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If Aoba activated Hardening, he was confident that none of the people before him could last a single round against him.
But doing that would waste the effects of these "experience bags."
So even though he would rather take a few hits, he insisted on using White Strike to fight.
As a beginner, these human punching bags were absolutely perfect.
Moreover, as he used his upgraded LV2 White Strike, it grew increasingly fluid. He was no longer constrained by fixed forms and routines, instead breaking apart and recombining all the techniques in his mind, instinctively responding to whatever situation he encountered.
Bam! Bam! Bam!...
Every unlucky fool who got close to him was knocked down or sent flying in an instant!
In the blink of an eye, the encirclement was broken. Aoba had knocked down another ten people, leaving only seven or eight men and Fat Tiger staring at him in fear, none of them daring to take another step forward.
Listening to the groans covering the ground, Aoba's gaze remained calm.
This was already the result of him holding back. Otherwise, with his current strength and speed, using LV2 White Strike could kill people!
But while absorbing experience, he consciously avoided vital points. This was undoubtedly more difficult, and it also gave him a deeper understanding and grasp of the techniques of White Strike.
After glancing at the mission progress, the corners of Aoba's mouth curled slightly beneath his mask.
"Faster. I'm still in a hurry."
He waved at the terrified Fat Tiger and the others, his tone exceptionally gentle.
"M-Monster!"
"Run! We're no match for him!"
"Boss Fat Tiger, you'd better handle this yourself. My... my legs are a little weak."
Fat Tiger swept a resentful gaze over these useless men,