Louis took a sharp breath.
Damn, what kind of hellish training is this.
Only long-lived races, or half-elves with a long lifespan, could come up with something like this.
"Can't go outside to forage?"
"No."
"Can people outside send things in?"
"No."
"Hiss..."
Louis felt a sourness in his teeth.
This isn't training, it's clearly wilderness survival.
Aren't they afraid that this training will cause a complete mental breakdown before it's over?
Seeing Lumi's calm expression, he understood.
Lumi's approach, rather than a professional skill, is more an integration of techniques.
The intended effect of this training is essentially the same as the Mad Dog Fist in his past life.
Mad Dog Fist is less of a boxing technique and more of a combat philosophy.
As long as you can defeat the enemy, even if you use a truck to ram them, it proves the effectiveness of the technique.
