Bright felt something strange at that moment.
His fists kept landing on Imu's body, while Imu's fists continuously left their marks on him.
Honestly, it hurt.
Though Imu had already weakened to the limit, his attacks, backed by Haki alone, were never weak.
If not for the sake of his dignity, Bright truly would have wanted to scream a few times.
Yet Bright did not feel any pain in this battle. If anything, he was relishing it.
How should he put it?
It was probably exhilarating.
To fight a powerful opponent like this in a life-or-death battle without holding anything back—there likely would not be another chance like this for a very, very long time.
Every cell in his body seemed to be cheering, cheering with excitement at being able to battle such a formidable enemy.
And even more wondrously, Bright could feel himself growing stronger.
Teacher Rayleigh had said long ago that Haki could only continue to improve through battles against powerful enemies.
And for Bright, was there any enemy in the world stronger than Imu?
There was not.
At least, there probably would not be for a very long time.
So naturally, in the course of battling such an enemy, Bright could feel his Haki growing stronger at an astonishing rate.
He was climbing toward a higher realm.
Compared to Bright's ease, Imu was in a far more miserable state.
His body had been battered to pieces. His limbs were twisted almost beyond recognition, and his chest had completely caved in. His internal organs had likely been pierced full of holes by broken bones and metal components.
Even after undergoing the Immortality Surgery, wounds like these were probably fatal.
The clearest sign was that Bright could sense Imu's strength steadily weakening.
At first, he could still break Bright's