One Piece: Honey Badger Speedruns the World

"No."

Before Mia could speak, Goss calmly declined, saying, "I can teach Mia myself."

"You'll teach him yourself?"

Sicilian raised an eyebrow and shook his head: "Goss, I don't deny your amazing potential."

But I've observed your fighting style, especially that move you use for a quick charge—isn't that our musketeer team's wolf charge?

Goss nodded. "Is there a problem?"

"This is a big problem!"

Sicilian bluntly stated: "Although you have mastered it to perfection and have amazing explosive power, your movements are too heavy, like carrying an elephant on your back."

You rely entirely on brute force and excessive bursts of leg muscle to gain speed, which is not only extremely taxing, but also puts you at a disadvantage against truly top-tier opponents.

The heavy footsteps sounded like bells hanging around a neck.

Sicilian held up one finger, his expression arrogant: "But I have a more complete and systematic technique for exerting force."

At sea, the navy calls it a shave.

As soon as he finished speaking, Sicilian's figure suddenly blurred in place.

"Whoosh!"

There was no running start, no warning.

In the next instant, he appeared next to a large tree more than ten meters away. The strong wind he generated was even half a beat slower than his figure, making Mia's hair dance wildly.

"The essence of high-speed movement lies in stomping the ground dozens of times in a short period of time and using the reaction force to generate explosive speed."

Sicilian turned around smugly: "How about that, Goss? This kind of skill isn't about brute force..."

"Bang!!"

A dull, explosive sound suddenly erupted, interrupting Sicilian's words.

Sicilian's pupils suddenly contracted.

The ground where Goss had been standing was cracked, and his figure had vanished into thin air.

Immediately afterwards, a chilling sense of oppression approached, and Goss's figure appeared in front of Sicilian as if by teleportation.

The resulting gale was even more violent than the one Sicilian had just demonstrated, even whipping up the dust on the ground into a tornado.

Goss dusted off his trousers and said thoughtfully, "I see. So it's about increasing the frequency of your pedaling to increase speed... It's definitely much more sophisticated than my previous method of exerting force."

He looked up at the dazed Sicilian: "Is that so?"

Sicilian's mouth gaped open, and for a moment, he even forgot to close it.

"You...you..." Cecilia pointed at Goss, her finger trembling slightly, "What you just did was..."

"I understood it at a glance."

Goss said calmly, "Now that you understand the principle, your body will naturally be able to keep up."

Sicilian gasped.

Although Goss's movements just now still carried his characteristic "heavy" feeling, with each step seeming to crush the ground, this was no longer a simple wolf charge, but a genuine shave!

"Incredible..."

Sicilian muttered to himself, then admitted with a wry smile, "Although your movements are still as heavy as a bull's, there's no doubt that it's a shave. What kind of monster are you, anyway..."

Just then, an urgent announcement came over the town's central broadcast tower:

"Buzz...Buzz...Emergency broadcast interruption!!"

The drifting sky island, Zephyr Cloud, has officially connected with Zou!

"The entrance to the sky... will open in ten minutes!"

Rumbling--

The muffled thunder, like a chariot rolling across the sky, echoed low and deep in the heavy shadows of the distant clouds.

Goss instinctively raised his hand and pressed it against his neck.

His unusually large thunder sac was throbbing wildly, as if responding to the call of the thunderclouds above his head.

Sizzle... sizzle...

Tiny arcs of electricity spilled uncontrollably from his fingertips.

"Clang!"

A heavy thud came from behind Goss.

Barr had somehow acquired a huge empty travel bag on his back, with two bulging money pouches tucked into his waistband.

"I have the cash ready for the transaction."

Baal patted the huge empty bag, his eyes gleaming: "I borrowed a lot of money this time for Sky Island."

"Sound Shell, Flame Shell, Flash Shell... I've memorized the list. Goss, this time I'll have to trouble you to be the porter; I plan to fill this bag to the brim."

"You really don't hold back."

Although Goss complained, he had already made preparations.

He had a premonition that this trip to the Sky Island would bring unexpected gains and growth.

"I want to go too!"

Mia was looking up at the magnificent sea of ​​clouds that was slowly lowering, her big eyes filled with longing:

"The last time I drifted through the floating islands and passed Zou, I was only as tall as my tail..."

"I've heard you can walk on clouds... This is such a rare opportunity, I want to see it too!"

The three chatted and laughed as they walked toward the point where the sky islands met.

Only Sicilian, Pedro, and Rogge, who had been silently watching from the sidelines and was still in shock, remained at the scene.

Sicilian stared in the direction where Goss had disappeared, his gaze lingering for a long time.

"What a terrifying man..."

"That kind of talent," Sicilian exclaimed. "It's like they were born for battle."

Then, he slowly turned around, his sharp lion eyes fixed on Rogge, who was trembling beside him.

Roger felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head: "Uh... Mr. Sicilian?"

Sicilian grinned, revealing his white fangs, his smile filled with a passion that drove Rogge to despair.

"Rogge, since you are that monster's brother, then you must also have the same potential dormant within you, and you can't possibly be too far behind him!"

"Eh? No, actually, we... aren't related by blood."

"No need to be modest!"

Sicilian waved his hand, directly interrupting Rogge's explanation, his eyes burning with the raging fire of special training.

"The original training plan is null and void! From now on, your training volume will triple... no, five times!!"

"If the older brother is a genius, how can the younger brother be just an ordinary person! Prepare yourself, Roger!!"

"Help me—!!"

Under the rising sun, Rogge's pitiful screams echoed throughout the entire street.

Meanwhile, Black Buck, the furry gorilla who had been standing in the corner, had an extremely strange expression.

"Senior Blackbuck, this is today's inventory report."

Black Buck took the list of supplies, his eyes wide open.

The above clearly records:

[Returned yesterday: One set of premium high-density load-bearing clothing (1000 kg class). — Goss]

[Yesterday's loan: One set of premium high-density load-bearing clothing (2000 kg class). —Goss]

Black Buck swallowed hard, a bead of cold sweat trickling down his forehead.

"He won't be wearing a 2000-kilogram weighted suit the whole time, will he?"