This was a rare opportunity to land a punch, so Moro didn't hold back.
However, Biscuit managed to deflect most of the damage.
It wasn't a difference in physical strength or raw aura output, but a pure gap in Nen technique.
Even with her vision obstructed by her own frilly dress, she instinctively reacted. With her exceptional aura control, she managed to set up a defensive layer in an instant.
This was the culmination of decades of Biscuit's training.
In simple terms—
She had an insanely high margin for error.
Trying to break through such a seasoned fighter's defensive instincts in a real battle was never going to be easy.
And that was the problem.
Even though Moro found an opening this time, if he failed to capitalize, he might never get another chance.
As his fist landed, Moro realized this all too well.
Then he saw Biscuit slowly lower her dress back into place.
Her expression was unreadable, but the slight rise and fall of her chest hinted at restrained anger.
Even more concerning—
She glanced at the audience where Huashi Doulang and Callista sat, as if weighing something in her mind.
Moro instantly felt a deep sense of danger.
"Why don't we call it a day?" he suggested immediately.
Biscuit smoothed out the wrinkles in her dress.
Then, her lips curled into a sweet smile as she replied:
"Oh? But it's still early, Moro. We should keep going, right? You aren't the kind of man to quit halfway, are you?"
"..."
That was textbook provocation.
And the danger in the air only grew stronger.
Moro hesitated, then glanced at her frilly dress.
"…How about you change into something else first? Or at least take off the dress?"
Earlier, when the skirt flipped over, Moro caught a glimpse of another layer of form-fitting clothes underneath.
So, even if she took off the dress, it wouldn't be inappropriate.
But more than anything, Moro just wanted to know—
Could he use the same trick again?
Biscuit's sweet smile widened.
"No need. It's not a problem at all."
"..."
Moro read the killing intent hidden in those three short sentences.
He immediately assumed a defensive stance.
Biscuit took that as a signal to start.
She moved.
Instantly.
This time, she gave Moro no chance to summon his Flying Stars.
Within a blink, she closed the distance.
Her fist, coated in hardened aura, swung straight for Moro's face.
Right now—
Moro had no way to block.
His only option—
Use his feet.
Boom!
The arena floor shattered as Moro stepped on a Flying Star, detonating it beneath him.
Using the explosive recoil, his body shot backward, narrowly avoiding Biscuit's attack.
"Stellar Aura Link!"
Still in mid-air, Moro expanded his aura field, once again filling the arena with glowing golden stardust.
At least in this kind of sparring match, his ability had an advantage.
Normally, the biggest weakness of Stellar Aura Link was that it significantly weakened Moro's own physical defense.
But since this was a training session, Biscuit wouldn't seriously injure him.
She still had to control her power so that Moro could compete in the upcoming Martial Arts Olympics.
Even with that restriction—
Biscuit still wanted to beat him senseless.
She grabbed a chunk of shattered rock from the ground.
Then, she closed in again with terrifying speed.
Her pressure was overwhelming.
In just a few moves, Moro was already being pushed to his limit.
But he wasn't just dodging.
As he analyzed her every move through his Stellar Aura, he kept looking for a way to turn the tide.
One thing was clear—
Biscuit was on guard now.
She wouldn't fall for the same trick twice.
Still—
Moro had no choice.
He had to force her to split her focus—even if just for a second.
"Now!"
Moro seized his best opportunity and launched a Flying Star directly under Biscuit's skirt again.
Whizz!
The star shot forward—
But then—
Clang!
It collided with an invisible wall, vanishing in a small burst of energy.
Moro's eyes widened.
Biscuit had reinforced the inside of her skirt with Nen Armor?!
It wasn't even visible from the outside, but the exact spot where the Flying Star would hit was already hardened with aura.
She had anticipated it.
Biscuit had expected him to pull the same trick.
And in that split second—
She crushed the rock in her hand into a dozen smaller pieces, each one charged with Nen.
Then, she fired them like a shotgun blast straight at Moro.
BANG BANG BANG—!
It was as if ten fists had struck him at once.
Moro was knocked backward, his entire body aching.
Even the golden aura field around him flickered violently, nearly breaking apart.
"…Not bad."
Biscuit actually gave him a compliment.
Despite being under such brutal attack, he hadn't broken his ability's focus.
She wasn't surprised, though.
Moro's mental fortitude had been impressive from the start.
Now, using just brute force, she shattered Moro's Stellar Aura Link, knocking him flat on his back.
Then—
She straddled him, pinning him down.
"You should be grateful—I just helped you discover a new weakness in your ability," Biscuit said.
"You didn't lose out too badly, right?"
Moro just laid there, not reacting.
He knew Biscuit had been holding back.
And since he'd gathered valuable combat data, he didn't complain.
After a moment, Biscuit finally stood up and dusted off her dress.
Then, she looked at Moro and said—
"Come back to my room with me."
"…?"
Moro's face twitched.
He subtly took two steps back.
Biscuit: "???"
What the hell?
She had just beat him senseless, and his expression didn't change once—
But now?
A single sentence about going to her room made him react like he'd seen a ghost?!
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