"Master! Senior brother! I'm here! I'm here!"
Overwhelmed with joy upon seeing the group of Japanese people who entered, Yamamoto Ichiro's spirit relaxed momentarily before surging waves of intense pain assailed him, causing him to instantly black out and faint.
Although Yamamoto had fainted, his cries had successfully caught the attention of the group of Japanese. They turned their heads to look his way, only to be shocked by what they saw!
"Yamamoto!!"
"What happened to you?!"
"Damn it! His legs are broken, his arms are useless! Who did this! Who did this?!"
Upon seeing Yamamoto, disbelief shone in the eyes of the Japanese.
To them, Yamamoto was no ordinary person, ranking as an extremely capable fighter even among their own ranks.
But now, how could he be lying there, sprawled on the ground like a corpse?
Especially Yamamoto's master, whose face darkened upon seeing Yamamoto's pitiful state.
Witnessing this scene, the Karate masters were filled with anger.
