He hurriedly leaped backward, barely avoiding the side ladder that came right after him.
Too slow!
Armament Haki isn't for you to tank hits head-on. It's meant to help you exert force more precisely.
If you had coated your hands in a layer of Armament Haki too, your Haki wouldn't have looked so pathetic.
Faced with Mu Chen's instructional mockery, Ace gritted his teeth and charged forward again.
This time, he had learned his lesson. Rather than attacking rashly, he first tested Mu Chen with his dagger while gathering Armament Haki around his knee.
But before his knee had even risen halfway, Mu Chen saw through him.
As Mu Chen sidestepped, his elbow smashed toward Ace's waist with a sharp whistle through the air.
Ace instinctively raised an arm to block, concentrating his Armament Haki on his forearm at the same time.
With a dull thud, Ace felt as though his arm had struck Tekkai. The pain made him bare his teeth as he staggered back three steps.
Meanwhile, there wasn't even a red mark on Mu Chen's elbow.
You defended the right spot, but your Haki is too scattered. At your current level, you can barely block a machete. Against a real expert, it's no different from having no defense at all.
Ace drew a deep breath, suddenly drove his dagger into the ground, coated both fists in Armament Haki, and charged forward like a raging bull.
He abandoned technique and tried to suppress Mu Chen with pure strength, but in Mu Chen's eyes, Ace's choice was disastrously wrong.
A trace of helplessness flashed through Mu Chen's eyes. He suddenly vanished from where he stood, and Ace's punch missed, smashing into the ground and sending fragments of stone flying.
Before Ace could turn around, a familiar stabbing pain came