Casio snapped his fingers, "Great idea! Why didn't I think of that? You truly are the one for psychological warfare... "
"Tsk tsk tsk..." Amos made a sound filled with ambiguous meaning; it seemed he was disgusted with Casio's inner darkness. No, it should not be called inner darkness, but blackness inside blackness. Just looking at the exterior, he seems dark enough, but to think even darker lies within. Dark as pitch, black as charcoal!
"Although the specific plan against Evil Eye Fist was first proposed by me, right now, I feel a bit sorry for Evil Eye Fist..."
The first day of the Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Competition, the morning matches were from nine to half-past eleven, and the afternoon matches were from one to five.
