

"No, you go first." Kuzan waved his hand.

"You go first."

"You go first."

Now both sides understood that the other had a similar personality, which made things somewhat unsolvable. Neither wanted to be the first to strike, so the fight couldn't break out!

Since they couldn't fight, they decided to chat. As they talked, they began to reminisce about their hometowns, their childhoods, and eventually their goals of joining the navy.

This left the naval officers hiding in the shadows speechless as they watched the two men enjoying themselves; they had expected a fierce battle to break out.

Not to mention them, even the naval leaders watching the live stream were helpless. Many people had been looking forward to this battle between Logia Devil Fruit users and the Giant Tribe for a long time.

How did it become like this? Is this all? Is this all?

Are you kidding me?!

"Heh, you two won't be able to relax for long, that kid's already here." Vidal had been keeping a close eye on his son, chuckled to himself.

Kuzan and his associates, as those in power, might not have known, but the bystanders saw it all clearly: more than half of the fifty trainees were swept away by Bullet, and the number of prisoners who died at his hands was countless.

Like the first Sakazuki, he wasn't in a hurry to go to the central area, but instead swept around the perimeter first. However, the former only targeted the prisoners, while Bullet treated everyone equally.

Oh no, at least the trainees can survive his attacks, though coughing up blood, breaking bones, and falling into a coma are inevitable.

No one seemed to see anything wrong with this; after all, it was an internal naval trial, and who would have thought no one would get injured?

"This Bullet is a complete battle maniac. If he hadn't become a Marine, I feel he would have been a major menace if left out in the open!" Dragon suddenly said.

"Yes, yes!"

"I think so too. That kid loves to cause trouble."

"Luckily, the base commander took him in."

Vincent, Comil, and the others present echoed each other, giving everyone a very direct impression of how assertive Dragon and Bullet's personalities were. Coupled with his terrifying talent and abilities, they felt that once he graduated from the Special Training Camp, few of them would be able to defeat him!

"The show is about to begin!"

At this moment, Vidal, sitting in the main seat, watched the live broadcast and quietly offered a reminder.

The screen is now divided into four sections: one Tokikake the situation in Gion, and the other three showing the perspectives of Bullet, Kuzan, and Saul. Therefore, the overall screen is much larger than before.

"Now only the five of them are left."

"It's all because of Bullet; otherwise, there would be at least ten people left."

"But even if those trainees get on the field, they can't compete with them. They might as well get out of the game early and rest."

On Z Island, in the central area, Kuzan and Saul seemed to sense something and instinctively looked towards the northeast, where a tall figure was walking towards them step by step.

The man had long, golden hair that cascaded down his back, and his nearly square, muscular upper body made him look extremely imposing. In particular, his eyes, filled with fighting spirit and excitement, made the two men being looked at tense.

"Has it finally arrived?"

Bullet!

Kuzan stood up abruptly from his chair, as did Saul, but he made a louder commotion, his simple act of standing up creating a series of thuds.

"Giant Tribe, huh? I've been wanting to fight one for ages!" Bullet walked into the arena, head held high, looking at Saul with a mocking expression. He then glanced at Kuzan. "After I've beaten him, I'll come find you."

He had already experienced the Kuzan -Ice-Ice Fruit, which satisfied his craving temporarily. Now, he was more eager to taste the power of the Giant Tribe, and it was indeed immense!

[Bang, bang, bang]

Saul strode up to Bullet, his face covered in what appeared to be either hair or beard, making him look somewhat old.

"I've already heard about you from Kuzan, the Rear Admiral 'Ryokugyu,' Forrest Bullet, Mythical Zoan Beast."

"So what?" Bullet sneered, cracking his knuckles.

"If your strength lies in power, then you can't possibly be my match." Saul looked down at his opponent, his voice calm, and advised, "It's regrettable, but I am Giant Tribe, and I hope you understand that. I don't want to hurt you."

He was genuinely trying to persuade Bullet to act within his capabilities, since Giant Tribe have an innate and overwhelming advantage in terms of strength.

"Ha?!"

Bullet was stunned for a moment, then a surge of anger welled up in his chest, making him laugh out loud. In his eyes, this was the highest level of provocation, contempt, and mockery—who did they think they were!

"Don't you want to hurt me?"

"I could never be your match?"

"Then I'd like to see who can hurt whom!"

Inside the conference room at the Marine Base in Sabaody, Vidal shook his head helplessly after hearing Saul's well-intentioned advice.

"It's over. He's completely enraged Bullet. If he can actually beat him, that's fine, but if he can't, Saul is in big trouble. That kid's going to go all out."

Vidal felt he should call and remind Professor Zephyr, otherwise, who knows what might happen.