Silver-Haired Boy

Early in the morning, the Night Pirates began their training, not at Kos's house, but in the mountains behind it. Teach, on the other hand, had been training all night, and ordinary weightlifting had long since lost its effect on him.

But he was always carrying the weight. In the mountains, Teach was carrying a small mountain on his back. Under the heavy pressure of the mountain, Teach had one hand behind his back, holding the mountain firmly, while he did push-ups with the other hand.

Kos also began physical training. It's difficult to become a strongman by relying solely on gun skills. One cannot be weak in physical skills. Long-range combat relies on gun skills, while close combat requires a combination of physical skills and gun skills. Kos has three guns: one rifle and two pistols.

Both Wallace and Nelson are trained in physical combat, practicing the Marine Six Styles while strengthening their physiques. Both of their abilities require strong physical skills to be fully utilized.

Gari is doing the same training as Teach, but at a slightly lower intensity. After witnessing Teach's immense strength and his near-world-class battle with Bullet Teach, Garr is no longer satisfied with his current abilities; he wants to become even stronger.

There are many people in this world who are stronger than him. In Gari's eyes, they are all prey, and the only way to hunt them is to become stronger himself.

The same goes for the others. As the captain, Teach is far superior to them. If they can't keep up with Teach, they'll be eliminated.

Although Teach didn't say it explicitly, they could guess that in the future, the status on the ship would undoubtedly be based on strength. Apart from people with special abilities like Baccarat, there would also be people like Pito who were talented and powerful but not interested in status.

Everyone else was very concerned about their future position on the ship, which sparked competition.

They were all chosen by Teach, possessing both strength and potential. Among their peers, they were top-tier in strength, having never even encountered an opponent. Even the weakest among them, Nelson, had enormous potential. The weight granted to him by his own space was like a built-in cheat code for cultivation, something even Teach envied.

In addition, Nelson's ability is very practical. Now Teach and the others also know about his ability, Devil Fruit called the Steal-Steal Fruit, which comes with a space and a theft domain. It can steal things within the domain and send them into the space. The substitution is just an ability he developed.

Pito rarely gets serious, but when she does, she's terrifying. Normally, she only does ordinary training, Teach doesn't have any demands on her. However, after Teach's crushing defeat in the battle against Bullet, Pito started training seriously, and her strength is growing rapidly.

Meanwhile, according to Gari, Teach's crew wasn't just them; there were others in the New World, such as Mostima, the captain of the White Bird Pirates, who is currently shining brightly with a bounty of 450 million. In just two months, his bounty has increased by another 30 million.

He first defeated many pirates who challenged him, and his territory expanded to three islands.

At the same time, the strength of his crew increased greatly. Haduno ate the Zoan Giant Lizard Fruit, Hadman ate the Zoan Silverback Masira Fruit, Ebby was the Mantis Fruit Devil Fruit User, and Shuke was the Mole Devil Fruit User. Because Shuke's potential was limited, he chose this ability from the Devil Fruit that Teach had stolen, also in order to enhance his strength.

Furthermore, Mostima also subdued Jetman Kaski he had defeated in the Sabaody Archipelago, greatly increasing his fame and attracting many pirates to his cause, thus expanding Mostima's power.

There was also a terrifying monster no weaker than Teach, two young pirates, one Mythical Zoan Devil Fruit User, and the other a user who had eaten an ability comparable to a top-tier Ancient Species.

This was the information they received from Pito. The powerful figures and monsters they encountered put immense pressure on them, forcing them to become stronger and seek breakthroughs.

The Night Pirates' insane training shocked Trey and the others, but they didn't disturb them except during rest and mealtimes.

Young Van Augur also joined in, but he was either watching their training, observing their fights, or practicing his marksmanship. Although he didn't have any strong concept of power in his mind, Teach and the others' training planted a seed called strength in Van Augur's heart.

"Want to take a stroll around the battlefield?" Kos, holding a gun, smiled and turned to Teach and the others.

"Let's go check out the battlefield. We've been training all day, it's so boring." Wallace perked up immediately, stretched, and said excitedly.

