[Bam----]
A punch landed, sending a man flying as force burst outward.
Chinjao had clearly held back. After all, his goal was to subdue them, not slaughter them.
Even so, it was enough to send Master Raimon Goten into a baby-like sleep on the spot.
His injuries were probably no minor matter either.
Chinjao wanted to take this opportunity to teach these people an unforgettable lesson.
Combined with the earlier shocking display of Conqueror's Haki, it would be enough to make them think twice before acting recklessly again.
One should not underestimate the methods the former pillar of the Happo Navy used to govern others.
Chinjao charged recklessly through the crowd.
One Martial Arts Master after another was knocked to the ground—some spat blood and suffered grave injuries, while others lost consciousness completely.
They had no room to resist, nor could they even dodge. All they could do was face the massive fists crashing toward them.
"Master!"
"No, Master!"
"How could this happen? M-Master and the others can't even fight back?"
The disciples of the various schools watching from outside cried out in alarm, unable to believe what they were seeing.
In their eyes, their masters would surely be S-Class heroes if placed in the Hero Association.
Yet now, they were being crushed by Chinjao to a pitiful extent.
"Stop shouting. Hurry up and give your masters some medicine. Any later, and they might really die."
At that moment, Bachai and Gerhard each took several Purple Butterfly Pills from their pockets.
The disciples exchanged uncertain glances. After all, what normal person would accept unfamiliar medicine?
But seeing their masters lying heavily wounded in the distance, they gritted their teeth and took the pills.
"Thank you!"
Then they hurried over, checking their masters' injuries while feeding them the pills.
Meanwhile.
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