Chapter 410 - True lron Style Vs. Police Style
From the Martial Arts Building's entrance.
Lucas arrived with his classmates.
They walked past the front rows, and Lucas noticed Kurogami Family sitting with Azur and Alena.
He also noticed them being the center of attention from both teachers and students.
When they were about to reach their own seats, Lucas widened his eyes in shock after seeing the Police Commissioner standing middle of the building.
A gentle smile was seen on his face, but in Lucas's eyes, that smile always seed forced.
They kept following their teachers and were only ters away from their seats, but then Lucas heard a sweet voice.
''Hey, Lucas!'' Lucas snapped his head towards the direction of the voice and saw a beautiful light blue-haired girl waving at her from a few rows away.
Lucas returned the wave with a calm smile, but his heart almost exploded with surprise.
Soon, they reached their seats and sat right down.
Leo looked towards the entrance and saw the principal arriving with the rest of the teachers.
After seeing that everyone had gathered, he snapped his fingers.
*Snap*
That was a signal for his subordinates to close the doors.
His subordinates closed the doors shut and stayed on guard so that no one could interrupt the test.
''It is the ti!'' Leo shouted.
The students almost scread out of excitent, but instead, they turned their heads towards the last remaining locker room with excited looks.
''Contender, Kurogami Ichiro!''
The crowd beca excited, which caused a booming sound of cheering.
Marshall unbuttoned his sleeves with a gentle smile that was about to crumble but managed to keep the forced smile on his face.
The door of the locker room opened.
*CHEERS!*
Everyone started cheering even louder, which caused the floor to shake and the ceiling to quake.
Ichiro left the locker room under a heavy rain of cheers.
His powerful montum could be reached Marshall, whose smile disappeared into a cloud of smoke with shock visible in his eyes and fear.
The students who saw Ichiro first ti in half a year and after seeing how much he had changed beca even louder.
The male population slamd their feet onto the floor below them, causing a rhythmic tapping sound.
Ichiro did a small wave and stopped five ters away from the Police Commissioner.
Police Commissioner glared straight at him like he was trying to stare a hole in him.
[He is suspicious]
Ichiro flinched after the system talked first ti in a long ti!
'What do you an?' He did the final stretching session and asked from the System inside his mind.
[Keep an eye on him]
'Roger…' Ichiro straightened his back and moved his limbs one final ti.
Leo raised his hand and shouted, ''Ranking Test for Kurogami Ichiro comnces!''
''If he survives 5 minutes, he will beco Martial Commander!''
''If he survives 1 minute, he will beco Martial Captain!''
''If he doesn't. He will be Martial Leader!''
The students beca shocked that Ichiro was supposed to last for five minutes!
''Isn't the test a little bit too difficult?''
''Right… Is this the level of Martial Commander tests?''
''Scary…''
''Ichiro, you can do it!''
Azura was sitting silently without much emotion on her face.
''This is bad…'' Azumi bit her nails with a nervous look.
Eiji knew that Ichiro was strong, very strong, but Police Commissioner was a nearly god-like existence to them!
A person who will protect Irio's citizens.
Leo lowered his hand and shouted, ''Test… BEGINS!'' He quickly jumped backwards and crossed twenty ters with ease.
Marshall quickly went into his fighting stance, with his left leg in front, right leg behind him, and two fists in an orthodox stance.
Ichiro's stance slowly changed until it scread dangerous and death.
'What is this stance?' Beads of sweatdrops trickled down Marshall's face as he stepped back out of instinct.
After successfully creating True Iron Style, Ichiro's Predator Stance beca even more deadly.
The crowd beca silent, and many frowned after seeing Marshall taking a step back.
They didn't think it was anything special, but Ichiro and Marshall were currently having a fight inside their minds.
More and more sweat kept forming from Marshall's pores.
He flinched every now and then while Ichiro was standing calmly, without any emotion on his face.
'This can't be real…' Marshall widened his eyes in shock, 'I can't continue my operations with him here… I have to quickly sell them for Underworld. Otherwise, I will lose everything!'
*WHOOSH!*
''?!'' Marshall widened his eyes in shock after a sudden appearance of a fist!
''Police Style, Redirect of Criminals!'' He moved his two palms simultaneously and struck the side of the fist.
He directed only enough to make the fist miss his face only by an inch.
Marshall wasn't feeling happy for managing to redirect the attack because he knew…
Ichiro reeled in his fist with a calm look still on his face.
'Why isn't he trying..?' Marshall gulped and looked around the crowd, who looked amazed to see him redirecting the inhumanly quick fist.
'I only managed to redirect it because he was barely trying…' He started regretting ever coming here.
He wanted to find out if Ichiro was in any danger towards his operation, and he definitely was. Now there was danger of him losing the respect of the younger generation!
''Punch,'' Ichiro said calmly and sent another quick jab, which got blocked by Marshall's forearm.
*SMACK*
The students had chills running down their backs after hearing the loud sound.
In their eyes, Ichiro and Marshall beca even more aweso, but… They had no intention that they were barely trying.
Marshall had to use his full speed to block the attacks, but he had a few tricks on his sleeves as well.
''Police Style, Baton!'' Marshall slamd his arm down, which was blocked by Ichiro's elbow.
''Argh!'' His face grimaced after feeling Ichiro's sharp elbow digging deep into his skin.
''True Iron Style, Ironing Ridge!'' Once his words ca out, the surroundings beca quiet.
Ichiro gritted his teeth and unleashed an elbow strike.
The first attack of the finalized True Iron Style was finally revealed.
Azura's eyes beca wide open and watched the scene like everything was happening in slow motion.
*SPURT*
The elbow managed to scratch Marshall's forehead, but…
From his forehead, dark red blood started pouring down!
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