You Don't Mean Ma Baoguo, Do You?

The small grove beneath the night sky.

A stretch of woodland nearly a hundred meters across had been turned into an open clearing. Massive tree stumps lay scattered everywhere, and leaves were strewn chaotically across the ground.

It looked as though a tornado had torn through the place.

It was practically a human tragedy.

The two had fought from a little after nine at night until after four in the morning, for nearly eight hours in total.

At first, Fujino had relied on his buffs to suppress Kyogoku Makoto. Later, they became evenly matched, using every trick they had to beat the hell out of each other. By the end, they had exhausted all their moves and stopped caring about techniques or martial virtue, simply swinging wildly at each other like brutes.

They had practically beaten each other until their brains were about to turn into dog brains.

Kyogoku Makoto leaned against a fallen tree trunk, gasping for breath.

His karate gi was now tattered beyond recognition, and his tan skin was covered in sword-like cuts left by sword aura.

Fujino was not doing much better on the other side.

Thanks to the properties of his ace agent suit, his clothes still looked relatively neat. Beneath them, however, he was already covered in bruises, and his muscles had sustained slight strains. He was no better off than Kyogoku Makoto.

"Are you even human, you bastard?"

Fujino propped himself up with his Wooden Sword and let out a ragged breath. "We've been fighting for so damn long. Don't tell me you're some calf that turned into a demon?"

"You're not bad yourself!"

Kyogoku Makoto was not affected in the slightest. He raised a hand and wiped the beads of sweat from his dark, reddened forehead. "You're the first opponent who has