Chapter 229: Training Ground Arena Pogba
Royal Military Academy.
Central Campus.
Massive spiral buildings stood tall.
These were the Training Grounds of the Royal Military Academy.
There were a total of eight of them.
Each had eighteen floors.
Each floor was divided into four Training Areas.
Each Training Area was the size of a football field.
The Royal Military Academy organized students into temporary units of three hundred, who would train in one Training Area.
They were required to undergo high-intensity training for at least three hours every day.
Regardless of age, the greater their strength, the higher the training intensity.
When an instructor deemed a student capable of enduring higher intensity training, they would be recommended for transfer to a higher-intensity Training Ground, with no room for refusal.
The minimum age for training started at six years old; this was the case for all students entering the Royal Military Academy.
During this process, the body potential of many individuals could be clearly displayed.
Under the observation of evaluators, their strength potential was simply graded.
The grading would change as time passed, and there were many rising stars.
Some hidden talents also required time to gradually emerge.
Anyone whose grading reached A-Rank would be transferred to the Core Training Ground in the center of the Central Campus.
This was the gathering place for the many Monsters of the Royal Military Academy, each one a future Strongman of the Kingdom.
The instructors at the Core Training Ground would specifically customize rigorous training plans for each of them, maximizing the development of their potential.
The training time was also not limited to the basic three hours.
Three hours was merely the basic minimum.
If you had the ability, training for an entire day was not a problem.
Plenty of high-energy food was provided to supplement various nutrients.
There were hot springs, ice rooms, and even the privilege of using Medical Pods.
To promote competition, there was also a large Arena next to the Core Training Ground.
If the morning was for training, the afternoon was for three hours of learning, followed by free activity time.
In the Arena, one could receive an identity card, which displayed an electronic number representing your ranking in the Arena.
To improve your ranking, you could only challenge students ranked higher than you.
All members registered in the Arena were required to challenge a higher ranking at least once every month.
To ensure they were in condition, one could accept challenges once every five days.
Within five days after accepting a challenge, others could not continue challenging.
The development of the Royal Military Academy's internal structure had only occurred in recent years.
Facilities like the Training Ground and Arena were gradually built during these years.
The Royal Military Academy was also expanding at a visible speed.
Many members of the Rocks Pirates who came to the Royal Military Academy were like sailors from the outer seas seeing a grand capital for the first time, utterly amazed, as if they had arrived in a New World.
Even those graduates who originally came from the Royal Military Academy couldn't help but feel a sense of awe.
After graduating, they had come to the Pluto Pirates for experience.
The current Royal Military Academy had changed significantly compared to when they left.
Leading Hades and the others was Erans, the Chief Instructor of the Royal Military Academy.
He was an old soldier over fifty years old, whose strength was merely at the ordinary Vice Admiral Level.
He wasn't considered strong and could be easily erased by Hades.
However, he possessed excellent cultivation ability.
With such outstanding traits, he was valued by the Kronos Kingdom.
"Erans, where are they now?"
Hades knew that Erans had been informed of his arrival in advance, so Erans should have already made preparations.
The Royal Military Academy was vast.
The journey here had already taken a considerable amount of time.
Hades didn't want to waste time wandering around the massive campus; even an entire day wouldn't be enough to see it all.
"His Highness, they are on their way. About ten minutes away."
Erans glanced at his watch and said unhurriedly.
It was afternoon, past the time for classes and learning, which was free activity time.
Notifying these students and having them assemble first before being brought here would take a considerable amount of time.
Currently, they were located in the Military Jurisdiction Zone near the entrance of the Central Campus, not yet fully inside the academy.
However, their presence had already been discovered by many students.
News about them was also spreading within the academy.
A vehicle was rapidly approaching from a distance, somewhat resembling a sightseeing car in a park, without doors, but magnified countless times.
Boys and girls with various expressions sat on it.
They knew what was coming next: their fathers, the Cadres of the Pluto Pirates, had returned.
This was the first time they had seen their relatives in so many years.
They didn't know what to think inside, as they had grown up without parents since birth, funded and raised by the Tartaros Royal Family.
Upon reaching a certain age, they learned the true identity of their fathers: Cadres of the Pluto Pirates who followed "Pluto" Hades and ventured across the Great Sea.
They might have felt some pride, but at this very moment, their emotions were still very complex.
Of course, excitement was the predominant feeling.
There were no negative emotions.
Soon, they arrived.
From a distance, they saw the Pluto Pirates members gathered in the Military Jurisdiction Zone.
A large number of Pirates gathered together, emitting a terrifying aura.
From afar, they could feel a dreadful pressure.
Such pressure, causing their hearts to pound, was something they rarely felt within the Royal Military Academy in the past.
There weren't many, but there were dozens.
They arrived in front of the Pluto Pirates, one by one stepping down from the vehicle.
"Hey! That kid must be yours, right? Pogba."
"Monster" Stu Man put one hand on "Demonic Beast" Pogba's shoulder, pointing with the other hand at a child getting off the vehicle.
"Looks pretty good."
Those distinctive horns indicated that he possessed the oni tribe bloodline.
Among the Pluto Pirates, there was only one oni tribe member: Pogba.
Only ten years old, yet already possessing a massive body nearly three meters tall, with bare arms full of strong muscles.
However, his body was a bit large, making him look somewhat fat, perhaps from what he ate.
Pogba looked at this child, so healthy, feeling happy inside.
He could completely see his own shadow in him.
This feeling was completely different from treasure.
He felt as if his heart had gained another precious treasure.
Thinking this, Pogba stepped forward.
The next moment, with a powerful explosive power, his figure instantly disappeared from his original spot.
Pogba didn't hold back at all and attacked directly, wanting to see how his child was.
Trandell's gaze had been fixed on Pogba.
The moment he saw his father disappear, he sensed something was wrong.
His body instinct felt danger, and he took a step back.
The next moment, Pogba's terrifying figure appeared directly in front of Trandell.
With a six-meter-tall body, Trandell appeared very small.
A punch landed instantly.
Trandell keenly dodged to the side.
He displayed extraordinary flexibility.
Trandell gritted his teeth, without any hesitation, raised his fist and counterattacked directly.
Swinging his arm forcefully, he threw a full-power punch directly at Pogba's face.
Facing this punch, Pogba didn't waver in the slightest.
The weak strength didn't even cause him any damage.
Trandell only felt as if he had punched steel.
In the eyes of the other Pluto Pirates members, Trandell was definitely a young Monster.
Perhaps due to receiving training and battle since childhood, he was already a powerful warrior.
His explosive power, strength, and reflexes were all excellent.
Unfortunately, he was facing Pogba, the man known as "Demonic Beast." From the very beginning, Pogba had been holding back.
Due to the absolute strength gap, Trandell couldn't avoid it at all.
And facing Trandell's punch, Pogba had no intention of dodging.
"Hahahaha! What's your name?"
Pogba stood up and patted the child's head.
"T-Trandell."
Trandell hadn't recovered from the sudden attack and answered somewhat blankly.
"A good name, my child."
"I don't know what you like, but I've prepared a lot of good things. I'll give them to you later."
Pogba didn't know how to be a good father, but for a Pirate, just do what you want; there's no need to be shy.
After speaking, he pulled the somewhat bewildered Trandell into the formation of the Pluto Pirates, showing off Trandell to the other members like a child himself, laughing.
All the members smiled, watching this somewhat heartwarming scene.
Those who had been adventuring on the Great Sea for many years felt a touch of emotion inside.
(end of chapter)