Kengan — Ashura

They collide. The shockwave ripples through the spectators—men in tailored suits, women with cold stares, all of them addicts of this brutal theater. Fists like piledrivers. Kicks that would shatter oak. The giant’s elbow catches Ohma across the jaw, spinning him mid-air. He lands on one knee, spits blood, and grins .

Ohma steps into the storm.

“You rely on instinct,” the giant growls. “I’ll show you discipline .” KENGAN ASHURA