"Again!"
Gin straightened up once more. Two flames seemed to burn fiercely in his dark eyes.
They said you could tell an expert from a single move. When masters clashed, even a brief exchange was enough to reveal the gap between them.
But being stronger did not guarantee victory. Vergo was formidable, and Gin felt the pressure.
In this world, many things could decide a fight. Strength was only one of them. Luck, willpower... they could change the course of a battle too.
Bang!
They clashed again, and before long, Vergo landed another kick on Gin.
Vergo's black leather boot struck Gin squarely in the cheek. Gin flew backward, spitting blood in midair. But once he landed, he rolled and staggered to his feet again.
Every time he was knocked down, he rose when no one expected it. His fighting spirit only grew fiercer. Bloodshot eyes blazing, he looked like a maddened tiger, more terrifying than any ghost or fierce beast.
Vergo's brow gradually furrowed. His attacks grew sharper. Sometimes he kicked Gin; sometimes he swung the Demon Bamboo into him. But Gin fought harder with every exchange, charging at Vergo without a thought for his own life.
Bang!
Vergo grew angrier and more impatient. He drove another kick into Gin and clearly heard a bone break.
Crack. To Vergo, the sound was crisp and wonderfully satisfying.
Boom! Gin hit the ground hard. Vergo glanced at him and waited. When Gin still did not get up, delight surged through Vergo, and a contemptuous sneer spread across his face.
But just as Vergo was about to leave, Gin sprang from where he lay motionless and lunged at him. Caught off guard, Vergo was tackled to the ground. Gin showed no mercy, swinging both iron canes down at once.
Smack! Smack! The