Japan, Tokyo.
Inside a Gangrou Style Dojo, two figures were engaging in a bout.
Both were dressed in karate uniforms, with black belts tied around their waists—clearly both were karate black belt experts.
One of them was comparatively young, he was Xiaoze Wutian, and his sparring partner was a middle-aged man with scar claw marks on his face and a buzz-cut.
Swoosh!
Xiaoze Wutian's right leg slid forward, emitting a grating sound on the wooden floor, like a sharp blade scraping across it.
He was barefoot, and as his foot slid forward, his body leaned in, throwing punches left and right, fast as arrows, at the man before him.
The air boomed as the middle-aged man raised his arms to block the two punches thrown by Xiaoze Wutian.
