Dadan did not really understand either.
Yet she felt that everything Kahn did was right.
After all, Kahn had just dragged back a tiger larger than the cabin yesterday.
It was enough to last them half a month.
Ace sneered at Kahn's behavior.
Idiots, how can anyone grow stronger by lying down.
Ace held a sharpened wooden stick.
He stabbed frantically at a tree trunk.
He urgently wanted to grow stronger.
He wanted to defeat Kahn.
Although they were twins, Kahn always stayed a step ahead of him.
Whether it was the speed of eating or the size of the hunted game.
This made the proud Ace extremely unhappy.
Kahn opened his eyes.
He looked at the sweat-soaked Ace.
"Want to spar?"
Kahn stood up and stretched his neck.
Ace's eyes lit up.
He threw away the stick, raised his fists, and rushed over.
"Just what I wanted!"
Ace rushed forward, his fist slamming toward Kahn's face.
Kahn did not dodge.
He did not even put up a defensive posture.
He let Ace's fist smash straight into the bridge of his nose.
Bang!
A muffled thud rang out.
Ace let out a miserable scream, clutching his wrist as he staggered backward.
He felt as though his punch had just landed on a solid steel plate.
His finger bones ached agonizingly.
Kahn touched his nose, not even leaving a red mark behind.
"Too weak, Ace."
"You can't even break my defense."
Kahn's tone was very calm.
There was no mockery, merely stating a fact.
Ace gritted his teeth, his eye sockets turning somewhat red.
He was unwilling to accept this.
Why was the gap so huge at the same age again?
"Again!"
Ace lunged forward once more.
The result did not change at all.
He was shaken back time and again, and he rushed up time and again.
Until he was utterly exhausted, collapsing onto the grass to pant heavily.
Kahn walked up to him and looked down from above.
"If you want to get stronger, eat more meat and lose your temper less."
"Your body hasn't fully grown yet, and overdrawing your physical strength now will only stunt your development."
After speaking, Kahn lay back down on the grass.
He continued absorbing sunlight.
Ace looked at Kahn's retreating back, his heart flooded with a complex mix of emotions.
He hated Kahn's condescending, lecturing tone.
Yet he had to admit that Kahn was right.
In this world of the survival of the fittest, strength was the absolute truth.
Night fell.
The temperature on Mount Colubo plummeted drastically.
A bonfire was lit inside the cabin.
The aroma of roasted meat permeated the air.
Dadan carved off the fattest piece of hind leg meat and handed it to Kahn.
"Eat up, little monster."
Kahn took the roasted meat and tore into it voraciously.
Though the energy provided by sunlight could strengthen his body, it could not completely replace food.
High-intensity metabolism still required a massive supply of caloric intake.
Ace sat off to one side.
He gnawed viciously on a bone.
He practically treated that bone as Kahn.
Kahn ate his meat while plotting his future plans in his mind.
He was only three years old right now.
Despite possessing Kryptonian Physiology, he was still a far cry from the true peak powerhouses of the vast seas.
He needed time.
He needed more sunlight.
And he needed to master the core power of this world.
Haki.
Even though Garp had dropped him off here, the old man definitely would not leave him to fend for himself entirely.
When the time was right, he would surely find a way to learn the cultivation methods of Haki from Garp.
Armament Haki, Observation Haki.
And Conqueror's Haki, which only one in a million possessed.
He wanted all of them.
Only by mastering these could he truly establish a foothold on this great ocean.
Only then would he possess the qualification to flip the chessboard in the upcoming Paramount War.
The glow of the bonfire reflected on Kahn's youthful face.
His gaze was profound and resolute.
Gol D. Roger's son.
This identity was both a curse and a driving force.
The World Government wanted to erase them.
The Marines wanted to turn them into the lackeys of justice.
The pirates wanted to exploit their bloodline.
Yet Kahn would never let himself be manipulated.
He was going to walk a path of his own.
A path that crushed everything with absolute strength.
Tomorrow, the sun would rise as usual.
He would grow stronger.
Stronger than today.
Stronger than everyone else.
Half a year later.
The early morning on Mount Colubo was always shattered by the startled cries of flying birds.
The wooden door panels once again met their tragic fate.
Accompanied by flying wooden splinters, Garp's tall figure squeezed through the narrow doorframe.
He was carrying a huge wild boar he had just hunted.
"Dadan, the old man has come to see his grandsons!"
Garp's booming voice shook the dust on the roof down in a flurry.
