One Piece: Six Styles of the Emperor

Three more days passed.

When the number of children transported to the Devil's Training Camp reached their early five hundred years, dozens of burly men wearing black uniforms and holding iron whips who called themselves "instructors" released them from the iron cages and drove them away like chickens and ducks. The center of the island.

"You bastards, the opportunity to change your destiny has come. It depends on you today whether you will rise to the top of the world and become a beautiful woman and have wealth or continue to be a trash person."

The leading instructor shouted at the top of his lungs and led more than 500 children to a central square.

Waiting on the podium in the square was a tall and burly man with a hideous scar on his face from the corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth. The instructor who led the team walked up to him and saluted respectfully, as if handing over goods: "Sir. , 502 new people are in place and the handover is completed."

"Very well, you go down first."

The scarred man waved his hand and looked around at the more than 500 newcomers in the audience with cold eyes. Under his majestic gaze, the children consciously straightened their postures and lowered their eyelids, not daring to look at them.

"Most of you are the products of war, a group of garbage living in the world, relying on garbage mountains, stealing and abduction as a source of livelihood. You have no dignity and are looked down upon. Even if you die on the road, others will just sigh that you died in the wrong place. !”

As soon as he opened his mouth, his words were cold and realistic, like a sharp knife, bloodying open the hearts of the children in the square.

But even Zoren couldn't deny that this was the truth.

Without power, there would be no basis for anything to rely on. At least not everyone would be so lucky to be born into a family of the world's noble Celestial Dragons.

"So trash, do you want to live a wonderful life? The World Government gives you this opportunity to be loyal! You have a more mature heart than your peers, understand the importance of strength, and have a better sense of survival and wealth. This is what we What you value! I can guarantee that as long as you prove your worth in the devil training, you will have the opportunity to drink the strongest wine and sleep with the most beautiful woman!"

Drink the strongest wine and sleep with the most beautiful woman!

These words completely ignited the atmosphere. Looking at the countless childish and enthusiastic faces around him, Zoren couldn't help but clench his hands.

Even if he knows that this is a brainwashing process, if he really has this opportunity, he must hold it in his hands, so that his trip to this world is not in vain!

"So, use up your talents and potential here to prove your worth to me! I don't want waste and losers! All training tasks are tasks that are directly related to your own lives!"

"My name is Scar, and I am your chief instructor at the devil training camp. This is not a nursery. In the next few years, you will learn the origin of the name 'hell on earth'!" the chief instructor said coldly: "Next, let's start the first mission!"

At this point, following his wave, dozens of instructors in black uniforms who had been prepared entered the venue with firearms in hand. They stood around the children in the square, each five meters tall, surrounding them.

The iron long-barreled gun pointed towards the crowd with its faint hole.

"What do you want to do?" Zoran was immediately confused by their actions.

As if to answer the questions in the minds of Zoron and the children, the chief instructor had a sneer on his lips: "Five hundred newcomers are still too many. This training only requires two hundred people, so the extra ones will die directly." Just order it.”

The last beating barrage woke Zoren up, knocking him awake completely. He clenched his fists, and the sharp nails dug into his palms, and the pain filled the air.

Yes, what he thought was too naive and simple. The people trained here are spy killers who carry out secret missions. They don't need the kindness or sense of justice of the navy, they just need to be cold and numb like machines to complete the mission!

"Are you kidding? I want to go back!"

"I give up."

"What are you doing? I'm quitting now."

The guns and the chief instructor's words filled the air with fear, and some children hurriedly ran out of the square in panic.

The chief instructor sneered and waved his hand pretentiously.

Then, accompanied by the sound of continuous gunfire, the high-pitched and sharp sound was like the horn of death, and the children who moved out and ran out fell like wheat.

The sound of gunshots suddenly silenced the square.

"Really, the shot was fired." Zoren opened his eyes wide and looked at the boy lying on the ground twitching not far away, with blood bubbles overflowing from his mouth, and his face was full of fear.

The bullet completely penetrated the young body, and scarlet blood flowed from the ground and covered it.

The last time I saw such a scene of disregard for human life was when pirates massacred a village, but now, it was a training organization named the world government's justice.

