The Black Lightning in the Instructor's hand was still only a "seed." What happened next left Delta Three even more stunned:
The mass of Black Lightning, condensed with terrifying power, began to grow in the air under the Instructor's control. The black seed took root and sprouted, its branching bolts becoming a Root System that spread recklessly through the air. Amid crackling sounds, pitch-black arcs pierced the air's resistance, leaving trails of black smoke hanging wherever they passed.
The lightning in the Instructor's hand grew taller and taller, shooting toward the sky. Countless branches filled the gaps between the bolts, forming a Black Giant Sword that pierced the heavens and burned a huge hole through the Training Ground's dome.
With only a light wave of his hand, the giant sword formed from overwhelming lightning came crashing down with a boom. Its blade fell under the pull of gravity, and countless charges poured down along its descent, becoming one bolt of incomparably black lightning after another as they struck the Training Ground's earth in a frenzy, reducing everything they touched to nothing.
The lightning came quickly and vanished just as quickly. Perhaps the Instructor had deliberately limited the attack's power. Once the countless bolts had fallen, the storm passed, leaving only a huge hole pierced through the dome and the scorched ground.
The air was thick with the smell of ozone. None of the trainees had recovered from the terrifying sight they had just witnessed. They stared at the Instructor's ordinary hand, which had not yet fully lowered, unable to imagine that it was this hand that had created such a horrifying attack.
"See that? This is the power inside our bodies. When fists and kicks can't solve a problem, this is what you rely on."
The Instructor turned to the