Flash-Flash Fruit Shows Its Might

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!

Boom, boom, boom!

In the barren mountains, these deafening sounds began to ring out without end as one "stone target" after another was blasted into rubble by Rosha's Photon Bullets.

"The power's decent, but the accuracy is still a little off."

Rosha could not help shaking his head slightly, feeling somewhat dissatisfied.

At his current level of accuracy, he would probably have a hard time hitting anything from a greater distance. He still needed long-term training.

Comrade, you still need to work hard!

Still, Rosha had only just obtained the Flash-Flash Fruit's powers, so there was no need to rush.

The road had to be walked step by step. No one could become fat in a single bite.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!

Rosha threw himself into training.

When he began to feel tired and paused to catch his breath, he realized that he had been firing continuously for two whole hours.

In other words, it was equivalent to holding a gun and shooting nonstop for two hours!

That was outrageous!

It seemed the Devil Fruit had also been subtly altering Rosha's physique.

Of course, compared with the monsters in the Pirate World who could fight for days and nights on end, this was still far from enough. But for Rosha, it was already an enormous leap.

Moreover, those two hours of training had been quite effective. Rosha's aim was now much better than before.

Rosha was quite satisfied with that.

Considering the constant flashes of light late at night, it was not exactly appropriate, even in the concealed woods of a barren mountain.

Although he was still full of energy, Rosha stopped anyway.

It seemed he would need to set up an indoor training ground in the future.

Rosha could not help thinking to himself.

Of course, it was still too early to consider such things. For now, he could only come earlier and train during the day.

As for leaving work early, he was the boss anyway. He could do whatever made him happy.

Thinking about all sorts of random things, Rosha started back the way he had come. It took him more than half an hour to make his way down the mountain.

Fortunately, his physique had improved. In the past, he really would not have been able to endure such exertion.

Even so, this stretch of road was still extremely remote, and there was no way to catch a cab.

After thinking it over briefly, Rosha made a decision: run!

He wanted to see just how strong his body had become.

Tap, tap, tap!

Tap, tap, tap!

Faint, barely audible footsteps began to echo along the quiet road.

That run lasted another two hours.

Only then did Rosha feel a little tired.

He had to admit, this physique was a bit absurd.

"Damn, I was so focused on running. Where the hell am I?"

He had not noticed while running, but once he stopped, Rosha realized that the surrounding area looked completely unfamiliar. He had apparently never been here before.

Moreover, the area looked filthy and rundown, like some urban fringe district.

"Did I accidentally run into a slum?"

Rosha could not help pondering to himself.

Places like this had always been hotbeds of crime. Rosha took out his phone, intending to check the map and leave.

"Kid, you! Don't move!"

"Hand over everything valuable you've got!"

"Or I'll shoot you dead!"

But at that moment, four delinquent youths suddenly sprang out from the alley ahead.

Each of them held a gun, pointing it at Rosha as they shouted.

As expected of the free United States—gunfights every day. Rosha could not stop himself from mocking it inwardly.

If this had happened before, Rosha really would have panicked. But now, the ones who should be panicking were the guys across from him.

"Take my advice, guys. If you ever rob someone again and run into a person as calm as me, you'd better turn around and leave."

"I mean it!"

Rosha spread his hands and spoke sincerely to the delinquent youths.

After all, this was a world where superheroes were everywhere!

Was this kid a fucking lunatic?

The delinquents across from him all cursed inwardly. They thought Rosha had something wrong with his head, spouting nonsense like that.

"What the fuck are you babbling about? Hurry up and hand over the money!"

The delinquent in the lead, wearing a plaid shirt, racked his gun with a clack. "Believe me, I'll blow your head off with one shot!"

As he spoke, he pressed the gun against Rosha's head.

Rosha stopped wasting words and pointed directly at the plaid-shirted youth.

A golden flash streaked out, instantly piercing through the plaid shirt's chest.

"What... what's going on?"

The plaid-shirted youth stared wide-eyed at the bloody hole blasted through his chest, unable to believe it no matter what.

With a heart full of unwillingness, he collapsed to the ground.

The remaining three delinquents were all enraged.

This kid was way too fucking arrogant. With so many guns pointed at him, he still dared to act so recklessly?

The era when Marvel's monsters and demons ran rampant had not yet arrived. This was still more or less a normal world.

So the delinquents did not think of anything supernatural. They only assumed Rosha had some strange weapon hidden on him that could emit golden light.

That was all.

"You killed Jack?"

"Kid, you're dead!"

"Kill him!"

Amid furious shouts, the delinquents pulled the triggers of their guns at Rosha.

Bang, bang, bang!

Several sharp gunshots tore through the quiet night sky.

At such close range, unless they were blind, there was no way they could miss. Several bullets struck Rosha in rapid succession.

But something astonishing happened. Every spot where Rosha was hit flashed with a bit of golden light before fading away.

Rosha himself was completely unharmed!

"That's impossible!"

The delinquents cried out in shock, as though they had seen a ghost.

They had clearly shot the kid so many times. Why did he not even have the slightest injury?

And what had that golden light been just now?

But Rosha gave them no time to think.

He raised both hands and fired wildly at the three delinquents before him.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!

Several golden flashes streaked past.

The delinquents' bodies were all pierced through, and they collapsed helplessly to the ground.

Even as they died, they could not understand why that kid could not be killed.

And what kind of weapon was he holding?

Unfortunately for them, they would never find out the answer for the rest of their lives.

Without even looking at the corpses on the ground, Rosha quickened his pace, and his figure swiftly vanished into the darkness.