Chapter 59 Everything Is Ready

  The next day, in the underground training ground, Hobodi stripped off all his clothes and let Monet, who was excited all over his face, wrap him up with a blizzard, then fell to the ground.

  The nearly self-injurious action, after ending on the second day, did not bring any benefits to Hobodi. The feeling was still the same as the first day, able to make subtle observations, but often lacking in awareness.

  On the third day, still underground, Monet left after a prolonged blizzard, while Hobadi had begun to gradually enjoy being in this ambiguous state and was able to gradually understand.

  From imagining heartbeats, imagining the operation of internal organs, to truly and genuinely feeling using consciousness...

  The fourth day, the fifth day... a repetition of one day after another, Hobodi also didn't care about dates anymore.

  It's unknown how long it took, but in the end, Hobodi ended up living here, having Monet deliver his meals every day and then controlling her body afterwards. For the rest of the time, he just stayed in that state every day.

  And Hobodi found that every time he finished with Monet and entered that state again, it became much easier.

  And so time continued to pass... Suddenly, on a certain day——

  A massive underground training ground, a vast snowy area began to stir, Hobodi's dragon body with closed eyes started bouncing unconsciously in the snow.

  If someone were here right now, they would see that Hobodi's body is constantly shrinking. First his tail retracted, then the front of his tail, and before that, and before that, all the way to the top of his head...

  Finally, in the snowy ground lay a human with horns on his forehead, and scales covering his lower legs, with dragon scale marks on his thighs.

  The dragon man slowly opened his eyes, clenched his fist, and suddenly the dragon scales extended, transforming into a dragon claw that swiped fiercely at the ground.

  A creaking sound, with Longren as the center, began to spread outwards, and a ten-meter-long fissure appeared.

  "Taking on this martial form, the power to control the winds and rains has weakened, but the explosive force within my body feels like it can't be used up. I'm inclined towards physical attacks, let's try speed too..."

  Hobbit's legs kicked off from the ground and he covered a distance of 800 meters, from start to finish, in just a few breaths.

  "It's okay."

  "Ah-la, Master has finally finished what he wanted?" A soft and gentle voice echoed from the underground training base, as Mona slowly walked down the stairs.

  "Monet, how many days have passed? I only remember the events of the first three days. This posture cannot be said to be completed, it can only be said that 'the body can be adjusted', not 'freely adjusted', so there is still cultivation." Hoboldi explained carefully.

  "One and a half years."

  "Don't be ridiculous." Hobody's face turned serious at once.

  "It's been about two months! The nutritionist, pharmacist, and doctor all arrived a month ago. As for the medicine, it has already been confirmed by the pharmacist, and we have enough for one and a half years. All that's left is a physical training coach."

  "Is it? A year and a half is enough. And besides, that coach isn't needed anymore." Hobodi said with a wave of his hand.

  Monet was taken aback by this and looked puzzled: "Why change plans at the last minute?"

  Hobbit quietly looked at her: "Now try punching me in the face."

  "Huh?"

  The distance between them was less than a meter, and Monet was no ordinary person either.

  "Just hit it."

  Monet was somewhat bewildered and could only follow suit by throwing a punch, but before his fist had even swung out, he heard Hoboldi mutter:

  "Thirty centimeters to the right, normal airflow is disrupted. Judging from the disrupted air, one second later, the middle knuckle of a clenched fist should preemptively strike my left cheek."

  A second later, if there was a slow motion replay, Mona would have definitely seen the fist she threw out, just as Hobodi said. However, after another second, seeing her own fist hit Hobodi's left cheek, Mona was already shocked.

  "Is this what they mean by 'dazzling presence'?"

  Hoboldi shook his head: "No, this should be the 'Six Styles' paper drawing. In my current state, I use Life Return to unload all my strength and let my body's pores relax completely, so that I can keenly feel the direction of air flow around me, roughly infer the opponent's attack position, and finally dodge."

  "Is it? Is it something you've learned from your originally trained special skills?"

