Black-and-red arcs appeared again. This time, they did not spread outward, but tried to coil around his fist like slithering snakes.
Crack!
A tiny black fissure formed in the air.
But it lasted only a second before collapsing.
The violent recoil drove Lorne back three steps.
"Still not right."
Lorne wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"How did Dragon do it back then?"
Over and over, he imitated Dragon's breathing, imitating the frequency of that Haki flow.
Time flew by amid the monotonous punching.
Meanwhile, on the island's outskirts, Kuina and the others were also facing trials of life and death.
"Ryan, left!"
Kuina shouted.
A giant venomous spider dropped from the canopy.
Ryan rolled sideways, his saber flashing coldly.
"Soru!"
He appeared behind the venomous spider and drove his blade hard into the monster's compound eye.
"Damn it, there's no end to the monsters here!"
Ryan panted, covered in blood.
Bakel punched a boar's head apart and wiped the blood from his face.
"Quit complaining. The Rear Admiral was right. This is a hunting ground!"
Kuina swung her sword, cutting through an ancient tree blocking their path, her gaze sharp.
"If we don't get stronger, we won't even be worthy of staying by the Rear Admiral's side."
She looked toward the valley.
Thunderous explosions sounded from there from time to time.
"Just what kind of special training is the Rear Admiral doing?"
Kuina was inwardly stunned.
Inside the valley.
Lorne had kept punching for three full days and nights.
His feet had already worn a deep pit into the ground.
"Flow, coil."
Lorne's breathing grew extremely faint, but the oppressive force radiating from him grew heavier and heavier.
His eyes snapped open, a flash of black-and-red electricity crossing his golden pupils.
"Now!"
Lorne threw another punch.