In an instant, Akasaki suddenly slid and spun around, and saw the figure that had appeared behind him as if by teleportation.
That grinning, scarlet, feral face.
And the right hand already raised—along with the low, illusory drumbeat roaring out, it pulled back as if clutching an invisible shot put, then, aiming at his face, drove out with the force of a thousand jun!
Rather than calling it a fist, it was more like turning the whole arm into a heavy flail and hurling the knuckles straight at the enemy's face!
—Drummer Backhand Punch!
Akasaki's pupils shrank in an instant, but in that split-second flash of lightning, he neither slid back nor used his Stigma to dodge. Instead, he suddenly dropped his body low, ducked his head, and at the last possible moment brushed past Huai Shi's fist to charge forward, the steel gauntlet at his waist clenching tight, sparks bursting.
Uppercut!
