Receive, Neutralize, Release!

Kyogoku Makoto came back to his senses, somewhat surprised.

As a battle-hardened veteran, he could tell at a glance that the swordsman before him was no ordinary opponent.

Whether in speed or explosive power, he ranked near the top among the opponents Kyogoku Makoto had faced...

As for the shamelessly unsportsmanlike act of suddenly spouting nonsense to disrupt him, he did not care too much.

After all, he had spent some time training abroad and had seen plenty of utterly shameless spectacles.

American martial artists pulling out guns and using American Iaijutsu when they could not win a fight, grenades flying in from who knew where in Russia, Indian martial artists pulling out a pile of crap from who knew where, and so on.

That was what truly counted as having no martial virtue!

Taking the initiative, Fujino moved like a ghost, swiftly charging across the clearing in the night. He drew strength into the Wooden Sword in his hand and aimed straight for Kyogoku Makoto's midsection.

Kyogoku Makoto did not dodge. His eyes tracked Fujino's figure as he assumed a defensive stance.

He could tell at once that his opponent was a speed-focused kendo fighter. With his extensive combat experience, he knew that competing in speed against such an opponent would be a disadvantage.

So he intended to draw his opponent into close range, then use the close-quarters combat Fujino was not skilled at to win in a single blow.

Kyokushin Karate · Ura Mawashi Geri!

Just as Fujino's Wooden Sword was about to strike, Kyogoku Makoto moved. His right knee rose diagonally, and his lower leg suddenly snapped out like a whip, lashing directly at Fujino's upper body from the reverse angle of a normal side kick.

Naturally, Fujino saw through his opponent's intentions as well. Kyogoku