Devil's Luck

Chapter 24: Roundhouse

'...What?' Takachiho was completely bewildered and shocked that he couldn't properly respond. Because what happened was completely impossible! He was sure that he had dodged Zenkichi's punch and didn't even feel it graze anywhere near his face!

'How!? There is no possible way that it was because he became lightning fast! No, moreover it's impossible for him to become that fast in just a few weeks, even training a diverse set of martial art skills couldn't help him that much.' Takachiho's face turned ugly and he clenched his fists and shifted his feet around. 'The punch was too delayed, it shouldn't have been if his punch was too fast for me to see. And that timing...'

'But the most unbelievable thing is that my skill, Auto-Pilot, didn't manage to fully react to his attack!' Takachiho felt cold sweat rolling down his temple.

'Hitoyoshi Zenkichi, this bastard, he has more than one abnormality!'

Zenkichi grinned.

"Get ready you sack a shit, cause there's more coming."

Takachiho gritted his teeth and glared at Zenkichi, readying himself for the next attack. He couldn't let his guard down now that he knew how formidable his junior had become.

Zenkichi charged at him forward and sidestepped his right foot, pivoting and leaning his back over, and sent a high kick with his left leg over Takachiho that would've hit his jawline if he hadn't countered it by kicking his right leg against it and sending his leg back down.

Takachiho didn't want to give Zenkichi any momentum and sent a counterattack with another kick towards his right shoulder, he kept track of him and know that he's become a user of multiple martial arts but it doesn't erase the fact that he's more proficient and built with his legs due to practising Savate so his upper body should be much less durable.

'Go down, junior–!' Takachiho widened his eyes as he saw Zenkichi lowered his right front arm down and draped it across his midsection, blocking his kick and soon parried it with his left fist and quickly followed his attack by swinging his hand down onto the ground and delivered a spinning high kick towards Takachiho but he dodged it with his abnormality.

Zenkichi wasn't finished as he continued on charging at him, as if he was dancing, he was lashing out and creating arcs of kicks so quick that no normal person could keep track of him. Every student in the pool had already noticed them and was watching them in awe, the announcer even started commenting on their fight.

Takachiho couldn't afford to be distracted by the spectators, he had to focus on Zenkichi's attacks. He had to admit, it was impressive how Zenkichi had improved in such a short amount of time. His movements were fluid and graceful, yet powerful and deadly.

'Boxing, then Capoeira?! His moves aren't just like someone who just casually learns multiple martial arts just because he's overconfident; he's no jack of all kinds and master of none. He's slowly becoming a jack of all kinds and master of all!'

Clicking his tongue, not wanting this whole thing to blow up anymore than it should, Takachiho wanted to withdraw. He already got what he came here for.

However, Takachiho had his own pride and was not one to be easily defeated. He had joined this project because he wanted to find an equal. And the guy in front of him is proving to be one.

Not unlike White Ghost, a true monster that can easily wipe out an entire squad of fully trained elite soldiers under 10 minutes with nothing but his hands.

Takachiho didn't just want to fight some strong monster like that and get slaughtered, he wanted a rival.

He wanted to enjoy a good clean fight, with nothing but hands, feet, body, and skills.