In the early morning, the sun slowly rose from the horizon, its golden rays soft and warm, casting a golden glow over the entire sea.
The clouds in the sky were illuminated by the sun's light, appearing translucent and delicate, displaying faint pink and orange hues.
The sea sparkled, and a gentle breeze stirred up ripples, like a flowing painting.
Ye Fan had no interest in the ships docked at these ports.
They were all ordinary vessels, not befitting his status at all.
As for the noisy sounds coming from the island at this moment, they had nothing to do with Ye Fan.
It was simply that the island residents had discovered the destruction of the Autolock family; apart from two survivors, there were no other living souls, all frozen into ice sculptures.
The perpetrator, Ye Fan, at this moment spent one hundred thousand Berries to have a fisherman with a slightly larger boat take him to Orange Town.
One hundred thousand Berries might not sound like much, but for ordinary commoners, it was ten days' worth of income.
It was a considerable sum, so of course, the fisherman agreed to such a good deal; he could deliver Ye Fan by noon and return in the afternoon.
Ye Fan did not waste his time on the boat and immediately began to train.
It was just the most basic push-ups.
Geniuses are diligent, never wasting even a moment of free time.
He straightened his body, supporting himself with his hands, and began doing push-ups.
With the rocking of the boat, the movement became even more difficult, requiring extra balance and stability.
With each push-up, he felt his muscles stretch and relax in the sea breeze, which was exhilarating.
Before crossing over, Ye Fan was a weakling; he couldn't do more than ten push-ups, and could only do two or three pull-ups with an overhand grip, including the first one where he jumped up.
But now it was different.
"1"
"2"
...
"325"
"326"
Ye Fan truly got more and more energized, as if he couldn't stop at all.
The old man beside him was stunned; was this even human?
With such physical fitness, his future wife would surely suffer.
He had long seen that Ye Fan was extraordinary, not an ordinary person, and now it seemed to be true.
At this moment, Ye Fan truly didn't know what lactic acid was; such training had a very good effect on Ye Fan at his current stage.
In the later stages, he would only be able to fight, and his strength would become increasingly strong through combat.
Luffy just kept fighting and getting stronger along the way.
As for his teachers, there were many, but Kaido, Charlotte Katakuri, and Hyogoro of the Flower were Ye Fan's true mentors.
As for Rayleigh, let's just forget about him!
He only learned the basics in two years, but with true teachers, he advanced directly in less than a day.
"998"
"999"
"1000"
...
Sweat poured down like rain, continuously dripping onto the deck, wetting the wood beneath him.
The sea breeze blew, dispersing the sweat and bringing a touch of coolness, but also making him feel more fatigued.
His arms, supporting his body, had begun to tremble, as if they could collapse at any moment.
His arms ached as if burdened with a thousand pounds, refusing to obey, unable to support his body's weight; each push-up felt like enduring immense pressure, leaving him breathless.
But even so, Ye Fan's body persisted; this was a battle against himself, a challenge to surpass his limits.
As long as he could persevere, his body would undergo a qualitative change.
"1012"
"1...0...1...3"
...
Now, even for a single push-up, Ye Fan felt as if a Five Elements Mountain was pressing down on him, preventing him from getting up.
His breathing became rapid, his heart pounded seemingly in sync with the rhythm of his push-ups, his vision began to blur, and the surrounding seascape became hazy, as if shrouded in a thin mist.
Reaching his limit, Ye Fan could no longer maintain the push-up position and finally collapsed weakly onto the ship's deck.
Sweat soaked his clothes; the damp feeling brought a hint of coolness, but his body was exceptionally tired, as if the last ounce of strength had been drained from him.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm his breathing.
His heart was still beating rapidly, but his body had completely relaxed, losing the strength to continue struggling.
The sea breeze gently caressed his face, seemingly soothing his tired body and mind.
The sound of the waves on the boat echoed in his ears, as if narrating the vastness and profoundness of the sea.
Ye Fan felt an inexplicable comfort; despite his extreme fatigue, his heart was filled with satisfaction and peace.
This was the feeling, the feeling of getting stronger, so comfortable.
The old man steering the boat saw that Ye Fan had finally stopped; it had been several hours.
Such willpower definitely belonged to someone destined for great things, a generation's hero.
He was definitely a person with grand ideals and ambitions.
Lying on the deck, if Ye Fan knew what the old man was thinking, he would surely burst out laughing.
The strength that supported him just now was none other than his wives: Nami, Boa Hancock, Tushan Yaya, Celestine Lucullus...
It was because of them that Ye Fan was able to persevere.
After all, he was still a...
Why did he come to this world?
Shout it out loud, that's right, no problem at all, it's that...
If you have a second answer, I'm sorry, I, Ye Fan, openly despise you.
After resting for ten minutes, Ye Fan stood up and felt a powerful force surging within his body.
His muscles seemed to be activated, full of strength and vitality; he straightened his body, feeling his posture more upright and his steps more powerful.
He stretched his arms, feeling the firmness of his muscles and the burst of strength.
Every breath was filled with power, every step carried confidence and determination, as if he had undergone a transformation, radiating new vitality.
With this immense power, Ye Fan felt that he was an invincible existence in the East Blue.
Confidence, this was only the second time Ye Fan had felt so confident.
The first time was when the system awakened; this time, he broke through his body's limits, and his strength increased very significantly.
This body had been completely renewed.
"Young man, Orange Town is almost here."
Ye Fan snapped back to reality; he was so moved by himself that he had indulged in a moment of reflection.
After hearing the other person's words, Ye Fan saw the coastline; it was indeed approaching.
Today was Luffy's third day at sea, and he should still be encountering Zoro at Marine Branch 153.
And today was the day Ye Fan would capture the thieving cat, Nami.
She had been undercover with the Buggy Pirates for so long just to get their navigation chart, and she should still be undiscovered at this point.
"Thank you, old man, here are one hundred thousand Berries for you."
After taking out one hundred thousand Berries and throwing them to the other party, Ye Fan performed a very miraculous feat amidst the old man's astonishment.
Ye Fan leaped up and headed towards Orange Town; just as he landed, a thick sheet of thin ice appeared under his feet, serving as a fulcrum, and then he jumped again.
"What the f***!"
The old man was so stunned that he blurted out something he didn't even know what it was.
Ye Fan had wanted to try this idea for a long time but didn't dare.
Now that his strength had increased, it was very easy, effortless.
Moreover, using Ice Magic didn't cause that feeling of weakness; his body was very robust.
He was no longer the Ye Fan who fell into the sea yesterday.
Ye Fan felt that fighting Nami and Nico Robin alone would be no problem at all.