Chapter Seven: The Duel with Jinbei

After combining Naruto Chuyang’s talent, potential, and strength, whatever he learned far surpassed that of ordinary people.

Just four short days later, Chuyang’s proficiency in Fishman Karate had advanced another level.

Jinbei decided it was time to test Chuyang’s training results.

The two of them held an extraordinary Fishman Karate match on the deck.

Aside from Fishman Karate, neither was allowed to use any other skills.

At first, the fishmen aboard the ship thought Jinbei was joking. How could a human who had only been on the ship for a week possibly master Fishman Karate so quickly?

Even those who had been learning since birth would struggle!

With a mixture of skepticism and curiosity, every member of the Sun Pirates witnessed the match between Chuyang and Jinbei.

Even Arlong did not miss it. Wrapped in bandages from the waist up, he stood on the sidelines, his gaze never leaving Chuyang for a moment.

“You attack first!” Jinbei stood boldly directly in front of Chuyang, not even taking a defensive stance.

“Alright.” Chuyang, always clean and decisive, did not refuse. Clenching his fist near his abdomen, he slightly retracted his body like a coiled spring.

He gathered power into his fist, then swung it forcefully, the punch creating a powerful shockwave in the air.

[Fishman Karate: Vacuum Warei Fist]

This was a move Chuyang had improved upon after referencing Jinbei’s “Karagusa Warei Fist.”

It had greater range and more concentrated power.

Thanks to his Wood Release, Chuyang’s cellular vitality was steadily increasing, making the strength of this punch no less than Jinbei’s original move—perhaps even more powerful.

Jinbei had not yet realized the true power of this punch until the cannonball-like shockwave neared him, and he suddenly felt a terrifying pressure.

“Shark Warei Fist!”

Jinbei’s thick blue arm bulged with fierce muscle as he slammed a fist into the air.

Boom!

The air seemed torn apart by brute force into countless gusts, wildly surging in all directions, knocking over the surrounding fishmen spectators.

Arlong looked on in horror at the first exchange between the two, the spectacle far beyond anything he had imagined.

“This guy actually learned Fishman Karate?”

“And he’s on par with Big Brother Jinbei!”

“Could he possibly have Fishman blood?”

The fishmen whispered and stared at Chuyang in astonishment. Tiger opened his mouth wide, unsure how to express his feelings.

“Not bad, kid!” Jinbei showed a rare smile, putting away his earlier dismissive attitude. “Since that’s the case, I’ll take this seriously!”

Chuyang smiled back, his pupils shining with excitement, faintly tinged with the bloodthirsty fervor he had shown before.

Seeing this, Arlong shuddered suddenly, a chill running down his spine.

The fight resumed, abandoning all meaningless probing, directly engaging in the simplest, most brutal close combat.

Fist met flesh!

But the size difference between human Chuyang and Jinbei was stark, making it hard to believe Chuyang could withstand Jinbei’s fierce onslaught.

Chuyang’s youthful frame barely reached Jinbei’s waist, his thighs thinner than Jinbei’s forearms.

Their fists collided like two matches striking a log thick enough for several men to embrace.

The visual contrast made the contest all the more striking and alarming to onlookers.

Tiger feared Chuyang’s slight body might break under Jinbei’s next punch.

Indeed.

Each clash left Chuyang feeling as if his body was about to shatter, the force from Jinbei’s fists crashing through every muscle and bone like invisible waves.

An ordinary person would have long since collapsed.

But Chuyang’s unparalleled regenerative ability gave him the resilience to stand firm.

Moreover, Jinbei had not yet used his Haki power, so everything was within Chuyang’s endurance.

Their battle raged from noon until sunset!

Then continued until the stars twinkled before finally coming to a halt.

Jinbei had no strength left...

He simply lay on the deck, panting heavily, bruised and battered, a pitiful sight.

Chuyang was also covered in bruises, looking equally beaten.

But one thing was better for Chuyang: he was still standing.

In full view of all, Chuyang, who had only been learning Fishman Karate for a week, had actually managed a draw with Jinbei without using Wood Release.

The result shocked everyone!

Just one week!

Chuyang had truly transformed from a novice ignorant of martial arts into an elite of Fishman Karate.

Tiger stared blankly at Chuyang, as if witnessing an unidentifiable monster.

Having seen Chuyang’s abilities in Mary Geoise before, Tiger never thought he was just an ordinary boy, but Chuyang’s talent still left him astounded.

Jinbei said with a wry smile, “Kid, you really are tough to beat!”

Chuyang grinned, “You’re not as tough as I thought!”

“Hahaha!” Jinbei laughed heartily. “I admit defeat this time. Next time, I won’t hold back.”

Chuyang said with a smirk, “If you use Haki, I won’t be able to win. Better not.”

Jinbei replied, “You can also use Devil Fruit powers.”

Chuyang shook his head, “No, still can’t win…”

Jinbei was somewhat troubled, then proposed a compromise. “Alright, I’ll teach you Haki. Next time, we’ll fight using Haki.”

Chuyang smiled contentedly, then slowly sat down. He had truly reached his limit.

From that day forward, no more idle talk about Chuyang echoed within the Sun Pirates.

No one dared to look at him with disdain or hatred.

Wherever Chuyang went, he could feel the reverent gazes of others.

This was respect for the strong.

Only Arlong dared to harbor anger silently; even when passing Chuyang, he would lower his head and hurry away.

Two days after the match, Chuyang eagerly sought out Jinbei to learn Haki.

He loved this state of learning everything at twice the speed of others.

His strength was improving noticeably every moment.

It was intoxicating and impossible to resist.

“A real monster.” Jinbei, still covered in bruises, sighed upon seeing Chuyang fully recovered. “Tell me honestly, are youI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.