It began to feel easy.
For these martial artists, joining the Imperial Martial Arts Dojo had been a decision they'd weighed with utmost care. Every single one of them understood the dojo master's power! Even if they were armed with handguns, they were no match for the dojo master. How could this man, of similar age to them, withstand a fierce strike from Master Makita?
"Help... help... me, get up..." Nozama Yuuta's voice rang out. He wanted to see for himself how this man was being slaughtered by his own teacher.
However, as he was being helped up by the apprentices, his gaze sharpened. He saw the same familiar kick. Exactly the same. The man's stance had not moved at all.
Just that one kick.
In his eyes, his powerful, insurmountable teacher bent over like a severely injured shrimp. Then, the man slapped down with his palm, and the teacher's spine, capable of supporting tens of thousands of pounds, broke apart segment by segment!
