into a jet engine

In the next moment, white flashed and the muscular young man once again appeared, his head as good as new as if it hadn't exploded just a moment ago.

His eyes were filled with disbelief and a tiny bit of amazement.

With his appearance, the crowd once again broke out in a hub of discussion. Some martial artists who didn't seem to like him made not-so-pleasing comments.

"This bastard finally meets his match."

"I have told this bastard muscles are useless in a fight, but he won't listen."

Hearing the hateful comments, the young man's face turned ugly.

At this time, the news of David's victory had spread far and wide, attracting the attention of everyone present in the Martial Arts headquarters. Even the white-coat chairman appeared.

He walked near Ron and spoke while smiling, "This student of yours is really something, killing a Martial artist in one punch."