Martial Arts System

Chapter 411 - Marshall's Suffering

''Eh?'' Marshall touched his temple and grimaced in pain after feeling the soreness.

From the wound on his forehead, warm blood gushed out rapidly, quickly staining his face in reddish colors.

The students, teachers, and everyone who were spectators became quiet.

Every face had a similar expression.

Shock.

Not even in their wildest fantasies would have thought about such a scene.

They saw the god-like existence Police Commissioner getting injured right in front of their eyes.

The divine image in their minds crumbled, and now, Marshall resembled a lot of fragile Humans.

Ichiro glanced at his blood-stained elbow and wiped the blood from it.

A little smirk could be seen on his otherworldly face, ''It was perfect…''

He could still feel the rush of adrenaline and excitement when he was performing his strike.

It was like nothing could stand in his path.

*Ding* *Ding*

A notification that confirmed his thoughts appeared.

[True Iron Style (Heavenly)]

''Heh.'' Ichiro clenched his fist, and from now on, the Style that takes him to the top has been officially born.

Leo, who was watching the match with everyone else, was flabbergasted.

'Such strength… Such speed!' Leo wiped his sweat and thought, 'Isn't his strength and speed at the level of Martial General?'

The spectators didn't still know how to react.

Should they cheer? But the one who was losing was Irio's Police Commissioner, who had fought against criminals since he was young and was one of the main reasons they could live peacefully.

Should they boo? That would be ridiculous; after all, Ichiro was Irio's Pride and Joy, and one day, he would make their City's name very famous.

Marshall touched his bleeding forehead and grimaced in pain. He felt lightheaded and barely managed to stand straight.

Ichiro loosened his clenched fist, ''True Iron Style, Iron Palm!''

*SWOOSH*

Marshall widened his eyes in shock and, with his hazy vision, noticed the palm of Ichiro's hand approaching his face.

''Police Style, Redirect of Criminals!'' With an anxious look, he moved his own palm hands as fast as he could, but the strength of Ichiro's attack seemed way too high for someone at his level.

*BAM!*

The palm hand effortlessly broke Marshall's attempt to redirect and struck him straight in the bleeding forehead.

Marshall's head was pushed back by a powerful blunt impact with an obvious red mark on his forehead covered in blood.

Ichiro's palm was covered in dark red blood, but it wasn't his blood instead of Marshall's.

*Thud*

Marshall couldn't stand any longer and fell down on his butt with disbelief, coloring his face.

''This…'' He looked at his own trembling fingers and knew what it was.

Fear.

Ichiro stopped attacking and stood straight with his hands behind his back.

He glanced at Leo, who was as shocked as everyone in the building.

Soon, he got rid of his startled state and ran toward Marshall, ''Sir, can you continue?''

''No…'' Marshall continued and stood up with shaky limbs and a strained chuckle leaving his mouth, ''Young one… You indeed are strong; you totally caught me off-guard.''

The spectators widened their eyes in surprise, and many really thought that the Police Commissioner wasn't prepared for the sudden attacks.

Leo frowned but decided to stay quiet.

*Rip*

Marshall ripped his sleeve and covered his bleeding forehead with it, ''Congratulations. It seems that Irio now has two Martial Commanders.''

He stretched his hand forwards, wanting to handshake the new Martial Commander.

Ichiro grabbed the hand with a calm look and shook it.

*Cheers!*

The spectators got rid of their shock and erupted in cheers.

First time in over a decade, another Martial Commander was born in Irio!

Marshall nodded and slowly walked out of the Martial Arts Building, and during that, he still kept smiling gently, trying to hide the pain that was hiding behind his facade.

''Congratulations!'' Leo grabbed a card from his pocket and gave it to Ichiro, ''You are officially Martial Commander!''

Everyone in the building stood up and clapped loudly.

Ichiro took it with a nod and glanced at the card and the picture that was already on the card.

[Name: Kurogami Ichiro]

[Age: 16]

[Martial Rank: Martial Commander]

[City: Irio]

[Country: Gensa]

''Thank you.'' Ichiro bowed and walked towards the seats, where his family was waiting.

Leo sighed after seeing him leaving, 'Such power, and he is still so young.'

''Congratulations!'' Azumi hugged him instantly after returning from the test.

Ichiro returned the hug and smiled slightly, ''Not biggie.''

He shook hands with Eiji and kissed with Azura.

He felt a weird tingling sensation on his nape like someone was looking at him without stopping.

Once he separated his lips from Azura, he frowned and turned around.

It didn't take long for his face to turn into shock.

A crowd of students was leaving the building, and even though almost all of them still glanced at Ichiro, he only recognized one of them.

Amanda gave a small wave and accelerated her pace, which caused her to disappear from his field of view.

''Hmm?'' Azura looked in the direction of where he kept looking but only saw a crowd of students looking at Ichiro with worshiping gazes.

''Where are you looking at?'' She asked curiously.

''Nowhere.'' Ichiro replied and said, ''Should we leave?''

…

*Bam*

Marshall entered his car with a painful gaze.

''Fuck!''

*BAM*

He punched the steering wheel with enough strength to make it dented.

Trails of blood were still trickling down his face and staining his Police Commissioner uniform.

''Why did he have to return?!'' He scratched his head out of frustration.

''Wait…'' With an anxious look, he looked around the car, trying to find the item he was looking for.

''Where is it?!'' He started trashing the car, throwing the stacks of papers away and phone chargers.

''There!'' From the trashes, a black cube-like item peeked.

''Whew.'' He grabbed the phone that was hidden under the trash.

He opened the phone and went straight to the messaging app.

With two of his thumbs, he rapidly wrote a message for his subordinates.

[Marshall: Prepare the packings. We need to sell the items ASAP]