"Whoosh!"
His aura swept over like wind, lashing their faces with stinging force.
Although the aura Kenshiro unleashed was intimidating enough to bring an ordinary person to their knees,
Tetsuhiro remained where he stood, smiling without so much as budging.
He teased, "Is it the way I talk? Or is this just too far beyond what you expected?"
"..." Kenshiro remained expressionless and silent.
Tetsuhiro raised an eyebrow. "There you go, not talking again. Fine, I admit your aura is impressive, top-tier for a mortal. But if you faced Raoh now, you'd suffer a crushing defeat."
"Forget him. You're still a little behind Shin."
"You already have obsession and resolve, but you don't yet have anger and sorrow."
"Hah!" His aura suddenly surged.
Apparently, hearing that made him try even harder.
Facing an aura that could crush an ordinary person to death, Tetsuhiro curled his lip and commented with both hands in his pockets, "Weak, weak."
"Yah!"
Kenshiro finally couldn't take it anymore and attacked first.
He knew that if he didn't act now, he wouldn't get another chance.
Through Tetsuhiro's eyes, Kenshiro ran toward him at a crawl, slowly raising his right fist and swinging.
"Haaah~" He let out an enormous yawn. Watching this was making him sleepy.
"Too slow. When I watched the anime back then, you seemed so strong, so cool, so badass."
"You'll never defeat Raoh or stop the Fist King's army like this." Tetsuhiro casually extended his index finger, slowly and gently pressing it against Kenshiro's fist.
Crack! A crisp sound rang out.
"Ugh~"
The bones in his fingers fractured slightly, and Kenshiro couldn't help grunting in pain. His formidable fist felt as though it had struck a mountain ten thousand meters tall, and his attack abruptly stopped.
His charge forcibly halted, Kenshiro's eyes widened.