"Roar!"
After a full half-minute of punching, Berserk Tiger let out a furious roar and threw its final punch, gathering the momentum of its entire body.
As that punch flew out, a gigantic tiger seemed to pounce from behind it, lunging forward alongside its long arm.
Leomon was actually blasted backward by that punch.
"Lower your center of gravity."
After flying back several meters, Leomon stepped one foot back and lowered its center of gravity. It skidded half a meter before finally planting its feet firmly on the ground.
It panted heavily, its forearms trembling uncontrollably as it expended a great deal of stamina.
"How was that?"
The corners of Mary's lips curved slightly upward. She was quite satisfied with her battle pet's performance.
Being able to train a Magic Spirit with 2.0 intelligence to this extent was indeed something she could be proud of.
But after that pride came a trace of regret.
Before their "bond" had formed, Berserk Tiger still lacked some independent awareness. It was far less promising than Dark's Leomon.
Faced with Mary's provocation, Dark merely pondered, "Leomon, did you learn it?"
Leomon nodded slightly and gradually loosened its arms.
Then it slowly walked toward Berserk Tiger. As it neared, its pace suddenly quickened.
One step, two steps, three steps—each step grew heavier.
By the third step, its momentum had already surged. Not a trace remained of the earlier slump from being knocked back.
The lion's roar erupting from its throat was steady and restrained.
Its right arm drew back slightly. As it took its final step, it instantly recalled Hawlucha's stance when striking the Wooden Dummy, merging it with Berserk Tiger's "Mad Tiger Fist" as it unleashed a lion punch of its own!
The path of its punch was easy to follow, but it carried