Chapter 287: Pain That Comes.

''Huff… Huff…'' Ichiro took his hand back and felt stinging pain coming from one of his fingers. He put it in front of his face and examined it closely, and saw one of his fingers being on the color of purple.

'Broken… Differences between physiques are too much… But, I am not far away from being able to fight against Martial King's!' Ichiro turned his head back towards Giron, who was chuckling like he had found a treasure.

''Excellent… Excellent…'' Giron murmured and wiped the small bloodstain from his lip.

''Alright!'' His shout was heard by every member of the club, ''I have decided the new Main Fighters of High School of Fighting will be Ichiro, Michael, Sariel, and Rafael!''

Michael and the rest gasped in shock until he erupted in cheers with Sariel and Rafael.

But, the rest of the members of the club looked at the scene with disbelief and quickly started texting towards their friends; it won't take long for second-years to hear about it.

*Crack*

Giron cracked his knuckles and grinned, ''You aren't done, right?''

Ichiro looked at his broken finger and grabbed it with his right hand.

''Haaahhh…'' He took a deep breath and twisted it!

*CRACK*

''Argghhhh!'' He groaned in pain and removed the hand. He moved his broken finger around, and it didn't look broken anymore; instead, it was completely fixed.

''Small broken bone won't stop me.'' Ichiro went back to his Predator Fighting Stance with his back slightly hunched, like he was preparing to defend an upcoming attack.

'Hmm?' Giron raised an eyebrow, 'Is he planning to defend? Why? He should know our differences between physiques, my attack will simply send him flying…' He didn't know what Ichiro was planning, but he knew what his own plan was.

Attack!

*BAM*

His foot landed on the wooden floor with a bam. His right arm slightly twisted, which caused bulging muscles to appear, which was packing incredible strength, enough to destroy a building with a single strike.

His body was standing straight with his tall body towering over Ichiro's body, who is already quite tall, but in front of Giron, he looked like an infant.

Finally, his fist started approaching Ichiro with wind pressure gathering around his fist, which increased the strength of the punch and the speed.

In the eyes of everyone in the building, they only saw Giron taking a step and doing a punch, which was simply impossible to see with the naked eye.

Finally, Ichiro made his move.

He didn't block, dodge, or get hit.

He did something Giron didn't expect…

Attack!

Ichiro's back was hunched, which allowed him to make a very dangerous move. He crouched with incredible speed and felt as wind pressure flew past his head, which made his hair flutter in the air.

He almost felt the arm touching his hair, but it was only the wind pressure coming from the attack, which almost pushed Ichiro to the ground, but he managed to stay crouched.

Giron was not prepared for this, and it took him a split second to decide his next course of action, but it was enough for Ichiro.

Ichiro used his legs and sprang forwards! It took him less than a split second to reach Giron's body, and his fist was already contacting with his body.

[Ironical Destruction - Internal Destruction!]

Giron clenched his muscles and finally felt the terrifying prowess of Ichiro's technique. He only protected his outer body but did nothing to protect his insides, which were Ichiro's target!

He felt his organs slightly shifting places, but only slightly, but it was enough for Giron to feel a tinge of pain and get his concentration distracted once again.

That was what Ichiro planned!

His two hands moved like bolts of lightning and grabbed both sides of Giron's face.

Giron widened his eyes in shock and unleashed his kick towards Ichiro's torso, but he had already made his move!

[Ironic Twist!]

Giron's neck stretched an uncomfortable angle, but the attack, which would be deadly towards everyone else, only made him have slight neck pain.

Ichiro obviously never planned to kill him, he knew that it would never hurt Giron, but he had another reason for doing it.

Giron's kick couldn't land on Ichiro's body because he had to focus on stabilizing his posture.

''HAAA!'' Ichiro screamed and unleashed his own kick at Giron's unguarded face!

[Iron Kick!]

He was certain of his attack landing, like it has been successful against hundreds of opponents, but… He greatly underestimated Giron's ability to stay calm in the situation.

Giron ignored the neck pain and blocked the kick with ease with the help of his left arm.

Ichiro looked shocked, and then Giron grabbed his leg with a grin.

His face paled as he knew what was going to happen now.

''You did well… Now it is time to show you about the pain that comes from fighting against Martial King.''

Ichiro gulped and saw his vision going blurry as Giron started swinging him around like he was a ragdoll.

*BOOM*

*CRACK*

His body crashed on the floor multiple times and scratched on the metallic walls. Ichiro's face started having a tinge of blood, with his outfit and hair becoming disheveled.

Michael, Sariel, and Rafael looked at the sight of Giron throwing Ichiro around like a ragdoll with wry smiles.

Giron let go of the leg, which sent Ichiro flying straight towards the metal wall.

*BAM*

A human-size dent appeared on the wall, with Ichiro spatting mouthful of blood as he crashed on the wooden floor with an exhausted and painful look.

Giron stopped next to him and looked at his injured, and nodded after seeing him being fine, ''It has been a long time since I actually could exercise this well.''

''Ptui…'' Ichiro spat the rest of the blood from his mouth and stood up with the help of his shaky arms, ''S-Sh*t…''

Giron smiled and patted his shoulder, ''If it makes you feel better, I once fought against five Peak Martial Generals, and they didn't manage to make me bleed.''

''I-It doesn't,'' Ichiro said and wiped the blood from his face with the help of his sleeve.

''You are still young, but… I am feeling kind of scared about the time when you entering the Age of Growth.'' Giron had chills going on his back as he thought about possibilities.

It might not be Ichiro who is lying on the floor with a bloodied face. Instead, it might be him!