"Battlefield, is it interesting?" Baccarat clearly wasn't interested, a smile on her face as she glanced at Kos.

"It's nothing special. I went to the battlefield when I was very young, and practiced my marksmanship on enemy soldiers," Kos said after a moment's thought.

"You were very young. How old were you then?" Nelson seized on this crucial information and asked Kos.

"He's only seven, but he'll be eight soon." Kos said the most pretentious thing in the most nonchalant tone.

Kos started killing people when he was seven years old. What were they doing when they were seven? Playing in the mud?

"But won't we get caught in the crossfire if we go to the battlefield? Won't we be attacked by those soldiers?" Wallace was a little worried. They were just going to take a look at the battlefield; they didn't intend to fight and hated trouble.

"No, there's no large-scale war right now. We won't go to the main battlefields surrounding the large gold mines. We'll only go to the outskirts, where there's no war, just small-scale skirmishes, but there's occasional movement of people," Kos explained.

"Both kingdoms constantly send cannon fodder to the border regions, attempting to sneak into the enemy kingdom's territory. However, since both kingdoms share the same idea, minor skirmishes continue on the border regions, but no one pays any attention."

"These cannon fodder are made up of slaves, orphaned boy soldiers, and servant soldiers. It's not that dangerous. From the time I was seven until I left at sixteen, I often went there and there was never any danger."

"In that case, let's relax for a day and take a stroll around the battlefield." Seeing that they were somewhat interested, Teach immediately agreed.

Hearing their conversation, Oka seemed to want to go too, but that wasn't Teach and the others could decide; it required his mother's consent. Undoubtedly, Lindsey hadn't agreed, and couldn't possibly agree. How could she let such a young child go to the dangerous battlefield?

She even learned that Kos had secretly gone to the battlefield when he was a child, something she knew nothing about, and therefore gave Kos a good scolding.

On the edge of the battlefield, in a dense forest outside the border between the two countries, this area is still within the territory of the Kruoye Kingdom. Further ahead lies the real battlefield. Standing in the dense forest, on a high point, is a small hillside in an excellent location, the very place where Kos once practiced shooting.

As you can see, the land is barren, with some dilapidated house ruins that are decades old. There used to be many small towns and villages along the border between the two countries, but now, most of them have been abandoned and destroyed by war. All the residents have fled to the eastern and central parts of the kingdom.

Only a few small towns remained, which were built into military fortresses specifically for war preparation. Most of the residents were driven out, or fled with their families for fear of being affected by the war.

The war left behind a devastation; the ground was stained with dried blood and fragments of tattered clothing. There were no corpses on the battlefield; to prevent the spread of plague, these bodies were disposed of periodically.

After all, plagues are terrible. Once a plague breaks out, it will not be thousands of people who die, but tens or hundreds of thousands. Even when war breaks out on the battlefield, both sides actually exercise restraint. After all, they have been fighting for half a century. Both sides know each other very well, and neither can help but love the other.

And now, a small war is taking place.

Just a hundred meters away, two opposing factions charged at each other. To distinguish their factions, they wore yellow and red shoulder straps respectively.

"Those with yellow shoulder straps are cannon fodder from the Kruoye Kingdom, and those with red shoulder straps are from the Nolan Kingdom," Kos explained, watching the battlefield from afar.

"There are children, old people, slaves, and young people. It's so tragic. They don't even have decent weapons, and some of them have tattered clothes." Baccarat frowned when she saw this scene. Although she wasn't particularly sentimental, she still found it hard to accept.

"That's why it's called Cannon Fodder Camp. It's full of cannon fodder, including orphans, vagrants, and slaves from the country. They're all just people sent to their deaths. This way, it can reduce the burden on the country. That's probably what those people at the top are thinking." Kos was very indifferent and had no other opinion on this matter. It was none of his business.

"These Cannon Fodder Camp fight every few days, sometimes in direct combat, sometimes in surprise attacks. While ensuring their own survival, they also have to kill five enemies and carry five enemy shoulder straps so that they can get food when they return. It's just the most basic food, bread, barely enough to fill their stomachs." Having stayed in this battlefield for so long, Kos knows this place very well.

