The crowd around the martial arts field, men and women alike, were discussing. They were all secret martial artists, with strength usually equivalent to that of a boxing master.
After all, they are the stationed masters of various martial arts school branches, and without some strength, the headquarters of the secret martial arts school would not send them to maintain order.
In the center of the field, Casio's eyes were under the shadow of his hat.
He quietly stared at his opponent ten meters away.
The master of the Bloodhand Fist, Diaz, stepped into the realm of the fighter five years ago and is now fifty-five. Nicknamed Flame Python, his aggressive attack approach and the bloodhand secret art he cultivated made him quite threatening.
