April rolled her shoulders, standing in the center of the dojo as the Kyokushin students gathered around.
There were at least ten of them—each one disciplined, trained, and ready to break her apart.
The master stepped forward. "You will fight in succession. No stopping. If you fall, you fail."
April smirked. "Yeah, yeah. Let's get on with it."
The first opponent stepped in.
A tall, broad-shouldered student with sharp eyes. His stance was solid, his movements disciplined. A straightforward Kyokushin fighter.
Let's see what this style is really about.
The first strike came fast.
A straight punch—sharp, powerful. April dodged, shifting just out of reach.
But before she could counter, a second punch followed.
Then a third.
Kyokushin wasn't just about power—it was about relentlessness.
April smirked, dodging another strike before launching a counter.
Her fist slammed into his ribs.
He didn't even flinch.
Instead, he drove a kick straight at her stomach.
April blocked, but the force behind it sent her skidding backward.
Damn… these guys are built different.
She reset her stance. Fine. If power was the game—
She'd play it.
April dashed in, slipping past his defenses, and slammed her elbow into his jaw.
He staggered.
She followed up with a roundhouse kick, striking his ribs with enough force to send him sprawling across the mat.
First one down.
The second opponent stepped in immediately.
April exhaled.
Alright. Let's go.