Crack-a-tat-tat...
Inside Garp's residence, Koby and Helmeppo each wielded two wooden swords, clashing at high speed. They fought with tremendous enthusiasm, their wooden blades knocking against each other with creaking rattles as though they might snap at any moment.
Wu Biao sat off to the side, smoking as he watched them. He shook his head in disappointment.
"If you keep training like this, the two of you will be one-punch trash for the rest of your lives. The only thing you'll be good for in a fight is handing people free kills."
Their movements immediately stopped. Frowning, they looked toward Wu Biao, both vaguely dissatisfied. They might still be weak, but wasn't that a little too harsh?
Wu Biao stubbed out his cigarette and walked over to them.
Whoosh!
The sound of air tearing rang out. He raised his leg and swung it in one fluid motion, sweeping a roundhouse kick straight at the two of them.
The kick came too fast, and neither of them had expected Wu Biao to attack them. When it reached them, they could only instinctively raise their arms in front of their chests.
Thud! Thud!
Two dull impacts sounded in succession. Wu Biao's shin sent Helmeppo flying, while a knee strike slammed directly into Koby's crossed arms. Both were knocked back a meter before falling to the ground.
"What are you doing?!" Helmeppo sprang up and shouted angrily, his arms trembling faintly.
"If you don't even know how to use your strength, what's the point of doing all that physical training?" Wu Biao casually brushed at his pant leg and looked at the two climbing back up. "That kick just now used about the same amount of strength you two have right now!"
How was that possible?!
About the same strength?
Both of them