บท 37: CH 36

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In the face of Monet's attack, Chen Fan's expression remained stoically indifferent. The shadowy, obsidian substance enshrouded his right hand, gradually extending forward.

The entire tavern watched with bated breath, except for Lafitte, who observed the situation keenly.

They wore anticipatory smiles, fully expecting to see Chen Fan's confidence crumble.

Having previously witnessed that neither gunfire nor direct physical attacks could harm Monet or even graze her, they believed it was impossible for him to succeed.

As a child of around twelve, she had no knowledge of the Haki arts, especially the advanced Busoshoku Haki (Armament Haki).

The other tavern patrons were equally stunned by the sight of Monet's icy attack being effortlessly halted.

Amid the collective gasp of onlookers, Chen Fan smiled, "You can give it a try."

Monet, incensed by Chen Fan's nonchalance, decided to escalate. She unleashed her left hand, encased in icy frost, launching a second attack against him.

With a sneer at the corner of his mouth, Chen Fan extended his other, darkened hand, capturing Monet's second assault with the same ease.

"Surrender or join me," Chen Fan declared in a grave tone, his eyes emanating a chilling resolve that could not be dismissed.

Monet, feeling the excruciating pain in her clenched fists, quickly grasped the vast difference in power. She was not willing to die at such a tender age.

"Big brother, can you release me? I promise to join you," she pleaded, her hands aching.

"Very well," Chen Fan replied, releasing her wrists with a faint smile. His eyes, however, held a stern warning, making it abundantly clear that any attempt to escape would be futile.

Monet, accepting her fate, followed obediently as Chen Fan and Lafitte exited the tavern.

As they left, the other patrons of the tavern breathed sighs of relief. They felt as though they had dodged a potentially disastrous altercation and were grateful for Chen Fan's departure.

Ten days later, beneath the scorching sun's rays, Chen Fan had just concluded an exhausting bout of physical training.

He ingested nourishment to replenish his energy, his body radiating a subtle warmth. During these past ten days, Monet's perceptions of her captain had undergone a transformation. She couldn't fathom his status as a training fanatic, with over 14 hours of rigorous daily training.

To put things in perspective, eight hours of such rigorous training would utterly exhaust her, pushing her body to the brink of collapse. She couldn't begin to imagine how Chen Fan pushed his limits for over 14 hours each day.

The fruit bestowed her with elementalization and near-immunity to most physical attacks. Chen Fan, on the other hand, utilized Busoshoku Haki, which bypassed this immunity.

Meanwhile, at a distance of thousands of meters from the Thor, a massive naval warship, they had relentless pursuit of Chen Fan.

Having raised the bounty on his capture to the highest non-special level, many high-ranking naval officers had banded together to track down Chen Fan.

"Major General, through the telescope, it appears the person on that pirate ship is Thunder God Chen Fan," a colonel reported to a rear admiral.

The mention of Thunder God Chen Fan sparked excitement. Ghost Spider eagerly grabbed the telescope and confirmed the sighting. Beside him, Fire Burned Mountain and Dauberman also peered through their telescopes.

"Let's capture him. Apprehending him will undoubtedly earn us considerable military merit," Ghost Spider proclaimed to his colleagues.

In the face of Monet's attack, Chen Fan's expression remained stoically indifferent. The shadowy, obsidian substance enshrouded his right hand, gradually extending forward. The entire tavern watched with bated breath, except for Lafitte, who observed the situation keenly.

They wore anticipatory smiles, fully expecting to see Chen Fan's confidence crumble. Having previously witnessed that neither gunfire nor direct physical attacks could harm Monet or even graze her, they believed it was impossible for him to succeed.

The pivotal moment arrived when Monet's frosty, ice-encrusted fist made contact with Chen Fan's outstretched right hand. Surprisingly, Chen Fan caught her fist, leaving Monet's youthful face a picture of surprise. As a child of around twelve, she had no knowledge of the Haki arts, especially the advanced Busoshoku Haki (Armament Haki).

The other tavern patrons were equally stunned by the sight of Monet's icy attack being effortlessly halted.

Amid the collective gasp of onlookers, Chen Fan smiled, "You can give it a try."

Monet, incensed by Chen Fan's nonchalance, decided to escalate. She unleashed her left hand, encased in icy frost, launching a second attack against him. With a sneer at the corner of his mouth, Chen Fan extended his other, darkened hand, capturing Monet's second assault with the same ease.

"Surrender or join me," Chen Fan declared in a grave tone, his eyes emanating a chilling resolve that could not be dismissed.

Monet, feeling the excruciating pain in her clenched fists, quickly grasped the vast difference in power. She was not willing to die at such a tender age.

"Big brother, can you release me? I promise to join you," she pleaded, her hands aching.

"Very well," Chen Fan replied, releasing her wrists with a faint smile. His eyes, however, held a stern warning, making it abundantly clear that any attempt to escape would be futile.

Monet, accepting her fate, followed obediently as Chen Fan and Lafitte exited the tavern.

As they left, the other patrons of the tavern breathed sighs of relief. They felt as though they had dodged a potentially disastrous altercation and were grateful for Chen Fan's departure.

Ten days later, beneath the scorching sun's rays, Chen Fan had just concluded an exhausting bout of physical training. He ingested nourishment to replenish his energy, his body radiating a subtle warmth. During these past ten days, Monet's perceptions of her captain had undergone a transformation. She couldn't fathom his status as a training fanatic, with over 14 hours of rigorous daily training. To put things in perspective, eight hours of such rigorous training would utterly exhaust her, pushing her body to the brink of collapse. She couldn't begin to imagine how Chen Fan pushed his limits for over 14 hours each day.

In addition to honing her physical capabilities, Monet had also expanded her knowledge. She understood the unique nature of her Logia-type Devil Fruit, which granted her the ability to transform into and manipulate snow. The fruit bestowed her with elementalization and near-immunity to most physical attacks. Chen Fan, on the other hand, utilized Busoshoku Haki, which bypassed this immunity.

Meanwhile, at a distance of thousands of meters from the Thor, a massive naval warship, they had relentless pursuit of Chen Fan. Having raised the bounty on his capture to the highest non-special level, many high-ranking naval officers had banded together to track down Chen Fan.

"Major General, through the telescope, it appears the person on that pirate ship is Thunder God Chen Fan," a colonel reported to a rear admiral.

"Let's capture him. Apprehending him will undoubtedly earn us considerable military merit," Ghost Spider proclaimed to his colleagues.

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