"Pathetic words from the weak!"
Lucci remained unfazed by Jake's provocation.
In the next moment, his body sank slightly, his waist twisting as a sharp whistling sound cut through the air—a devastating whip kick aimed straight at Jake's head.
The sheer force behind it could have deformed even a skull made of steel, let alone one of flesh and blood, which would likely have been reduced to mist.
Yet Jake merely raised his hand casually, Armament Haki coating his wrist in an inky black sheen, effortlessly blocking Lucci's attack.
The shockwave from the kick sent Jake's hair whipping wildly, and the terrifying force even snapped a thick tree behind them—one that would have required two people to embrace fully.
The trainees paled at the sight.
Lucci had never displayed this level of strength against them.
If this was his true power, they wouldn't have stood a chance—they'd have been killed instantly.
Even Smoker broke out in a cold sweat.
Lucci's strength far exceeded his expectations—it seemed he hadn't even used eighty percent of his power during their fight.
But Zephyr, unlike the worried trainees, smiled.
As the strongest present, he knew that even a prodigy like Lucci was still weak before reaching his full potential.
Zephyr could easily tell that Lucci had gone all out with that kick—not only enhancing it with Armament Haki but also leveraging his body's momentum to amplify its force.
Yet Jake had blocked it with such ease, proving that, at least in terms of physical prowess, Jake completely outclassed Lucci at this stage.
Rob Lucci watched the scene with slight surprise, but he didn't believe he would lose.
To him, such simple physical attacks were merely an appetizer.
What he took the most pride in was his mastery of the Six Styles, which he had honed to near perfection!
Jake looked at Rob Lucci and spoke in a calm voice.
"If this is all you've got, you're quite disappointing."
Rob Lucci didn't respond.
Instead, the leg he had been using to support himself suddenly lifted, accompanied by a dazzling blue light emanating from his foot.
A Tempest Kick, capable of slicing through anything, was unleashed.
Simultaneously, Lucci used the recoil from the technique to create distance from Jake while raising his fingers, his eyes icy cold as he declared.
"Finger Pistol! Rapid Fire!"
As Lucci's fingers flickered through the air, countless shockwaves capable of tearing through steel were unleashed.
However, the Tempest Kick he had just released had shattered the ground, kicking up a thick cloud of dust that obscured everyone's vision.
They couldn't see what was happening inside the smoke.
But this was no obstacle for Zephyr.
His Observation Haki had long enveloped the entire battlefield.
And when he saw what was happening inside the dust, Zephyr couldn't stop the grin from spreading across his face.
Jake had crushed Lucci's sudden Tempest Kick with his bare hands.
The barrage of Finger Pistols couldn't even break through Jake's Armament Haki.
What had seemed like a deadly combination of attacks had, in reality, failed to inflict even the slightest damage on Jake.
Then, Jake moved.
His calf muscles tensed slightly, and Zephyr immediately recognized it—Shave!
This Shave was faster, sharper, and more agile than Lucci's!
In an instant, Jake was already standing right in front of Lucci, who hadn't even had time to react.
Raising his leg slightly, a blue light erupted from Jake's body as his voice dripped with mockery.
"This is the proper way to use Tempest Kick and Shave. Oh, and since we're at it, let me show you how to use Finger Pistol too!"
With that, Jake raised his hand slightly, and countless pale golden shockwaves shot forth from his fingertips.
What made it even deadlier was that Lucci had no way to block Jake's Finger Pistols.
His arms were already fully clad in Armament Haki, straining to withstand the Tempest Kick that was several times more terrifying than his own.
A premonition struck Lucci—if he tried to cover his entire body in Armament Haki to defend against Jake's attacks, his arms would be severed instantly by the opponent's Tempest Kick.
The sharpness and speed of this Tempest Kick were unlike anything he had ever encountered since joining the CP organization.
Though his first instinct was to evade using Paper Drawing, an overwhelming sense of unease—no, outright terror—flooded Lucci's mind the moment he considered it.
If he used Paper Drawing, he would likely die on the spot!
And that was why Lucci chose to gamble everything, using full-body Armament Haki to block Jake's attack instead.
However, as the Finger Pistols were unleashed, Rob Lucci's body was instantly riddled with countless holes!
Of course, most of these holes were in his clothes.
After all, this was just a spar, and Jake had no intention of going for the kill.
The once neat and dignified black suit now looked as tattered as a beggar's rags.
Even Lucci's beloved hat had been shattered into pieces by Jake's attack.
Everyone who witnessed Lucci's state couldn't help but crack a smile.
Especially that bastard Smoker—nowhere near as composed as he would be in the future, merely a hot-blooded, rebellious youth with a strong sense of justice.
Upon seeing Rob Lucci in such a state, he outright burst into laughter.
The CP agents, while not laughing openly, still held mockery in their eyes.
After all, With Lucci's personality, he never had good relationships with others.
Seeing him humiliated like this naturally brought them some satisfaction.
As Lucci stared at Jake and about to speak, Jake cut him off first.
His gaze was cold as he said.
"Show me everything you're good at. I'll counter you with the same abilities. I'll crush you in the very fields you take pride in. I'll prove to you that you're nothing."
A vicious grin twisted Lucci's lips.
His arm surged with thick Armament Haki, and in an instant, his figure vanished from sight.
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