Chapter 825: I have to say, I was disappointed!

Two fingers stopped Sasaki Ichiro cold. It looked like something out of a legend. Every scalp prickled in shock. White Tiger and his men stared, slack-jawed. Was this a hallucination? The man they despised most-the one they thought they could snuff out with a snap of the fingers-had pinned down Sasaki Ichiro, a foe even their elite war captains couldn't stand up to, with nothing but two fingers? The air grew tight, heavy enough to choke. A single, absurd thought surfaced in almost every mind:...