Chapter 12: Sweeping Through

Evan Norman watched Iron King charge straight at him. It was not a martial technique. It was brute force, wrung out to the last drop, pushed past its limit by sheer physique and momentum. Precisely because it was not a martial technique, it carried even more openings. Evan found at least forty-three flaws, any one of them enough to end the fight cleanly. He ignored them all. A contest of strength? Fine. Come on. When Iron King reached him, Evan threw a punch and met him head-on. Martial technique,...