Liu Qing headed toward the training grounds with Mihawk, Crocodile, and Zoro, followed by Kuzan and Bartolomeo.
The arena had been built using Liu Qing's hundredfold-density Wood Release. Even a Navy admiral candidate would have found it difficult to break through its defenses.
When they pushed open the doors and entered, they saw a lively scene inside.
A muscular leopard over five meters tall unleashed tremendous power with every movement, and his speed was far from slow. With two fingers on each hand extended like swords and his arms pitch-black, he struck at a dugong measuring less than fifty centimeters.
"Moo, moo, moo~~"
The leader of the Kung Fu Dugongs mooed as his entire body gleamed black. He dodged or blocked the incoming attacks, looking for opportunities to counterattack.
Rob Lucci's expression grew serious. This Kung Fu Dugong was improving far too quickly. When he first arrived, all he could do was take a beating, but now even Lucci struggled to fight him-and less than a month had passed.
Suddenly, Rob Lucci's eyes lit up. He spotted an opening in the Kung Fu Dugong King's defenses and counterattacked. With a sweep of his right leg, a circular slash cut into the center of the Kung Fu Dugong King's chest.
As the attack met his body, it made a sound like a cutting machine, accompanied by a shower of sparks.
"Moo, moo~~ Six Powers: Head Gun!"
As the attack ended, the Kung Fu Dugong King used Soru the instant he landed. His figure vanished and appeared in front of Rob Lucci, his head coated in Armament Haki as he rammed it hard into Lucci's stomach.
"Urrgh~~"
Rob Lucci flew backward, spitting up a mouthful of stomach acid before slamming heavily into the wall.
Before he could fall to the ground, Rob