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Martial Arts System

Chapter 113: Competitive.
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"Was it good?" Azura asked with a hopeful gaze.

Ichiro dumbly nodded, "T-That was great…"

"Yay!" Azura cheered loudly.

"GET BACK TO TRAINING!" Marco angrily roared after seeing two lovebirds flirting.

Azura flinched and nodded quickly.

Ichiro looked at the crack on the wooden training dummy with a surprised face.

"C-Can you do it again?" Ichiro said and started holding the training dummy.

Azura nodded; she took a step forwards, twisted his waist, and used her entire body to throw her punch.

Once the fist was almost contacting, she clenched the fist.

*BAM*

Another loud sound was heard; this time, the crack on the training dummy became much more significant.

Ichiro took a deep breath, 'She is definitely the daughter of the Nightside family… Such talent!'

"D-Did I do good?" Azura asked shyly; she wanted more praise!

Ichiro nodded, "You are actually amazing."

"Hehe." Azura shyly twirled her hair.

Jordan and others in the hall almost vomited because of the sugary atmosphere.

"SPAR WITH YOUR PARTNERS!" Marco shouted loudly.

Ichiro stood in front of shy Azura.

Her body was very stiff and nervous.

"Relax your muscles, lower your shoulders and take a deep breath," Ichiro instructed.

Azura did as he told, and her stiff body became normal once again.

Ichiro took a step forwards.

Azura took a step forward, 'I hope he won't get hurt…' She thought to herself.

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She twisted her waist, used her entire body in near-perfect sync, the wind accelerated around the fist, and then she punched!

'This is almost in the level of Iron Smash!' Ichiro was shocked once again, 'But her arm will be broken if she tries to push it.'

'She will get hurt if she hits me with it…' Ichiro thought.

The soft-looking fist was nearing Ichiro.

Ichiro put his palm forwards.

[Ironic Edge – Universe Stop!]

Azura clenched her fist, but Ichiro's palm stopped the punch completely.

She felt like she didn't hit anything.

"Eh?" Azura was confused.

Ichiro smiled and said gently, "Be careful with this; your body isn't ready to practice Martial Arts Techniques. You would be in a world of pain if I didn't stop the punch."

"Oh…" Azura was shocked and slightly scared.

Ichiro patted her head, "Start with training your body first; you are definitely a genius."

Azura blushed heavily after feeling his warm hand on her head.

"G-Genius?" She muttered.

Ichiro nodded and took his hand back.

Azura slightly pouted after he took his hand back.

*DING* *DING*

The bell rang outside the building, signaling that the class was over.

The school day went smoothly afterward. Ichiro and Azura spent most of their free time with each other, making others very jealous of the otherworldly couple.

But then the school ended.

"See you tomorrow," Azura said shyly.

Ichiro nodded and waved his hand.

He saw a butler with an expensive-looking car came to pick Azura.

The butler narrowed his eyes while looking at Ichiro.

Ichiro did the same.

The butler felt the young man's strength; he relaxed and nodded.

Ichiro felt that the butler was Martial Commander!

He took a deep breath and relaxed; he nodded as well, 'He is strong enough to protect Azura…'

"Ichiro!" Jordan came running.

Ichiro turned his head, "Yes?"

"Giron needs to talk with you and other Kings!" Jordan said urgently.

Ichiro nodded and started running towards the Martial Arts Club building.

Once he entered, he already saw other Kings standing in front of Giron.

Giron nodded after seeing Ichiro.

"Alright. The battle of Cities will be soon but before that. We have a practice match with Secondary High School of Fighting."

The Four Kings nodded.

"Practise match will be here tomorrow, and let me tell you the rules of the match. It will be similar with the Battle of Cities and Battle of Countries in the High School tournament. It is different from the Middle School tournament system as well."

The Four Kings nodded.

"The system is that you will fight until you are defeated. This means, if Ichiro here is the first one to fight, he must fight till he gets defeated, and he could win all the rounds, or simply two and get defeated in the final round. Then the second fighter from our team will go fight, and he will be facing against the one who defeated Ichiro. The team who is last standing will win."

Michael, Sariel, and Rafael nodded; they were already aware.

Ichiro didn't know, but he liked this system more.

"Get rest; tomorrow will be an important day," Giron said and was about to leave.

But then Ichiro opened his mouth, "Are we fighting against their Recruit team as well?"

Giron chuckled, "No… You guys are fighting against their Main Fighters."

Ichiro nodded solemnly, 'Which means we are fighting against their third year who has entered their Age of Growth…'

"Who are our fighters? We have 4, and only 3 is needed." Michael asked.

Giron shrugged, "Do rock, paper, and scissors."

The Four Kings sweatdropped.

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The Four Kings then turned towards each other and had a battle of eyes.

"1v1 and then losers will battle against each other, and the one who wins that match will be in the team with two other winners," Ichiro suggested.

Other Kings nodded.

Ichiro was facing against Rafael, and Michal was facing Sariel.

"Rock… Paper… Scissors!" Ichiro and Rafael said simultaneously.

Ichiro's eyes started having red rims.

He is using… analyze!

"Rock!" Rafael had a rock.

"Paper!" Ichiro had a paper.

"Let's go!" Ichiro cheered.

Rafael clicked his tongue.

It was now Michael's and Sariel's turn.

"Rock… Paper… Scissors!"

"Rock!" Sariel had a rock.

"Scissors!" Michael had scissors.

"FUCK!" Michael cursed.

"Get rekt!" Sariel flexed.

"Rafael Vs. Michael!" Ichiro shouted loudly.

Rafael and Michael was facing each other with solemn looks.

"Rock… Paper… Scissors!"

"Paper!" Michael had a paper.

"Scissors!" Rafael had scissors.

"LET'S GOO!" Rafael cheered.

"Grrrr!" Michael growled angrily and stomped out of the hall.

"Don't be a sore loser!" Ichiro shouted.

Michael showed a middle finger and left the hall.

Giron saw the entire scene; he facepalmed. "These guys are way too competitive."