When the Great Spirit Official heard the Night Walker's outrageous boast, he swooped down with his gleaming bald head and slammed a palm toward the crown of his opponent's head.
The Night Walker stood alone in the alley. Seeing the Great Spirit Official coming at him, he neither dodged nor evaded. He simply drew his right arm back, gathering terrifying force into his fist, then smashed it straight into the oncoming palm.
"Bang!"
"Boom!!"
Fist and palm collided in midair, unleashing an utterly savage surge of Star Source energy that swept out in every direction.
The ground cracked, sand and stones flew, and quite a few little baldheads were hurled a dozen meters away by the turbulent energy, their limbs flailing.
On the ground, the Night Walker held his punching pose. The hem of his black robe snapped in the turbulence, his body leaned slightly forward, and his feet remained planted on the ground without moving an inch.
"Whoosh!"
In midair, the Great Spirit Official was punched eight stories high before a surge of Star Source Power barely brought him to a halt.
He stared down in disbelief and gasped, "A... Fourth Grade physique?!"
On the ground, the Night Walker withdrew his right arm with extremely stiff movements, like a dim-witted brute. Then he methodically raised his hand and extended his middle finger again. "God said, anyone without hair is trash!"
"Trash?!"
"That son of a bitch insulted all of us!"
"Kill him!"
"...!"
He was pointing at baldheads and calling them bald, instantly provoking everyone's fury.
"Whoosh!"
The densely packed baldheads all swooped down.
Above the street, the Great Spirit Official's face remained hidden beneath his cloak. Raising his eyebrows slightly, he chuckled. "You have no idea what you're up against. So what if you have a Fourth Grade