One Piece: Honey Badger Speedruns the World

He rummaged in his pocket for a while, then pulled out a wanted poster soaked with sweat and stuffed it into Goss's hand:

"He was a pirate captain who had been sailing the high seas for three years... I heard that he was completely wiped out by the Beasts Pirates, and he was the only one who escaped back to Zou."

Goss lowered his head.

The wanted poster was crumpled and had a salty, fishy smell.

The black goat in the photo is laughing maniacally while standing on a pile of corpses, its rectangular pupils revealing madness.

【WANTED】

【DEAD OR ALIVE】

Black Goat Moody

30,000,000 Berries

He reached out and gently touched the horrifying bruise at the corner of Roger's eye.

Roger winced in pain.

"Rogge".

Goss's voice was very soft. He slowly folded the wanted poster, put it in his pocket, and raised his head. His red eyes were frighteningly calm.

Roger knew that the angrier Goss was, the calmer he became.

"Which foot did he use to kick you?"

"He poked me with that horn on his head..."

"..."

Goss did not stay in the old house for long.

He carefully put the brass pocket watch, which had long since stopped ticking, close to his body, feeling the coolness of the metal seeping through the fabric.

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The honey badger's murderous intent, which had been somewhat agitated by Roger's injury, gradually subsided.

Reason prevailed once again.

After saying goodbye to Rogge, he quickly constructed a combat strength information in his mind.

"Black Goat Moody".

"A bounty of thirty million, at least three years of real combat experience, ruthless, and skilled in wrestling?"

As Goss walked, he casually swung a claw at the air.

The five claws roared with tremendous force.

But he frowned in displeasure.

"If you only know one move, it's too easy for others to see through you. Unless you can defeat your opponent in one move, you have no chance of winning if the game goes on for too long."

If you encounter ordinary weaklings, you might be able to crush them with your strength.

However, when facing an experienced opponent like Modi who is roughly equal in skill, one's weaknesses will be magnified infinitely.

Winning wouldn't be difficult. Based on his experience from today's fight with Thornton, he estimated he had at least a 70% chance of winning.

Goss stopped and glanced at the musketeers' encampment in the distance, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

"But that's not enough. What I want isn't a victory in a friendly match, but to give Rogge a chance to vent his anger."

But when the time comes in the ring, Sicilian and Pedro will never give themselves the chance to use their full strength.

He must achieve a complete and overwhelming victory in order to achieve his goal.

Goss is very self-aware.

Although he is talented, he doesn't have the kind of cheat code that allows him to "gain enlightenment overnight with his eyes closed".

The surge in my strength these past two days is purely because my foundation was too weak before; my rapid progress stems from a low starting point.

Now, the bonus period is over. Simply repeating the same moves will only increase proficiency, which is like gaining "experience points +1". This kind of improvement is meaningless for tomorrow's competition.

"The bottleneck lies in cognition. Without a master to guide you, it's difficult to develop real strength by figuring things out on your own, let alone develop dual-color Haki."

Glug—!!!

A thunderous protest suddenly erupted from his abdomen, interrupting his thoughts.

This is a side effect of increased physical strength: high energy consumption.

"The first step is to fill your stomach."

Goss rubbed his shrunken belly: "Without filling this body up, all tactics are just bullshit."

"As for the second step... find a teacher."

On his way to the restaurant, Goss's gaze passed over the treetops and landed on the noisy training ground a few hundred meters away.

That was the exclusive territory of the chivalrous group.

"There are two things that are our goals for becoming stronger."

First, there's pure physical combat. Second, there's the Mink Tribe's innate skill—static electricity.

Although he used to be a "good-for-nothing" who couldn't generate static electricity, his body has now been completely transformed.

Since he is a Mink, he must have this talent; he just hasn't found the "switch" yet.

Two most suitable candidates quickly came to mind:

Black Buck, the gorilla who always likes to wrestle with his bare hands, is the strength expert of the martial arts team. Find him, and you can learn the most violent close-quarters grappling techniques.

Roddy, that rampaging buffalo, was quick-tempered, but his use of static electricity was extremely violent, each strike carrying the force of thunder.

Goss licked his sharp fangs and quickened his pace. He didn't need the gentle instruction of the knights-errant.

He planned to use the most direct and efficient method—to get beaten up.

The body's memory is most profound when it repeatedly teeters on the edge of life and death.

As Goss passed by the Knights' training ground, his steps seemed to be drawn by some kind of magnetic field, and he inexplicably stopped.

The air was thick with the salty smell of evaporating sweat and the burnt smell of rubbing fur together.

That's the smell of electricity.

Boom! Boom! Sizzle—!

Loud crashes and electrical hums echoed throughout the room.

On the spacious open-air training ground, the new recruits of the Knights of the Galaxy are undergoing hellish special training.

In the center of the arena, the gorilla named Black Buck was swinging the two newcomers around like sandbags, grabbing their ankles with one hand and laughing maniacally.

"Didn't you eat?! You're as limp as a woman! Push! Squeeze all that static electricity out of your bodies!!"

Nearby, the buffalo Roddy was charging wildly at a row of specially made iron stakes. Each horn strike was accompanied by a dazzling blue-white arc of electricity, making the watcher's heart pound.

As for the leader of the knight-errant, the jaguar Pedro who always had a cigarette in his mouth and deep eyes, he was squatting on a towering rock, silently looking down at everything.

Goss originally intended to just take a quick look before heading off to eat.

But his overly imposing physique instantly attracted everyone's attention.

"Hmm?" Pedro, perched on the rock, turned his head sharply, his amber-colored beastly eyes contracting sharply the moment he saw Goss.

He leaped down from the rock, landing lightly in front of Goss, and looked the silver-haired honey badger up and down, his tone revealing undisguised surprise:

"Goss? It's only been a day... and your aura has changed again."

Pedro didn't ask Goss why he had become so strong; on this miraculous sea, everyone has secrets.

What caught his attention more was the look in Goss's eyes, that unwavering gaze he had only ever seen in the eyes of Nekomamushi and Duke Inuarashi.

They seem to know from birth what they are meant to do.

"Commander Pedro."

Goss nodded slightly, his attitude neither humble nor arrogant: "Just passing by, and thought I'd drop by to see how the seniors are training."

"Hey! Is this the honey badger kid that Brother Pedro specially recruited?"

Hearing the commotion, Black Buck casually tossed aside the dazed newcomer he was holding and walked over, pounding his chest.

Its massive body resembled a small mountain, exuding an immense sense of oppression.

The buffalo Roddy stopped charging, snorting as he approached, his bull eyes wide: "Hmm? I've really never seen such a huge honey badger before."