Chapter 12: Slacking Privilege

Taking a deep breath, Karl punched Zefa, and only a *Duang* sound was heard.

Zefa’s expression didn't change at all, but Karl pulled his fist back in pain, his web of the thumb aching. It was too hard; he couldn't hit it at all!

He even suspected for a moment that Zefa was the one who learned the real Iron Body!

"Are you lying to me again? You clearly used Holy Light to strengthen your physique!"

Zefa’s skepticism seemed to have been anticipated. Karl smiled indifferently, a golden light cluster appeared in his palm, which he patted onto himself. Without any explanation, he punched Zefa again, just Move Move Like before.

He still couldn't break through Zefa’s defense, but Zefa’s expression changed.

Zefa clearly felt that the force of Karl’s second attack was obviously 50% stronger than the first. In other words, the first one really was Karl’s own strength!

At this moment, Zefa truly believed Karl’s nonsense: Holy Light could enhance a user’s physique!

"This, this, is there really such a Devil Fruit in the world?"

Zefa exclaimed in disbelief. He, who had always looked down on Devil Fruits, was now actually a bit envious of Karl.

"Master Zefa, I didn't lie to you, did I? The most important thing is that this method is highly efficient, far exceeding the growth that can be obtained from training, so..."

"Sigh~"

With this kind of ability, did he still need to work himself to death exercising his physique every day? Of course not!

Zefa let out a long sigh and continued: "I understand. Since that’s the case, I won't make things difficult for you. You don't have to participate in daily physical training, but when I explain combat techniques, you must be present!"

"Of course!"

Karl agreed immediately. Having only physique without combat techniques would make him a brute with well-developed limbs. However, regarding time allocation, Karl needed to phrase it with high emotional intelligence.

"Master Zefa, I have one more small request."

"Go ahead!" ===== CHAPTER 21 =====

Karl straightened his expression: "It’s Move Move Like this, Master Zefa. How about this: I will spend four hours every day listening to lectures, practicing, and sparring. For the rest of the time, I will leave the training ground to use my own ability to train my physique. What do you think?"

"Can’t you train your physique at the training ground?"

Seeing Zefa’s expression seemed somewhat dissatisfied, Karl’s face changed, and he said aggrievedly: "Well, Master Zefa, didn't you tell me not to expose my ability yet? If I were at the training ground, I definitely wouldn't be able to hide it."

"And..."

Zefa asked hurriedly: "And what?"

"Sigh! It’s Admiral Huang Yuan. Admiral Huang Yuan has already approached me, and more than once!"

Sorry, Yuan-zi, anyway, your relationship with Zefa has no room to drop further, so just honestly take the blame for me!

Zefa’s eyes widened, and he roared angrily: "I knew it! That bastard Huang Yuan really has bad intentions. Is he spouting his crooked theories to you again?"

"Hoo hoo~ I’m going to find that bastard and have a good argument with him right now!!!"

"Eh, eh, eh! Master Zefa, calm down! Calm down!"

Master Zefa, your starting point is good, but please don't start!

Karl saw that this was bad, so he quickly grabbed Zefa and said hurriedly: "Master Zefa, don't be impulsive. Think about it, Admiral Huang Yuan’s philosophy is actually very applicable to me, isn't it?"

"Bullshit! Do you think I don't know his crooked..." Zefa stopped, thinking while stroking his chin. That’s right! Even if Karl only developed his ability, his physique wouldn't lag too far behind. On the contrary, it was very likely that as his ability developed, his physique would become stronger and stronger.

Karl only needed to be familiar with combat techniques and convert experience through actual combat, and he would definitely become a famous powerhouse! Becoming an Admiral was just a matter of time.

This was simply a synthesis of his and Huang Yuan’s philosophies! But to make him acknowledge Huang Yuan’s philosophy...

"Hmph!"

Zefa snorted coldly, barely acknowledging Karl’s words. He wasn't an unreasonable person; on the contrary, it was precisely because of this that he had always looked down on Huang Yuan.

He felt that he was completely wasting his talent. If Borsalino’s physique could reach the level of Akainu or Aokiji, his strength would definitely be the strongest among the three Admirals.

"Then, Master Zefa, what do you think of the training plan I just mentioned?"

"Phew~ This is the path you chose yourself. I shouldn't force you. Let’s do as you say!"

Karl was happy inside. Did that bluff succeed? I really am a genius at slacking; I could even think of such a perfect reason!

"But!" Zefa’s tone changed, and Karl’s expression tightened.

"I will periodically test your strength. If you slack off, I won't care whether your ability is exposed early or not; you will stay at the training ground honestly, just Move Move Like everyone else!"

"Yes, yes, yes, Master Zefa, I promise you!"

Zefa nodded, his large palm patting Karl on the shoulder: "Karl, get a good rest today. I’ll wait for you at the training ground tomorrow."

After speaking, Zefa turned and left. The ward suddenly became cold and empty, leaving only Karl alone.

"Phew~"

Karl let out a long sigh of relief. Zefa’s figure suddenly appeared outside the door, asking gossiping: "If I remember correctly, that Nurse Monica is a naval widow, right? Your relationship with her seems not simple?"

"Uh, Master Zefa, don't misunderstand. I, I am just comforting a naval widow, yes! Comforting a naval widow."

"Comforting a naval widow? I’m afraid if I had come a little later, you would have comforted her into bed, right?"

"Uh..."

"Forget it, I can't manage young people’s affairs, but you must be restrained. Don't let your body be hollowed out by wine and lust!"

Leaving behind a meaningful sentence, Zefa left again, and this time he didn't come back.

Zefa walked to the hospital entrance and found Binz and Ain still standing outside. It looked Move Move Like they had been waiting for a long time, so he couldn't help but say: "Binz, Ain, you two go see Karl now! Especially you, Binz, remember to apologize to Karl."

"Yes, Master Zefa!"

Then the two returned to Karl’s ward together, Ain carrying a fruit basket and Binz carrying a flower basket.

Ain smiled and placed the fruit basket aside, smiling at Karl, who was lying in a "Ge You" pose: "Brother Karl, your injuries recovered really fast! I thought you would be lying in the hospital bed for a month!"

"Hey, you guys are too polite. It’s enough that the gifts came; why bring people?"

Binz: It seems I said that backward!

"Uh, Karl, I’m very sorry. I was too heavy-handed before; it was my fault. If you are still angry, just punch me!" Binz said sincerely.

"Hahahaha, what’s a small injury Move Move Like this? Am I such a petty person?"

If he really had to apologize, he should be the one apologizing to Binz and Ain! After all, they were both slacking tools chosen by Karl. If it weren't for their help, he really wouldn't have been able to slack off so easily.

It’s just that he wouldn't need to trouble these two in the future, because Karl already possessed the exclusive slacking privilege! ===== CHAPTER 22 =====

It’s just that there’s no need to trouble those two anymore, because Karl already possesses the exclusive privilege of slacking off!