Yamada Ikki swung his fist and charged again.
Crack!
Sula's response was simple, meeting Yamada Ikki's fist with his own.
With just one punch, excruciating pain shot through Yamada Ikki's arm as the bone splintered from his elbow, his arm broken with a single hit.
"Stop!"
The referee's pupils contracted, wondering whether such power could be humanly possible.
Upon realizing what had happened, the referee was shocked and quickly stepped between Sula and Yamada Ikki.
By now, Yamada Ikki was kneeling on the ground, clutching his arm and screaming in agony, tears flowing as he cried from the pain of the punch.
Medical staff rushed onto the ring and placed Yamada Ikki onto a stretcher.
"Have I won?"
Sula turned to the referee, still eager to compete with boxers from Korea and Beautiful Country. If he accidentally killed someone here, he might lose that opportunity.
The referee nodded and stepped forward to raise Sula's left hand.
