Ten minutes later.
Ichiro was sitting on a comfy chair with a napkin in his hand. Every now and then, he was trying to get rid of the bloodstains around his face, and they were already reduced by a great amount.
His hair was messy, with his black fighting uniform was disheveled, with obvious signs of battles.
His skin, which was visible, had either bruises or simply dirty, with the most obvious ones being on his back, which was slightly on rags with his muscular back visible and obvious signs of bruises.
Michael, Sariel, and Rafael were sitting in chairs, around 10 meters away from him, and they kept taking sneaky glances towards Ichiro.
They had no idea what was going through his mind because he had been silent since the fight.
Giron was helping other Club Members to clean the building, which had broken floors with wooden pieces everywhere.
Ichiro stopped cleaning his face and dropped the napkin on the chair next to him. He crossed his fingers and closed his eyes.
He started remembering everything that transpired on the sparring match and tried to find out did he do any mistakes, or could he have done something better.
He had few ideas, which could have made him last longer, but the outcome would have been the same.
Those were ideas which were simply impossible to think in a split second with his limited human mind.
He had less than a second to make his decision of which attack to do next or how should he defend or block.
If he had thought even a little bit more, he would have got defeated almost instantly; that was the most difficult part in fighting against Giron.
Martial King's mind can think much faster because they removed the Power Limiter, which instantly made them smarter and better in every way.
If Ichiro can think about five different attacks in a second.
Martial Kings can think around a hundred.
That's why he usually used the first move that came to his mind, while Giron had more than enough time to think about his attack.
But still, Ichiro had a slight edge in terms of techniques and what moves he performed, but in the end, he couldn't do anything about the difference between physiques and was simply unable to injure Giron enough for his concentration to be distracted.
In his second-last attack, Ironic Twist was supposed to take Giron's concentration away from the fight by twisting his head enough for his field of vision to be greatly limited and that he would focus on the pain, but it was a failure.
He didn't get injured enough, and Ichiro wasn't even sure did he feel any pain.
He was also impressed by Giron's ability to stay calm.
Ichiro's last attack was Iron Kick, which was an utter failure. He planned to focus his strongest leg-based attack on Giron's face, which would hopefully make his pain around his neck worsened, which would allow Ichiro to have countless options to continue attacking.
But, Giron blocked the kick and wiped the floor with him.
The fight ended the moment he thought about using Ironic Twist. He hoped that his attack would have been strong enough, but it wasn't.
Ironic Twist greatly relies on Ichiro's own physique strength, which allows him to twist his opponents' limbs, but against someone like Giron, whose physique is miles ahead... It was simply reckless.
He kept replaying the fight on his mind over and over. Dozens of times, hundreds of times, thousands of times, in only 1 minute, he replayed it close to five thousand times.
Slowly, he opened his eyes, and his beautiful grey eyes became visible.
The calmness of the Martial Arts Club building was disturbed as three figures slammed the door opened and stomped towards Giron with visible anger on their faces.
''Coach, what the hell is the meaning of this?!'' The first figure, who had short auburn hair, a dainty nose, and somewhat attractive facial features, roared as he arrived next to Giron.
Giron took a glimpse at him and sighed, ''What is it, Benjamin?''
Benjamin's face was red in anger as he was fuming, ''What do you mean the first-year brats will be the Main Fighters?! I have waited for this opportunity for so long, and you take it away from me?!''
''I came to the conclusion that the so-called first-year brats have a higher chance of winning, that's all.'' Giron used a broom to swipe the rest of the broken pieces of floors away and finally saw two other figures.
These three were First King, Second King, and Third King of second-year!
Benjamin, the First King, didn't listen a word Giron was spouting, ''Bullshit! I can reach Peak Martial Commander once I reach Age of Growth; how the fuck some losers of first-year who barely won Battle of Cities has a better chance in victory?!''
''Oh.'' Giron stood straight, which made Benjamin and the rest of Kings to take a step back.
His 230cm tall body bulged with explosive muscles, and Giron unbuttoned his shirt, which made his muscular chest visible.
Benjamin was confused, but then he saw a fist-sized bruise on Giron's chest, which seemed very fresh and recent.
Giron rubbed the bruise and said, ''If you can make a bruise on my body, I will let you be the Main Fighter, alongside your group of friends, deal?''
Benjamin gulped and thought it would be insane to fight against Martial King!
Giron innocently smiled, ''I won't fight back, I will let you hit me as much as you want, but if you are unable to make a bruise on me in one minute, first-years will be the Main Fighters, deal?''
Benjamin pondered and thought it would be easy enough, ''S-Sure!''
''You two can also assist.'' Giron pointed at the Second and Third King.
They nodded shakily and went into their fighting stances.
Giron put his hands on his pockets and said, ''Time starts, now!''
''GRAAAH!'' Benjamin was the first one to make his move. His invisible muscles became visible as his veins popped in his forehead, signaling that he was going all-out on his attack!
''FIST OF BELLOW!'' Benjamin's fist struck Giron's chest with a powerful shout.
*Spurt!*
Everyone saw a rain of blood suddenly appearing, and most of them were shocked and wondered if Giron was too arrogant of letting someone of Benjamin's caliber to have a free hit, but then...
The next scene shocked everyone.
''AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!'' Benjamin screamed and fell down on the floor with his right hand being completely broken!
It was on the color of purple with bones popping out of the flesh and his wrist being twisted at a weird angle.
His friends, Second and Third King, became pale and stumbled backward until they fell down on their butts with shocked faces.
Giron touched the place where the fist landed and shrugged, ''That tickled.''