Sure enough, without strength, life is worthless. This is true no matter where you are.

"Let me remind you first that after ten minutes, if there are more than 200 newcomers in the square, I will randomly eliminate them." The chief instructor said ferociously. His words were like the last straw that overwhelmed human nature, forcing the children in the square to go to their own places. Kill each other.

Everyone wants to live, and no one wants to be the person whose life and opportunities are eliminated.

"Grass, this is raising gu!"

Zoran gritted his teeth, his whole body tensed up nervously, and he looked around with vigilant eyes.

It can be noticed that malicious children quickly appeared in the crowd around him due to the instigation of Chief Instructor Scar.

"I don't want to die!!!"

After a roar, the emotions of the children in the entire square were completely boiling, and they extended their sinful hands to the surrounding children.

If you don't want to be randomly eliminated, there is only one option. Take the initiative to kill and eliminate more people, which is infighting!

The ugliness of human nature was completely exposed, fighting between children was about to break out, and the square instantly turned into a scene of hell.

"Get out of my way! Don't touch me!"

Zoran's face turned slightly blue, and he kicked away the child who was approaching him. His body sank, his hands were placed in front of his chest defensively, and he subconsciously made a posture to respond to the enemy.

Although physical fitness is not an advantage, I was not a vegetarian during the half year in the Navy boot camp, and I also learned some military defense techniques.

As the barrage quickly passed through his eyes, Zoran felt his body sink behind him. A yellow-haired child hugged his neck and fell to the ground.

"It's careless!"

When he was screaming in his heart that it was bad, his neck was tightly strangled by the opponent's hands, and Zoren was lying on the ground struggling desperately.

But the other party seemed to have expected it, and sat directly on Zoron's back, exerting pressure with his own weight.

Zoran noticed that he was short of breath and losing strength. At the critical moment, he bent his knees and kicked Huang Mao hard on the lower back.

With Huang Mao grunting in pain, this kick successfully kicked the opponent away from his body.

"Fuck! You really want to kill me!"

Zollen quickly got up from the ground while panting. Looking at Huang Mao who wanted to stand up and fight back, he hurriedly stepped forward and landed his fist on the bridge of the opponent's nose.

This was a merciless and angry attack, and the blood dyed Zoren's fist red.

Then a few punches knocked Huang Mao down. Zoren quickly sat on the opponent's stomach and pinched his neck tightly with both hands.

"You forced me to do this!" Ignoring the barrage, just when Zoren contracted his fingers to kill the opponent in one go——

"Don't kill me! Please!"

"I just want to survive!"

"I was wrong! I was really wrong!!!"

Huang Mao's hysterical cries, mixed with extremely sick snot and tears, made Zoran's pupils shrink, and he stopped all his movements as if his strength was suddenly exhausted.

If you can't do it, you will directly kill a living being.

Exaggerated by the peaceful era of the previous life, moral laws have been deeply rooted in the bone marrow, and the restraint of things beyond power restrained Zoron's behavior.

"Please, let me go!"

Huang Mao continued to cry, Zoron sighed slightly, but still loosened his fingers little by little, and stood up from the other person.

He took a step back and warned coldly: "Don't mess with me!"

"thank you!"

Huang Mao squeezed out a smile and stood up from the ground staggeringly. His hands were holding something vaguely in his trouser pockets. The moment he seemed to fall, he accelerated into Zoron's arms.

His face changed from the weak one just now to ferocious and fanatical, and all his murderous intentions were revealed!

Zoren's expression changed, and his keen eyes saw Huang Mao taking out a sharp knife from his trouser pocket, but the opponent's sudden change of attack was too sudden, and there was no way to avoid it from a distance of one or two meters!

At the critical moment, he only had time to duck to the side. The knife originally aimed at the neck quickly scratched his jaw, and blood splashed out quickly.

Biting and burning pain!

He held his injured chin with his right hand and stepped back. The thick blood couldn't stop flowing out of his fingers. Zoran looked at the yellow hair at a close distance and suddenly wanted to laugh.

It's still too naive to laugh at myself.