He was far too slow.
Whether it was his speed or strength, he moved like a snail.
His fighting skills were terrible—not even as good as that bald Yakumo Kokonoe.
Though every move was indeed profound and exquisite, the person using them was far too rough, and he kept holding back.
Not a single move had reached its proper power.
"Ha..."
Yotsuba Mahiro let out a helpless sigh. As he dodged the opponent's hook, he clenched one hand into a fist and lunged forward.
Thud!
The shockwave stirred the hem of his clothes as the punch landed squarely on Rentaro's chest. With a heavy muffled blow, he was sent flying backward.
"Satomi!"
Kisara cried out involuntarily.
But Rentaro had already adjusted his posture in midair. He slid four or five meters across the wooden floor before charging forward again.
"It's not over yet!!!"
That had only been a simple probing attack. Now came the real thing!
Rentaro used all his strength to close the distance, his feet planted firmly against the ground.
Tendo Combat Arts Type Two, Sixteenth Form—
"Hidden Zen: Black Heavenly Wind!"
Like a rising dragon kick, a high kick swept upward through the centerline of Yotsuba Mahiro's body. He apparently intended to settle the match with this strike.
Mahiro leaned back slightly, and the black leather boot sliced past his face with a piercing whistle.
"Hidden Zen: Mysterious Brightness Nest!"
Before his right foot could touch the ground, Rentaro pushed off hard with his left and launched a frontal spinning kick in midair.
—Smack!
This strike, too, was blocked by an forearm.
Still holding the kicking posture, a few beads of cold sweat appeared on Rentaro's forehead.
He hurriedly retreated several steps.
He had never encountered an opponent like this. He had already put one hundred percent