Dadan was holding a pot of hot soup, her hand shaking as she spilled it all over Dogra's foot.
Dogra clutched his foot and rolled around on the ground, not even daring to let out a loud scream.
Ace was sitting in a corner, gnawing on a piece of bone left over from last night.
Seeing Garp walk in, he dropped the bone and bolted toward the window.
Garp casually tossed a multi-ton wild boar onto the ground.
The ground shook violently.
He took a large stride forward, his big hand grabbing the back of Ace's collar.
"You brat, don't even say hello when you see your grandpa?"
Garp raised his fist and unceremoniously smashed it onto the top of Ace's head.
Ace squatted on the ground, holding his head, tears swirling in his eyes.
"You damn old fogey, who's your grandson!"
Garp laughed heartily, completely unbothered by Ace's harsh words.
He turned his head to look at the yard.
Kahn was sitting on a tree stump, stripped to the waist.
The morning sunlight spilled over him, casting a faint bronze sheen.
This little brat was sunbathing again.
Garp scratched his head, always feeling that this scene carried an indescribable sense of weirdness.
He strode over to Kahn.
The shadow blocked the sunlight on Kahn's body.
Kahn opened his eyes and looked up at this mountain of a man in the Marines.
"Old man Garp, you're blocking my light."
Kahn's tone was very calm, completely lacking the timidity a three-year-old should have.
Garp grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth.
"Brat, it looks like you've been living too comfortably here."
"The old man is going to thoroughly check the results of your training today."
Garp squeezed his fist, his knuckles making popping sounds like firecrackers.
Dadan watched with her heart in her throat from inside the house.
She was terrified that this Marine hero would punch that little monster to death.
Kahn stood up and patted the dust off his pants.
He didn't run away like Ace.
Instead, he took a step forward.
"Fine."
"I also want to know what kind of level I'm actually at right now."
Kahn's words made Garp pause for a moment.
This little brat actually took the initiative to challenge him.
Garp crossed his arms and looked down at Kahn.
"You've got spine, then bring it on."
Kahn took a deep breath.
His lungs billowed like a bellows.
The solar energy absorbed over the past half year boiled in his blood.
His legs burst with force.
The soil beneath his feet exploded into a shallow crater.
Kahn's entire body charged at Garp like a cannonball.
The speed was so fast it made Dadan inside the house rub her eyes.
This was simply not explosive power a three-year-old could possess.
Kahn twisted his waist in mid-air, his right fist driving a fierce wind as it smashed toward Garp's abdomen.
Garp didn't dodge, not even putting his hands down.
He wanted to take this punch head-on and see how much weight this brat really pulled.
"Bang!"
Fist and flesh met with a dull, thunderous roar.
A shockwave rippled outward with the two of them at the center.
The weeds in the yard were blown flat against the ground.
The smile on Garp's face froze.
He felt an extremely brutal force pierce through the muscles of his abdomen.
Although it wasn't enough to injure him, this strength definitely surpassed that of an ordinary adult strongman.
And this was just a three-and-a-half-year-old brat.
Kahn missed his first strike and didn't press the engagement.
Leveraging the rebound force, he did a flip in mid-air and landed steadily.
The surface of his fist was somewhat red.
Garp's muscles were simply harder than steel.
Kahn shook his hand, his eyebrows raising slightly.
It seemed he wouldn't get anywhere without bringing out some real skills.
Garp lowered his hands, and his gaze changed.
It was no longer the playful look of watching a child, but carried a hint of scrutiny.
"Decent strength."
"My turn."
Garp raised his right hand, seemingly swinging a punch at random.
He didn't use Armament Haki.
He didn't even use ten percent of his strength.
Yet a harsh piercing whistle still rang through the air.
Kahn didn't retreat.
He knew he couldn't retreat.
The Kryptonian Physiology granted him not only strength, but also freakish defensive power.
He crossed his arms to protect his chest.
He took Garp's punch raw.
"Boom!"
Kahn's feet plowed two deep trenches into the ground.
He slid for more than ten meters before stopping.
His back slammed into a thick oak tree.
The trunk shook violently, and fallen leaves fluttered down.
Kahn lowered his numb arms.
Aside from his forearms being somewhat red and swollen, his bones were completely intact.
He grinned and laughed.
He really could take it.
That sunbathing hadn't been for nothing.
Garp's eyes widened as big as copper bells.
He knew all too well the weight behind the punch he had just thrown.
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