Kamii Ichiro's face was a picture of disbelief for a moment.
He simply couldn't believe that his fist had just struck a sixty-year-old elder. That punch felt as though it had hit a steel plate.
"Is that all you've got?" Luv Gang coldly looked at Kamii Ichiro.
"There's... there's no way..." Kamii Ichiro was still very confident in his fists. On the arena, he was known as the man with iron fists, having knocked out many formidable opponents in an instant.
Yet, this gaunt elder in his sixties didn't seem to be affected at all by his powerful punch. On the contrary, he felt pain in his own fist...
"Get lost!" Just then, Luv Gang delivered a direct kick.
Kamii Ichiro was sent flying like a cannonball discharged from its chamber.
Boom... After being thrown backward, Kamii Ichiro crashed heavily against the van, finally coming to a stop.
Crash... Due to Kamii Ichiro's intense collision, the van's windshield shattered...
