"Come on, old hag!"
Waving the spirit sword condensed from Spiritual Power in his hand, Kuwanbara and Makoto was brimming with confidence. After participating in the KOF tournament, he had defeated quite a few opponents, which had given him considerable confidence. Of course, this was largely thanks to the spirit sword in his hand. KOF did not specifically prohibit the use of weapons, but most people did not use them.
The advantage of a weapon like a spirit sword was that its appearance was intimidating, yet as a spirit sword, it did not actually possess devastating physical lethality.
Even so, when people saw someone holding a sword, most would hesitate somewhat. Kuwanbara and Makoto knew his own limits and understood that his spirit sword would not inflict irreversible injuries on his opponents. Therefore, when using it, he could freely display his strength without holding back. His opponents, on the other hand, would inevitably be restrained by their fear of the spirit sword.
Naturally, he did not underestimate the seventy-eight-year-old woman across from him. After all, Kuwanbara and Makoto had met Genkai before, so he knew better than to judge someone by appearances.
"Hehehe..."
Across from Kuwanbara and Makoto stood a hunched old woman. She had lost all her teeth, and her white hair was tied into a bun. She wore the sort of green coat and pink stretch pants ordinary japanese women wore when going out, along with a pair of wooden clogs.
If she had not appeared in the ring, the old woman before him would have looked more like an ordinary person one might find on any street corner.
She stood with her hands clasped behind her back, grinning at Kuwanbara and Makoto as she let out a hoarse laugh.
"Come on, brat. Let me see what you