The drizzle went on without end.
It was as though the sky had draped the earth in a melancholy cloak.
The entire island lay beneath a gray curtain and mist rich with poetic charm.
Bang, appearing as a young man, stood before a wooden window. His deep gaze pierced the rain as he looked toward the large pavilion in the distance known as the Martial King Pavilion.
They had followed President Chinjao to Flower City in the West Blue several days ago.
It was also home to the headquarters of the Martial Artist Association.
Bang rather liked the antique atmosphere here and had gradually grown accustomed to life in the city.
He no longer found everything he saw as astonishing as he had during the first few days.
Sea Star had simply too many things he had never heard of or seen before.
"Master!"
"President Chinjao wants you to come over as soon as possible!"
At that moment, Charanko, dressed in a dark green training uniform, knocked twice on the door and called from outside.
"Alright."
When Bang arrived at the second-floor hall of the Martial King Pavilion with Charanko.
Chinjao, Bachai, Gerhard, Suiryu, and the others had already gathered there.
But his attention was drawn to the ten Kung Fu Dugongs in the middle of the hall.
These magical creatures looked more like turtles, yet they could walk upright—or rather, hop around.
Apparently, President Chinjao had imported them in large numbers from Alabasta.
Because they loved practicing all kinds of Physical Arts, they normally served as sparring partners for the disciples.
Before Bang could ask anything, the Kung Fu Dugongs began performing all manner of punching movements.
Some threw boxing hooks, while others performed karate straight thrusts.
There were also Muay Thai elbow strikes and Bajiquan supporting hammers.
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