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Chapter 641 Ireland: They'll Die..............

Both of their muscles tensed up simultaneously.

The difference lies in the fact that Ireland's imposing presence is completely overt, while Kyogoku Makoto's demeanor at this moment is somewhat relaxed, or rather, like his actions, somewhat strange...

Ireland narrowed his eyes as he looked at Makoto Kyogoku's strange stance.

Based on his years of fighting experience, this stance was full of openings.

Heh, it seems that although Kyogoku Makoto appears to value me on the surface, he still looks down on me in his heart.

Young people are indeed young people; they are easily misled by superficial things.

Very well, today I'll show you what I'm made of!

boom--

While Ireland was thinking this, Makoto Kyogoku acted first.

Although his posture was unusual, his initial attack was still incredibly powerful.

The opponent looks like a master; I must use all my strength!

Makoto Kyogoku reminded himself of this.

Therefore, he unleashed his full power right from the start!

Kyogoku Masato, known as the "Kicking Prince," was originally very skilled in leg techniques.

Not to mention, during this time, he combined regular training with daily life, and through his limping, seemingly abnormal gait, he vaguely experienced a completely new kind of martial arts...

Today, we face Ireland, an opponent who looks formidable.

Kyogoku Makoto then made a decisive decision to use him to test his new understanding of martial arts that he had gained during this period!

boom--

With tremendous force, Makoto Kyogoku's kick hurtled towards Ireland.

Ireland was still warming up when they were startled by Kyogoku Makoto's sudden move.

Good lad, that was quite a frightening move!

Ireland thought to himself.

Very good. As expected of Makoto Kyogoku, the champion of the karate tournament, his strength is remarkable.

However, he still showed no fear whatsoever.

Instead, Ireland burst into laughter.

"Well done!"

Having said that, he raised his hands in a defensive stance, intending to withstand Kyogoku Makoto's all-out kick.

Ireland had even already figured out how to deal with Kyogoku Makoto's next move.

After all, his years of combat experience had long since instilled in him the habit of anticipating three moves after observing one.

He first blocked Kyogoku Makoto's kick, and then countered with a...

Well, that’s all.

Ireland's thoughts stopped halfway through.

Just as his hands were about to make contact with Makoto Kyogoku's kick, he felt the force of the impact and all his thoughts vanished.

Or rather, all the ideas have turned into one—

Something's not right, this kid seems a bit too strong...

Ireland's mind made a judgment, and then he instinctively knew that he absolutely could not take this blow head-on...

However, it was too late to change tactics.

The moment Ireland's hands made contact with the blow, his arms were forced back by the overwhelming force, all the way to his chest.

Immediately afterwards, the immense force traveled from his arm to Ireland's chest.

The pain emanating from his arms and chest left him with only one thought—

He'll die...

I'll die...................

Fortunately, this thought didn't last long.

Ireland was sent flying backward by the blow, his tall body crashing heavily into a large tree before finally coming to a stop.

He struggled to lift his head, looking at Makoto Kyogoku not far away, his eyes filled with horror...

"what!"

Makoto Kyogoku was also taken aback by Ireland's reaction.

He first looked at his own legs, then at Ireland, who had been sent flying after just one move, and was completely dumbfounded.

So, he only used one move?

Did I get stronger, or was this Irish gentleman just too weak...?

Without time to think, Makoto Kyogoku quickly ran over to the Irishman leaning against the big tree and asked with a worried expression,

"Mr. Ireland, are you... are you alright...?"

"I..............."

Ireland hesitated, his face filled with shame.

He really wanted to tell Makoto Kyogoku that he was fine and there was nothing to worry about.

but...................

"puff--"

The words were barely out of his mouth when they turned into a mouthful of blood, which he spit out with a whoosh.

This startled Makoto Kyogoku once again.

He quickly and gently patted Ireland's shoulder, his face full of apology.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Ireland, I was unaware of your abilities, which is why I intended to go all out. I didn't expect..."

Lin Jiayou, who was standing next to him, twitched his lips as he listened to Kyogoku Makoto's words, and mentally added a sentence for him.

I didn't expect you to be so easily beaten...

There was a hint of sympathy in Lin Jiayou's eyes as he looked at Ireland.

Oh, poor kid, why did you come looking for Kyogoku Makoto if you had nothing to do with him...?

I thought you'd improved your strength rapidly lately, but it turns out you're still the same weakling you used to be...

Perhaps Ireland possesses mind-reading abilities, or perhaps it's because Makoto Kyogoku's words are too blunt.

In short, Ireland's vision went black, he spat out another mouthful of blood, and then completely lost consciousness..................

Seeing this, Makoto Kyogoku was also stunned, and then quickly turned his head to look at Chia-Yu Lin.

I didn't touch him, he fainted on his own...

Lin Chia-yu was speechless.

Perhaps because Ireland fainted, Makoto Kyogoku felt less burdened.

He first took Ireland's hand and carefully felt it...

"call--"

Kyogoku Makoto breathed a sigh of relief and a smile appeared on his face.

"Fortunately, Mr. Ireland is quite strong. He only suffered some superficial injuries and coughed up a couple of mouthfuls of blood. He's almost recovered..."