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In the center of the training room, Leo and Biscuit stood facing each other.
The air seemed to have solidified, and even the sound of breathing was exceptionally clear.
Sophia, Shizuku, Nico, and Chiharu held their breath, their eyes fixed on the arena without blinking.
Wing adjusted his glasses, a smirk playing on his lips—he knew all too well what was about to happen.
Leo cupped his hands and bowed respectfully.
"Master Biscuit, excuse me."
Biscuit waved her hand dismissively, her golden twin-tails swaying gently with the movement.
"Alright, come on. Let me see how much you've improved during this time."
Before her words had even faded, Leo moved.
His start was without warning—one second he was still in a bowing posture, the next he had shot out like an arrow released from a bowstring!
The five-meter distance was closed in an instant, his right fist tearing through the air and heading straight for Biscuit's face with a dull whistle!
The speed of this punch was at least 30% faster than Wing's attack just now!
But Biscuit merely tilted her body slightly to the side.
The edge of the fist grazed past her cheek, not even touching a single strand of her hair.
At the same time, she raised her right hand, her index and middle fingers together, pointing like a sword towards the pulse point on Leo's wrist—the angle was tricky, the timing precise.
Leo flipped his wrist, turning his fist into a palm, and hooked his fingers to grab Biscuit's wrist!
Simultaneously, his left fist came up from below in an uppercut aimed straight at her chin!
Instead of retreating, Biscuit advanced, leaning forward, and actually used her forehead to strike Leo's fist!
Bang!
A dull thud echoed.
Leo felt as if his fist had smashed into an alloy steel plate, a numbing sensation shooting through his finger bones.
Biscuit's right hand had already broken free, and she delivered a hand-blade strike horizontally towards his ribs!
Leo twisted his waist to dodge, the hand-blade grazing past his clothes, the wind pressure it generated stinging his skin.
Utilizing the momentum, he spun around, his right leg whipping out to sweep at Biscuit's lower body!
Biscuit leaped up, flipped gracefully in the air, and kicked out in rapid succession!
Leo crossed his arms to block—bang, bang, bang!
Three consecutive kicks, each as heavy as a thousand pounds!
Leo was kicked backward, sliding and carving two shallow grooves into the ground with his feet.
But he immediately stabilized himself and charged forward again!
The two engaged in a dazzling exchange of attacks in the center of the training room.
Leo's offensive was like a storm; fists, feet, elbows, knees—every part of his body had become a weapon.
His fighting style was completely different from Wing's; it lacked intricate variations, relying instead on pure speed, power, and timing.
Every strike was simple and direct, but precisely because of that, it was even harder to defend against.
Biscuit's response was textbook level.
She didn't take the hits head-on—at least, not on the surface.
Her body swayed like willow catkins in the fist winds, dodging every attack with minimal movement.
Occasionally, when she raised her hand to block, she used finesse to neutralize the force, redirecting it into empty space.
But this did not mean she was at a disadvantage.
In the gaps between every dodge, Biscuit's counterattacks would strike out like a viper.
Sometimes it was a finger jab to the throat, sometimes a palm strike to the chest, and sometimes just a light trip—these attacks seemed understated, but Leo knew that if they landed solidly, the injuries would be severe.
Two minutes passed, and the two had exchanged over a hundred moves.
Leo seized an opening—Biscuit had just neutralized one of his side kicks, and her body was momentarily off-balance.
He didn't hesitate, stomping his left foot on the ground to generate power, and swung his right leg horizontally like a battle-axe!
This time, Biscuit didn't dodge it completely.
She retreated half a step, but the tip of Leo's foot still grazed her lower leg.
The force wasn't heavy, but it was enough to make her lose her balance, forcing her to retreat several meters before stabilizing herself.
The two increased the distance between them.
Leo's chest rose and fell slightly, but his eyes were startlingly bright.
He shook his slightly numb right hand, a smile curling on his lips.
"Master Biscuit, if you don't use your full strength, you won't be able to do anything to me."
This was a very arrogant thing to say.
But no one on the sidelines thought he was bragging—in those two minutes of sparring, Leo had indeed forced Biscuit into a somewhat disheveled state.
Biscuit brushed the dust off her dress, looked up, and stared at Leo with those big eyes for a few seconds.
Then she smiled.
The smile was sweet, so sweet that it made one's skin crawl.
But those familiar with her knew—this was the signal that she was about to get serious.
"Not bad."
Biscuit's voice remained crisp.
"It seems you've improved a lot during this time, to the point where you dare to provoke your master."
She paused and sighed.
"It looks like I have no choice but to get serious."
The smile on Leo's face froze instantly.
Oh no!
Just as this thought flashed through his mind, the air in the training room changed.
It wasn't an explosion of Nen, nor was it the pressure of an Aura—it was a change in something fundamental.
Biscuit stood there, her petite body beginning to emit faint "clucking" sounds, like bones rubbing against each other.
Below, Sophia, Shizuku, Nico, and Chiharu all widened their eyes simultaneously.
They saw a scene that subverted their understanding.
Biscuit's body—that petite, cute body that looked only about 1.5 meters tall—was expanding and lengthening at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Muscles bulged as if being inflated, bones grew, and her height shot up step by step.
Her pink dress was stretched tight, and her golden twin-tails fell below her shoulders as her height increased.
In just three seconds, a completely different Biscuit appeared before everyone.
Her height exceeded 2.2 meters.
Her muscles were like cast steel, every inch of her physique containing explosive power.
Her arms were thicker than an ordinary person's thighs; her face still retained its original contours, but the features had become rugged, and her gaze was as sharp as a knife.
This was no longer that cute little girl.
This was a humanoid Vicious Beast.
Sophia opened her mouth, and it took her a long time to squeeze out a sound.
"This... how is this possible..."
Shizuku adjusted her glasses, her normally vacant eyes lighting up with rare intensity. She scrutinized the transformed Biscuit as if studying something interesting.
Nico and Chiharu were completely stunned, standing there blankly, having even forgotten to breathe.
Only Wing adjusted his glasses, wearing an "I knew it would happen" expression, the smile on his lips impossible to hide—Junior Brother Leo, prepare to get beaten up; who told you to provoke Master Biscuit!
In the center of the arena, Biscuit flexed her neck, producing a crisp "crack, crack" sound.
She clenched her fists; they were as big as sandpots, with frighteningly thick knuckles.
"Hmm..."
She spoke, her voice becoming deep and resonant.
"Every transformation makes me feel very uncomfortable. I hate this bulky body—"
She looked down at Leo, her eyes like a beast eyeing its prey.
"—so let's just end this quickly."
The moment the last word fell, Biscuit disappeared.
It wasn't teleportation; it was speed that exceeded the limits of visual perception!
Leo only felt a blur before his eyes, and a massive fist was already enlarging in his field of vision, occupying his entire view!
There was no time to think; his body's instincts reacted before his consciousness could.
Leo crossed his arms, Nen surging frantically towards them, and the "Hardened" state was completed in an instant!
Bang—!!!
A terrifying sound of impact exploded like a cannonball!
Leo felt as if he had been hit head-on by a train traveling at full speed!
A bone-cracking pain shot through his arms, and he was sent flying uncontrollably, his back slamming hard into the wall of the training room!
Thud!!!
The wall vibrated violently, the specially made cushioning pad dented inward, and cracks spread outward from the point of impact.
Leo let out a muffled groan, a sweet taste rose in his throat, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.