White coconut flesh mixed with coconut juice trickled slowly down that sturdy arm.
Old Lion frowned, his pale golden eyes turning toward Arthur as he approached from afar-
In the sunlight, the young Medium still held an opened coconut, with a wooden straw stuck into it. His soft sipping sounds exuded languor.
He was like a cat stretched out on the ground.
"Young man, that's quite a distinctive way to say hello."
Old Lion's brow relaxed, and he spoke with a smile.
Of course Old Lion knew Arthur.
In fact, he had seen Arthur more than once.
And he had been watching him closely.
Old Lion believed he understood Arthur.
Even after Arthur had wreaked havoc in the Inner Bay, Old Lion still believed everything was in his hands.
"I just wanted to treat you to a coconut.
But it looks like you don't really like it.
Then how about a...
Fist?"
As Arthur spoke, he raised his right hand, the one that wasn't holding the coconut.
He clenched it and punched.
There was nothing spectacular about this punch.
In fact, it looked utterly ordinary, like a child's punch.
Old Lion kept smiling, but inwardly he frowned.
Something was wrong.
He instinctively sensed that something was wrong.
So golden light bloomed over Old Lion's fist once again.
Even a lion used its full strength to hunt a rabbit!
Old Lion not only mustered every ounce of strength in his body, but also pushed his self-created Mystic Art, [Transfer], to its limit-he knew perfectly well that the Mystic Art he had created drew on Death's [Reversal]. But without Death's core, its ceiling remained lower than [Reversal], even after he had borrowed a Mystic Art from the Death Poetry Society to compensate. Still, against Arthur, he was brimming with confidence.
As for