Jian Yi stood silently atop the water, watching the scene with some speechlessness.
"Are people from Japan all this hot-blooded?"
He had originally planned to stop after this strike, but instead, it had stirred up their fighting spirit.
"That look of longing for an opponent only appears in the strongest people of a certain region."
"Don't tell me they're Japan's strongest right now?"
Jian Yi was somewhat speechless. He had intended to display his strength and make them back down in the face of difficulty.
He had not expected things to become increasingly troublesome instead.
The next second, Kinji Hakari and Hajime Kashimo flashed in front of Jian Yi.
One was shrouded head to toe in lightning, while the other had gathered all his cursed energy into his fist.
Both unleashed their strongest attacks.
Jian Yi's gaze remained utterly calm as the brush in his hand danced rapidly.
"A Thousand Strikes in an Instant."
The instant he completed the final stroke, hundreds upon thousands of ink-black fist shadows appeared around Jian Yi.
Hajime Kashimo and Kinji Hakari were greatly alarmed, cold sweat soaking their backs in an instant.
"Bang bang bang—!!!"
"Bang bang bang—!!!"
All the fist shadows shot forth, thousands of them blanketing the surrounding space.
The two of them, caught within the fist shadows' range of attack, had nowhere to evade.
Moreover, the fist shadows had appeared without warning, and their attacks were absurdly fast.
There was no time to dodge at all.
Every punch landed solidly on their bodies.
It had lasted only an instant, yet it felt as though they had been struck a thousand times.
As if they were being beaten up by several thousand people at once!
"Pfft—"
The two simultaneously spat out mouthfuls of blood and were sent flying backward.
The fighting spirit