บท 411: Marshall's Suffering.

''Eh?'' Marshall touched his temple and grimaced in pain after feeling the soreness.

From the wound on his forehead, warm blood gushed out rapidly, quickly staining his face in reddish colors.

The students, teachers, and everyone who were spectators became quiet.

Every face had a similar expression.

Shock.

Not even in their wildest fantasies would have thought about such a scene.

They saw the god-like existence Police Commissioner getting injured right in front of their eyes.

The divine image in their minds crumbled, and now, Marshall resembled a lot of fragile Humans.

Ichiro glanced at his blood-stained elbow and wiped the blood from it.

A little smirk could be seen on his otherworldly face, ''It was perfect…''

He could still feel the rush of adrenaline and excitement when he was performing his strike.

It was like nothing could stand in his path.

*Ding* *Ding*