Taking on the Whole School Alone!

This guy is too arrogant!

His words not only angered Tokikake, but also stirred up anger in the hearts of the remaining ninety upperclassmen.

Defeating ten people decisively is impressive, but does that justify such arrogance?

Are ten people and ninety people the same thing?

Suddenly, a burly young man closest to Gion shouted angrily, "Twenty men! The rest of you, surround him!"

This person seemed to have a lot of prestige, and the two outermost rows of trainees actually obeyed the order and rushed forward, while the seventy people behind them split to the left and right, forming a circular encirclement.

Bullet ignored them and charged into the twenty men who came at him like a tiger among wolves, his fists and feet striking wildly in all directions with a fierce whooshing sound.

He didn't use the Six Powers, such as Shave and Rankyaku, but instead fought them with the purest physical skills and combat experience.

While the Six Powers, a technique that transcends human limits, is effective, its power is somewhat excessive when used on these Marine-level trainees, and it also consumes far more of their stamina.

It's fair to say that the losses outweigh the gains!

Five or six years of battlefield experience made him naturally realize the importance of controlling his physical strength.

[Bang!]

Bullet, looking excited, smashed a Bokken that was being swung at him with a heavy punch, and then, without losing momentum, slammed it into the opponent's chest, sending him tumbling and flying backwards on the ground.

Fortunately, he managed to reduce his strength in time, so there shouldn't be any major problems. In the next instant, he executed a spinning kick, sweeping the three students behind him, along with their knives, aside.

From beginning to end, these so-called upperclassmen were no match for them at all!

"Bring up twenty more!" the man who had given the order earlier shouted again.

It wasn't that they didn't want to attack all at once, but Bullet was alone, and there wasn't much space around him for people to stand in.

Even if everyone attacked together, it wouldn't make much difference. It would be better to maximize the numerical advantage and use a "fill-the-blank" tactic to wear down Bullet's stamina time and time again.

Whether they were participating in the battle or watching, most of the people present, including Gion and Tokikake, felt that although Bullet looked very strong now, he would eventually become weak.

"Your son is amazing!"

Borsalino stared wide-eyed behind his sunglasses and exclaimed, "At only fourteen, he's already accomplished the feat of taking on a hundred men!"

"That's truly remarkable." Dragon nodded, though he could have done about the same when he was fourteen.

It's unclear who would be stronger between those ferocious beasts, each two or three meters tall and five or six meters long, and these one hundred marines.

Sakazuki remained silent, because he felt he couldn't do it when he was fourteen. Let alone a hundred headquarters-level marines, even a hundred marines from the North Blue division would have been a challenge.

If he had that kind of strength back then, how could he have been captured and enslaved by pirates from the North Blue?

"Tsk tsk tsk, this brat really makes me proud." Vidal was quite pleased to hear them praising Bullet so highly.

"Let's attack together!"

Six senior students, their expressions grave, attacked from different directions, their Bokken wielding forceful blows—stabbing, slashing, parrying, and hacking—as they slashed at Bullet from all sides, above and below.

Unfortunately, the speed difference was too great. Bullet could easily spot someone, rush in, and send them flying with a single punch, turning the so-called joint attack into a joke.

These people simply didn't have the ability to hold him off for even three seconds, let alone the kind of tactic of three people working together to defend against attacks.

However, the continuous influx of reinforcements kept Bullet constantly surrounded, forcing him to face a dozen or so Bokken every minute.

But the more this happened, the more excited, thrilled, and exhilarated he became, his whole body heating up.

"Ha ha!"

"Come on, let's keep going!"

Bullet grinned wildly as he smashed down one student after another who lunged at him, occasionally kicking out to deflect attacks from behind.

Before they knew it, the original one hundred people had dwindled to less than forty, which directly caused an eerie atmosphere of tension to permeate the entire Marine Headquarters Academy's Sports Field.

The only sounds in the arena were Bullet's maniacal laughter, the sounds of punches and kicks, and the screams of pain from trainees being knocked to the ground in various poses.

Apart from that, the surroundings were solemn and silent!

"Wow, he really looks like he can beat these hundred people!" Borsalino's exclamation evolved into amazement.

He himself had practiced swordsmanship since childhood, so he could tell that the students participating in the battle had mastered swordsmanship quite well.

Although there was still a gap between him and his peers at the same age, he thought about his swordsmanship at the age of fourteen and realized that he could only handle about ten people at a time.

"Now I finally believe what you said is true, without any exaggeration!" Dragon's eyes were fixed on Bullet, who was engaged in fierce combat.

He decided to make a phone call tonight to tell his father about Bullet's performance and potential.

It's hard to imagine how far this boy will go after receiving long-term training from his father, given his natural talent!

"I just don't know how much longer he can hold on. He's been under such intense pressure for almost two hours."

Sakazuki suddenly chimed in, speaking up as he looked up at the blood-red sunset.

"If all the opponents are of this strength, then it's still a long way off."

Vidal laughed, "These physical-type monsters are often no less physically strong than Awakening Zoan users."

"Gion, he, he seems to be almost done fighting!" Tokikake stared dumbfounded at Bullet, who was as ferocious as a tiger, his forehead covered with beads of cold sweat.

"Hmm," Gion was so shocked that she couldn't say a word.

She couldn't understand why, when everyone was around fourteen or fifteen years old, Bullet's physical strength was so exaggerated. Was he even human?

Could it be Giant Tribe with dwarfism, or perhaps someone with some Giant Tribe blood in their body?

"So what do we do now? Should we go in?" Tokikake swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, when suddenly a brilliant idea struck him.

If I wait until Bullet's stamina is almost gone, will I have a chance to defeat him if I go up next?

This way I can finally get revenge for the beating I got earlier!

But even after nearly all one hundred men had been defeated, Bullet showed no signs of exhaustion; his punches remained powerful and swift, each strike cutting through the air.

Just then, a large, dark crowd suddenly appeared from the Teaching Building and the dormitory area in the distance.

These were students one or two years ahead of Bullet Gion, and each of them was carrying a Bokken.

There are probably two or three hundred people!

"Chief Instructor, isn't what we're doing inappropriate? It seems like we're targeting Bullet," the officer behind Zephyr said hesitantly.

These trainees were summoned by Zephyr on orders to defeat Bullet.

"There's nothing wrong with it, I just want to see where this kid's limits are!" Zephyr looked at the arena with anticipation.

"I'd like to see how many hundred men he can take on?"

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