  "No, this is just a basic naval 'Sixth Sense' that exists on paper, but compared to the real thing, it's far inferior. Just now, your slow attack only reached my body within 10 centimeters before I noticed, which in a high-level battle, is essentially useless. The real Sixth Sense should be an even higher level of sensory ability."

  "So, what's the reason for not needing a physical education teacher?"

  Hoboldi said ruthlessly: "Although I haven't fully grasped the return of life, but in these two months, I have completely understood the structure of my body with my own consciousness. Now that I understand the direction of my cultivation, I don't need guidance anymore, so let that physical trainer go home!"

  "I understand." Monet nodded and took note. Then asked: "How to solve the current problem on the ground? You haven't patrolled for two months, Master."

  "I'll be going on a cruise soon." Hobodi relieved his life and returned, his entire body suddenly expanded to 7 or 8 meters, and then Hobodi's dragon claws stirred up a gust of wind on the ground, directly stripping off a piece of scales from his body.

  Hobodi stretched out his hand to grab the scales, and as he approached the dense gust of wind, the scales grew bigger and bigger, slowly taking on a human form and spreading out, eventually forming a dragon-like creature that was roughly Hobodi's original size.

  "What is this?" Monet was somewhat surprised.

  "Although my life hasn't been fully cultivated, I still managed to create a puppet using the principles of 'Life Return'. As long as this scale remains within my controllable range, the puppet won't be discovered as fake. It's like the principle of manipulating a marionette, with the core element being the scale. Using air to disperse cells and form an external structure similar to mine, its actions just need wind to manipulate it. Look..."

  Hobodi pointed with one hand and swung his arm, and the wooden puppet dragon man walked in the direction he was pointing.

  It's said to be walking, but in fact it's more inclined to 'float', because this shell itself is very light, with only the weight of a single scale.

  "This is just a prototype, if I can 'freely control my body' later on, it's possible that I'll be able to truly make a clone appear, with the same power as my main body! However, for now, it's all I can do. From here on out, within 100 meters of the coast of Jeku Island, I'll be in control. Beyond 100 meters and there's nothing I can do."

  "That's not called patrolling either? The master's reputation will surely plummet on this island." Mona said.

  "It doesn't matter. Let them say what they want! What's most important to me now is real strength. By the way, has anyone from our department come to the phone worm in the past two months?" Hobody asked.

  "That's not true." Mo Nai shook his head: "However, two months ago when I was hired that day, the pink old man recently had our branch people find a grandson for him again. He said that since we can catch him once, we must be able to catch him a second time."

  "That's all right. Take this puppet with you and remember to coordinate well. In the next year and a half, I will be cultivating here without any unexpected events."

  "Yes, I'll have the nutritionist prepare some essential food and the pharmacist prepare medicinal baths, the doctor's regular check-ups...and this one too—" Monet looked at the person next to him and licked his lips.

  Hobbit's face turned black: "You'd better not use this thing for that kind of thing, he's just an empty shell."

  "Then, I'll go find the master..."

  "It doesn't matter."

  Monet was taken aback, somewhat disbelieving. In the past, her master would only give in to her demands at the regular time every night, but over the past two months, things seemed to have changed. Occasionally, when she brought food over, she would even be taken by her master's proactive and domineering demands.

  Monet thought for a moment, a sly smile spreading across his face: "Well, in that case I look forward to the next year and a half!"

  "Who lost out, me or her?" Hobodi muttered to himself.

  "But that's not important. Fruit development, aura, and physical skills! That's the foundation... In a year and a half, at the sea near Sanbas, Creek, Koyasu Manor's butler Kuro, clown Buggy, Fishman Arlong from Conomi Islands, and Crocodile, let's meet up then!"

  "By the way, Master, recently the Navy sent an invitation from the Naval Guerrilla Team. It is said that the Navy's original retired Zefa General established a department dedicated to hunting pirates. What should we do?"

  "Refuse!"

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