One Piece: Honey Badger Speedruns the World

"It must not only be able to release, but also to retract, and even more importantly, to remain on the surface of the body..."

Goss stood in the room, drenched in sweat.

He spent the entire night trying to tame the "beast" inside him.

This was a million times more difficult than he had imagined. The slightest misstep would send the electric current surging through his body, scorching his fur.

Until dawn.

"Sizzle..."

A soft sound.

Goss's previously bristling black and white fur suddenly became soft.

A layer of extremely faint, thin, yet remarkably stable pale blue electric arc, like a close-fitting veil, perfectly covered his arms.

No longer violent, no longer scattered, but controlled like an extension of its own arm.

"It's done."

Goss looked at the thin layer of lightning armor. Although it was still very weak, he could feel that with repeated practice, the lightning sac could release some more power.

However, he still has no idea how to increase the power of the lightning in the thunderbag.

Just then.

"Bang!"

The door was flung open, and Mia rushed in, panting, "Brother! Why are you still practicing?!"

"The selection trials have already begun! I heard the Musketeers have already gone up on stage!"

Goss abruptly looked up, a flash of blue light flickering in his eyes: "What?!"

……

Meanwhile, at Plaza de la Claude.

The place was already packed with people, with almost half of the Mink tribe in the residential area surrounding the huge arena.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

With several thunderous explosions, several figures billowing black smoke were sent flying off the arena.

Like a cannonball, it slammed into the stone pavement in front of the stands.

Click.

The ground was cracked, and gravel flew everywhere.

The one in the lead is the strongest spotted hyena from yesterday's fur tribe.

Their bodies were charred black, and wisps of smoke still rose from their thick fur. Residual blue arcs of electricity crackled on their wounds.

Their eyes rolled back, foaming at the mouth, and their numb bodies twitched violently from time to time.

In the center of the arena, Modi, a goat-hair fur tribesman, stood proudly.

He was nearly three meters tall, and his yellowish-white fur could barely cover his wildly proliferating muscle mass.

Those purplish-black blood vessels, like living parasites, surged violently beneath the pale short hair, as if they would burst open at any moment.

A pair of enormous, backward-curling ram horns, an ominous charred black, occasionally flashed with streaks of blue-white lightning, hissing like the flicking tongue of a venomous snake.

But what's most creepy and even disgusting about him are his eyes.

Modi tilted his long, narrow ram's head slightly, revealing his rectangular pupils—the kind only a demon possesses—in the shadows.

In the center of those lifeless, waxy yellow eyes, the black pupils were not round, but rather a deathly horizontal line.

Those eerie, emotionless horizontal pupils were fixed on the injured person on the ground as he tilted his head.

His mouth stretched almost to his ears, revealing a row of neat molars...

A nauseating, evil aura instantly enveloped the arena.

"Hehehehe, too weak."

Modi turned around, opening his arms as if to embrace the principality, but the words that came out of his mouth were extremely venomous:

"This is what they call a band of heroes? These are the fur warriors that Zou is so proud of?"

Modi chuckled, his voice cold and hoarse:

"You lot probably haven't even gotten off this elephant's back before, have you?"

"I didn't know how dangerous the ocean was..."

He tilted his deformed sheep's head, staring with lifeless eyes at the angry yet shocked newcomers below the stage, his tone utterly contemptuous:

"Hiding in this giant greenhouse called 'Zou,' playing a childish game of sparring and stopping short of each other, and they think they're strong?"

The audience erupted in uproar.

"This...this guy is too arrogant!"

"But he's truly monstrous... Even if the entire Knights Alliance team attacked together, they wouldn't be a match for him. Who among this year's newcomers can stop him?"

The air was particularly heavy at the highest point of the stands.

"Hmph! You ignorant brat!!"

Sicilian stared at Modi on the stage, his eyebrows almost twisted together.

And beside him.

Pedro, the leader of the knights, remained silent throughout.

His disheveled hair covered most of his face, so no one could see his expression.

The cigarette in his mouth flickered in the shadows, a wisp of bluish-gray smoke drifting slowly in the wind.

"You don't understand anything at all!"

Just then, a sweet shout broke the silence.

A petite figure burst out from the crowd; it was a red squirrel fur creature.

Although petite, she was trembling with rage, gripping a rapier tightly in her hand: "I will not allow you to insult the Knights-Errant!"

"Trembling! Don't go! You're no match for him!"

Lund's expression changed drastically in the stands, and he suddenly stood up, trying to stop them.

Snapped.

A hand wearing a black glove pressed firmly and powerfully on his broad shoulder, forcefully stopping the tiger's rampage.

"Sit down, Lund."

Pedro's voice was calm, and he did not look at Lund. His single eye remained fixed on the petite figure on the field who was determined to go all out.

"But Captain! That Modi guy is a complete lunatic! She's terrifying..."

Lund was so anxious that his eyes turned red and the veins on his neck bulged.

"Precisely because she's serious."

Pedro took a deep drag of his cigarette, slowly exhaled, and through the swirling smoke, he spoke:

"Since I have drawn my sword and chosen to defend my beliefs, I will not allow anyone else to interfere."

Pedro pressed Lund back into his seat with a slight pressure of his fingers:

"This is Lili Rong's resolve, this is her battle."

"To rush down and interrupt her now... would be the greatest insult to a courageous warrior."

"..."

Lund looked at Pedro's unwavering gaze, gritted his teeth, and clenched his fists so tightly they cracked.

In the end, he slammed his thigh hard, his face full of resentment and worry, and sat back down.

"Damn it... Lili Rong, please don't push yourself..."

With a stomp of her foot, Lili Rong transformed into a streak of red light and rushed onto the arena, her sword tip aimed straight for Modi's throat.

"Ha, do you think I know nothing?"

Modi stood still, a flash of anger in his eyes.

Just as the sword tip was about to pierce through, he suddenly reached out, not defending at all, but directly grabbing Lili Rong's fluffy and beautiful tail that was swinging behind her to maintain her balance.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle!

A terrifying high-voltage current instantly erupted from Modi's palm and poured directly into Lilirong's most sensitive and vulnerable tail.

"Aaaaaahh ...