"You lost, Ikkaku."
Su Feng pressed two fingers together and touched Ikkaku's shining forehead. Spiritual pressure coiled around his fingertips, giving off a faint sense of oppression.
"Gulp!"
The sharp pain on his forehead made Ikkaku Madarame swallow instinctively.
Although he had lasted a little longer than last time, the sense of defeat was even stronger.
Even with thorough preparation, he had still ended in a crushing defeat. He had even become a whetstone for the other man's Hakuda training.
Su Feng withdrew his fingers. "You've improved far more than last time."
"At the very least, you're no longer deliberately imitating Kenpachi Zaraki's fighting style."
Ikkaku Madarame was a smart man.
At least when it came to combat.
After Su Feng's reminder, he quickly recognized his own shortcomings and made changes, correcting his path in a short time.
It was not exactly rapid progress, but he was at least much stronger than before.
"I still have Captain Su Feng to thank for the guidance."
Ikkaku Madarame released Hōzukimaru's Shikai and picked up the long whip he had left at the edge of the grounds.
"I'll do my utmost."
"Hey, hey, what are you trash waiting for?!"
Crack!
The whip lashed down with an explosive snap, splitting the ground with a web of cracks.
Ikkaku Madarame glared viciously at the squad members watching from the side. "Does anyone want a whipping?"
His fierce aura echoed through the training ground. Everyone shuddered instinctively, slung their weights onto their backs, and started running toward the distant mountain path again.
Their steps staggered, their retreating figures a mess.
They did not look like Soul Reapers in the slightest.
Seeing this, Su Feng shook his head.
At this rate, these squad members still had a long way to go before they could stand on their