Meanwhile, Arisu almost dropped her jaws as she closely watched the duo's display of power. On one hand, Kazuichi's blows had the power comparable to hand grenades, each with pinpoint accuracy.
On the other, the woman defended with grace and ease. It was clear that they were on the same level, and the advantage could tip to one side at any point. Arisu pursed her lips. The fight continued to wear on.
As they circled each other, the tension between them crackled like electricity. Kazuichi feinted left, then darted right, his fist streaking towards the woman's unprotected flank. She twisted, her torso rotating to intercept the blow, but Kazuichi anticipated her move. In a split second, he redirected his strike, his fist colliding with her ribcage with bone-crushing force.
