"Now, do you still think you're qualified to train them?"
Yas's cold, mocking words stabbed deep into Zephyr's heart like the sharpest icicles.
Zephyr fell silent.
He watched the soldiers struggle in agony under tenfold gravity like fiends in purgatory, yet adapt and grow stronger at an inconceivable speed. A profound sense of helplessness welled up inside him.
He had devoted his life to training the Marines' elite. The training program he had designed was hailed as the Marines' "hell."
But only today did he discover how laughable his "hell" was before Yas, a true "Demon King."
His theories, based on the limits of the human body and traditional Haki training, had become utterly meaningless before these monsters forcibly "ripened" by divine power.
"I... understand."
After a long while, Zephyr slowly exhaled a stale breath. For the first time, a trace of defeat appeared on his perpetually tense face, but more than that, there was the excitement of having his fighting spirit ignited!
"If conventional training doesn't work on them, then I'll tailor a set of genuine 'slaughter techniques' just for them!"
Zephyr clenched his enormous mechanical arm, the Crusher, with a sharp series of creaks!
"If they're demons, then I'll teach them how to hunt most efficiently! How to tear things apart! How to destroy!"
"I'll distill every killing technique I've learned in my life, whether military boxing, the Six Powers, or the use of Haki, into the purest killing instincts and brand them into their bones!"
The light belonging to "Black Arm" blazed anew in Zephyr's eyes!
Yas had fired him up!
An educator's competitive spirit had been thoroughly ignited in the face of a group of unprecedented "geniuses"-or rather, monsters!
"Good." Yas nodded in satisfaction.
What he wanted was not an instructor afraid to act, but a