Voyaging at sea was always dull. At first, gazing upon the boundless ocean filled one with a sense of longing and wonder, but after staring at it for several days straight... the view really became fucking nauseating.
Wu Biao lay sprawled on the deck like a dead fish, wearing a white lab coat beneath a military officer's cape. Not far from him, Koby was throwing punches with a troubled expression.
In the blink of an eye, they had been sailing for nearly two days. Throughout those two days, Wu Biao had done nothing but loaf around like this.
At first, although the recruits from the training camp were displeased with Wu Biao, they still respected his immense strength. Thus, whenever they discussed matters, they would try to ask for his opinion.
Of course, Wu Biao's replies were generally along the lines of, "Huh? Say that again... Forget it, too troublesome. You're asking me about something this minor?"
In short, after two days, everyone on the ship had basically begun completely ignoring Wu Biao, including Colonel T-Bone.
In their eyes, Wu Biao had gone from a formidable major to a useless salted-fish idiot who did nothing but eat and sleep.
Of course, if they knew Brother Biao could not be bothered to fight because the trainees were too weak and he found battling small fry tiresome, who knew what they would think.
"Brother Biao, I still can't quite get the hang of this Crushing Punch," Koby said as he walked over, sounding somewhat discouraged.
"Yawn..."
Wu Biao opened his eyes and yawned. "Throw another punch. Let me see."
"Okay!"
Koby nodded, planted his feet firmly, drew his fist back to his waist, then launched a straight punch.
"Wrong!" Wu Biao immediately shook his head and rose to stand beside Koby. "I