My fist hurts when it hit the abdominal muscles that are as if they were made from a metal plate layered with rubber.
Master wasn’t fazed by an attack of this extent, and raised his left arm to catch the advancing me.
Compared to yesterday, his attacks were much slower.
As ojou-sama had said, his long arms and well developed, bulging muscles are a hindrance in close combat that is on the verge of touching each other, causing his movements to dull.
(If it’s like this, I could dodge it completely!)
To hit the persistent me, master swung his left fist down before doing a backhand attack upwards.
I had sidestepped to evade the fist before it had reached.
“Huh!”