The Strongest Marine

"Well--"

The moment the warm palm touched his body, the wounded man's skin was tinged with a bright green light, and he involuntarily let out a soft groan.

Clifford was astonished to see the pale face, which had been filled with pain, quickly regain its calm and rosy color in the green light, and then slowly open its eyes after a short while.

He quickly examined the student again and found that not only the surface bruises, but even the broken ribs inside had been completely healed.

"That's amazing! It's such a waste that you don't have that Devil Fruit power in the medical department!" Clifford's eyes lit up as he looked at Vidal.

Vidal smiled, but instead of answering directly, asked, "Can I begin treatment now?"

"Alright, come on over!" It's so late, Clifford wants to get home quickly to have dinner with his wife and daughter. "I'll let them know right away and tell them not to make a fuss later."

"OK."

Vidal waited for five or six minutes, until most of the medical staff had stopped what they were doing, then without saying a word, he slammed his hand on the ground and shouted.

"Nature's Gift!"

A faint green halo swept outwards from the palm of his hand, and then, at a visible speed, patches of lush green grass sprouted on the bare Sports Field.

Visually, it looks like a gorgeous green carpet has been laid on the ground, and the area gradually expands until it completely covers the entire Sports Field.

At the same time, the herbaceous plants beneath the wounded first emitted a familiar light, and then these trainees, who suffered various 'minor injuries,' were enveloped in green light.

In an instant, the cries of pain that had filled the ground were replaced by groans of comfort, and the various injuries inside and outside the body were being treated at a rapid pace.

"Director Clifford, we need to protect this patch of grass from now on; it automatically absorbs sunlight and stores energy during the day."

"From now on, if any trainees suffer minor injuries, don't waste manpower and resources. Just send them here to rest for a while," Vidal said, clapping his hands as he stood up.

"However, you will still need to treat the serious injuries yourself."

He could also add a passive ability to these grasslands to concentrate Photosynthetic Energy and enhance the treatment effect when encountering seriously injured people.

But doing so would not only be more troublesome, but would also likely provoke resentment from medical staff like those in Clifford.

Isn't this just stealing people's jobs?

Besides, how easy is it for a Navy Academy to suffer such 'serious injuries'? Unless the Paramount War was brought forward.

"Great! That's wonderful!" Clifford looked at the entire field of grass with delight, then squatted down again and gently stroked it.

Those of them who work in the medical field are not afraid of seriously injured patients; what is most tiring is the constant stream of patients with minor injuries and slight wounds.

After all, the number of doctors and nurses can never exceed the number of wounded.

But now that we have this grassland, everything is much easier. All we need to do is send out a notice telling those who aren't seriously injured to go outside and lie down!

For the next few hours, all the medical staff found they had nothing to do. Although they were still carrying over trainees who had been beaten up by Bullet, they simply put them on the ground and that was it.

"But there's one problem," Vidal said, looking up at the Milky Way and the bright moon as Borsalino leaned closer.

"The grassland doesn't have much Photosynthetic Energy left. Release some light for them to absorb."

Although he could replenish his stored energy into the grass, isn't there already a human-shaped mini-sun here?

Okay~

Borsalino naturally wouldn't refuse, lazily pointing his fingertips at his feet. The next second, a golden light flashed, and the light source began to rapidly enter the grass.

About ten minutes later, Vidal sensed that the energy storage was almost complete, and then he told Borsalino to stop.

This amount of exertion is nothing to Borsalino. He is twenty-six years old this year, and his previous statement that he might not be as physically strong as Bullet was just a somewhat modest remark.

Strictly speaking, his physical strength is definitely much stronger than that of Bullet, who is only fourteen years old. It's just that this guy always likes to make exaggerated statements.

In the center of the Sports Field, Bullet was finally panting heavily, with streams of steaming sweat trickling down his neck; his strength was almost gone.

There were a couple hundred people rushing towards him, but he didn't care about them. He was focused on the humanoid white bear not far away.

He had already decided to let the battle end with his defeat, so that he would have no regrets today.

The other party certainly noticed Bullet's dangerous gaze, but didn't seem to care much.

Based on our previous encounters, while I know I can't beat Bullet, it won't be easy for Bullet to defeat me either. But it definitely hurts a bit!

"Tekkai!"

But what he didn't expect was that Bullet was serious this time, concentrating his remaining strength on the Six Powers to further enhance the hardness of his body.

"Shave!"

[Bang--]

His right foot stomped down more than twenty times in an instant, shattering the ground where green grass had sprouted out of nowhere, and his entire body disappeared on the spot with a whooshing sound.

This caused many of the Bokken that were being swung at to miss their target, and also surprised the students who were standing nearby.

But in that brief instant, Bullet suddenly appeared in front of the humanoid polar bear, his fists already poised in a ready stance.

"Iron Body Fist: Machine Gun!"

He gave his opponent absolutely no time to react, or rather, by the time the opponent realized what was happening, more than a dozen heavy punches had already landed on him.

In just a few breaths, incredibly clear fist imprints appeared on the chest of the humanoid polar bear.

He referenced Vidal's Shigan Seed Machine Gun to this move, but because he preferred to fight with his fists, he combined the speed of the Shigan with the hardness of the Iron Body Fist.

Although its attack frequency is not as high as that of the Shigan Seed Machine Gun, its individual power is much greater, basically equivalent to unleashing a dozen Iron Fists in an instant.

Moreover, this is only limited by his current strength. Bullet believes that this move will one day have terrifying destructive power!

He even came up with a name for its final form: Vulcan Machine Gun!

Even this basic Machine Gun is a force that an ordinary Zoan user cannot withstand.

When all the force was applied to him, he transformed into a giant white cannonball, forcefully pushing all the students in the line behind him backward.

But after that move, Bullet's breathing became more rapid and heavy, and his muscles began to tremble.

His arms needed some time to rest, so he jumped directly into the air and then used 'Geppo' to fly higher and higher step by step.

This left the hundreds of people below helpless, and they could only glare angrily at the Bullet above them with grim expressions.

You think you can just run away after beating up so many of them?

However, this guy has already mastered so many of the Six Powers. Some students muttered to themselves, "He's definitely a monster."

At that moment, Bullet wiped the sweat from his brow, looked down at the entire arena, and laughed loudly, "I had my fun!"

"Remember my name, Bullet! Forrest Bullet!"

"I will be the strongest navy in history, and one day I will defeat all the Vice Admirals, Admirals, and even Fleet Admirals one by one!"

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