"What?!"
After landing his final blow, Kenshiro's opponent hadn't screamed and flown backward as he'd imagined. The solid sensation against his hand made his whole body tense. No way.
He looked over impassively. Tetsuhiro was still standing where he had been, completely unscathed.
Their eyes met, and Kenshiro realized that if Tetsuhiro had counterattacked just now, with his ghostlike speed, Kenshiro would have been the one sent flying!
They were close enough to faintly sense each other's breathing and heartbeats.
Only at such close range did Kenshiro realize that, although Tetsuhiro's overwhelming strength had made him seem inhuman, he could now be certain that he was indeed a human being.
"Phew." Tetsuhiro exhaled, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. "That move wasn't bad. It took me some effort to analyze."
"Analyze?"
"Didn't I tell you I could learn it after seeing it once? If you don't believe me, try another move."
"Don't get too full of yourself!"
"Atatatatatatata!!!"
His fists flew so fast that their gusts and afterimages made it look as though a hundred fists were striking at Tetsuhiro at once.
Hundred Crack Fist!
Tetsuhiro almost felt as though he were fighting Jotaro. Amused, he laughed wildly and unleashed both fists. "Muda muda muda muda muda muda!"
"Hundred Crack Fist!"
"What?!" Kenshiro was stunned. His opponent had actually used the same move to block him?
No, that man's speed and strength were even greater!
"Acha!" After trading punches for three minutes, Tetsuhiro had completely mastered the move. Spotting an opening, he changed his fist into extended fingers and thrust them toward Kenshiro's chest.
Kenshiro unleashed all his fighting aura and did his utmost to block.
"It's no use."
Tetsuhiro applied a little more force.
"Uwah!!"
Kenshiro flew backward.
Barto cried, "Mister... don't!"
"Young man, you're far too arrogant.