Crack!
It sounded as if something had shattered, coming from the opponent's head.
Thump!
In the face of Little Black's domineering blow, the foreigner was directly smashed to the ground, knocked out cold! Blood was smeared all over his face.
"Ah! How is this possible?" The foreigners watching the commotion cried out in disbelief.
Immediately after, they quickly came back to their senses and swiftly surrounded Little Black.
Ferocious killing intent burst forth from within them.
"Die, idiot!" a group of foreigners growled lowly.
With a stomp of their feet, they charged at Little Black, murder in their eyes.
Fists and claws, along with various other powerful attacks, brought with them more than a dozen gusts of wind, crudely aiming for Little Black's head.
"Heh heh." Little Black laughed foolishly.
Watching them draw nearer, he finally made his move.
Like a flea hopping about, he twisted left and right, each twist just enough to avoid their attacks.
