Your White Hits is excited because it's your first time fighting others. Comprehension has increased significantly, and power has increased by 180%.
Zhang Yang's stance unfolded like an eagle spreading its wings.
Moyu, now fully engaged in battle mode, had a bright light in his eyes. All distractions vanished.
His fists, fierce like a tiger, seemed to tear through the sky itself.
Even with nothing but basic White Hits, the surging power from his core burst with unstoppable will.
Abarai Renji didn't dodge. Flames danced in his brown pupils.
He lived for this — head-on combat, no tricks, no retreat.
In the moment Moyu's fist struck, Renji recognized instantly—Moyu's White Hits wasn't inferior to his.
That realization thrilled him.
He let go completely.
"Wahahaha!"
Renji's wild laughter echoed across Training Ground Seven.
His fists howled through the air with explosive force.
Their exchange stirred violent gusts, shaking the field and spilling into the nearby matches, forcing others to pause.
"This guy… actually made Renji go all out?!"
"Where did this guy come from? I've never heard of him before!"
"Damn, the elite students in that special class… really are monsters."
...
Their fierce clash drew attention from all sides.
Many students stopped fighting to watch, eyes locked on the storm of fists.
Veins bulged along Renji's temple. He stepped forward hard, his heel cracking the wooden floor beneath.
He swung his right fist in a brutal arc, like an iron hammer meant to shatter bone—aimed straight at Moyu's shoulder.
Moyu's spirit had ignited fully, and his battle fervor only rose.
He didn't dodge.
He turned his body slightly, twisted his elbow, and countered.
At an unbelievable angle, his fist flew forward and collided directly.
BOOM!
The crash rang like thunder. A wave of spiritual pressure exploded outward.
For a moment, both froze in place.
Blood dripped slowly from their clenched fists, staining the floor.
Then it happened—Renji's arms dropped as his energy deflated.
He raised his head, his expression contorting beneath a bitter smile.
"I'm surprised…"
"Moyu, your White Hits… it's actually this strong."
"I lost."
Blunt and honest. That was Abarai Renji.
"It's only because you held back, Renji."
Moyu chuckled. "If you had used your full strength, who knows how it would've ended."
The surrounding students accepted that reasoning. They had to.
After all, if some unknown could defeat one of their strongest, what did that say about them?
"That makes sense. Renji didn't go all out."
"Even so, that guy's definitely strong…"
"Another competitor…"
Whispers floated through the group.
Moyu's display earned him real respect.
In this world, strength ruled everything.
Renji opened his mouth to speak, to clarify what really happened—but before he could, Moyu grabbed his shoulder.
A sudden flood of captain-level Reiatsu washed over him.
Cold sweat slid down his back.
"Shut up, Renji."
"I don't want anyone else to know."
Moyu's voice was calm, but heavy.
Renji stared at him, stunned.
He hadn't expected that kind of pressure—terrifying, deep, overwhelming.
Only after Moyu turned and walked away did Renji finally blink.
He whispered to himself, voice trembling.
"…How is this even possible…"
...
You have won your first White Hits match and feel great. During the battle, you grasped basic combat principles. Power increased by 328%.
The system voice echoed as Moyu exited the arena.
The White Hits boost was obvious—and it was just the beginning.
"So that's it…"
"Power doesn't only grow from sitting in lectures."
Moyu sat cross-legged on the edge of the training ground, deep in thought.
"But this means…"
"My dream of being a salted fish is completely dead…"
He sighed in resignation.
Were the lazy days truly over?
He shook his head, brushing the thought aside.
The future could wait.
What mattered now… was this battle.
Just then, not far from him, another fight unfolded.
Rukia Kuchiki faced off against another female student.
Both were top students from the special class, evenly matched in White Hits.
Their duel was elegant—speed, precision, poise.
They danced across the floor like butterflies caught in a gust.
For a while, neither gained the upper hand.
Moyu watched them closely, eyes following every graceful movement. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly.
"Well, I'll say this much…"
He chuckled softly to himself.
"A fight between two women is way more beautiful than one between brutes."