"Hmm? There's no one watching us, which means..." Nelson suddenly realized something and his eyes widened.

"It's probably just that teammates can steal each other's shoulder straps, since no one's monitoring them anyway," Wallace said, observing the situation on the battlefield.

"That's right, they're just cannon fodder after all. No one cares about their lives; the higher-ups only care about their results." Kos nodded, looking towards the battlefield.

"Huh! It's him." Kos's pupils suddenly contracted as his gaze fell on a person on the battlefield.

"What's wrong? Kos, who is it?" Wallace asked, noticing Kos's surprised expression. Kos rarely showed such an expression.

"Look over there, there's a silver-haired child on the battlefield, about eleven or twelve years old, being attacked by four adults." Kos pointed to an area in the center of the battlefield.

Reminded by Kos's words, Teach turned their gazes to the center of the battlefield. They wouldn't normally pay attention to such a small skirmish, but Kos's behavior piqued their curiosity. Who exactly was "he"?

As you can see, there is a silver-haired boy, shirtless, with a very thin body, but he is showing amazing strength. Those who can survive in the Cannon Fodder Camp are all quite strong, and among so many orphans, children and adults, they have a great advantage.

Even so, he was not at a disadvantage when facing the attack of four adults. Holding a wooden stick, he kept swinging it left and right, attacking the adults' weapons, parrying, and seizing the opportunity to attack.

The wooden sticks in their hands kept hitting their opponents, causing them pain. But since it was four against one, they quickly seized the opportunity. Three of them blocked the boy's attack. When the boy tried to retreat, one of them blocked the wooden stick he swung, while the other two stood on either side of him, holding iron bars or steel pipes and swinging them at the boy.

"You White-Haired Devil, die! If you die, we'll be free!" one of them exclaimed excitedly, his eyes wide.

The boy remained unfazed. The adult in front of him had already gone all out, but the boy's wooden stick easily blocked his attack. Sensing the danger on both sides, the boy suddenly lunged forward, his wooden stick pressing down on the opponent's iron bar.

As adults, we have a great advantage in the Cannon Fodder Camp. We get the best weapons, unlike others who only have wooden sticks, and some don't even have the weapons they want. They can only pick up stones from the ground and use them as weapons.

The top of the wooden stick was sharpened to a cone shape, and at this moment, the threat it posed was even more deadly than a harder iron rod, as the pointed end pierced directly through an adult's abdomen.

He stared blankly at his abdomen, the excruciating pain making it hard to believe he was going to die like this. In the Cannon Fodder Camp, no one would treat the sick, or even treat the wounds. At most, they would give you a few bandages to bandage your wounds yourself.

However, the boy didn't give him time to react. He snatched the iron bar from his hand. Attacks from both sides were already coming. He instinctively dodged to the side, avoiding the steel pipe on the right. At the same time, he swung the iron bar in his hand to the left, bringing a gust of wind. The two iron bars collided, but without a doubt, the boy's strength was greater.

The iron bar slipped from the adult's hand, sent flying by the powerful force. However, in his vision, a black light flashed, and an iron bar was already swinging towards his head and neck.

Blood splattered out as the head of the iron rod sliced across his neck in an instant, killing him instantly.

However, it wasn't over yet. He swung the iron bar in his backhand to the right. The adult who had been holding the steel pipe tried to dodge this dangerous blow, but it was too late. The bar was swung too fast and grazed his neck as well.

The three who attacked him were thus killed in a desperate counterattack, two dead and one seriously injured. However, there was still one more person behind him, holding an iron bar, who smashed it down on the boy's head from above.

Turning to the side, the iron bar that was swung down did not hit the boy's head, but instead landed on his shoulder.

However, the boy remained unfazed; the blow seemed to have caused no harm whatsoever. "A devil, White-Haired Devil!" Seeing the boy's demeanor, the adult finally felt fear. Even with all four of them attacking together, they still failed.

The rumored White-Haired Devil truly terrified him.

He involuntarily took two steps back, but what he faced were those cold and ruthless eyes, the flowing silver hair, and the iron bar that was already being swung.