Uesugi Sakura's expression was unmoved, as he took a small step back, swung the Wooden Sword down with both hands, hitting the bald head in front with a "Duang".
The bald head furrowed his brows and shut his eyes in pain.
Then, as he tried to protect his head, Sakura swiftly struck at his neck.
The muscular body fainted on the ground with a thud.
Side step, strike, hit.
Another one down.
Swagger, slap the face, strike the neck.
Another one down.
The gaze shifted to the other side, where Uncle Sakihara was already pressed down by several guys, stacked up like a mountain, his face turning red as he shouted:
"Damn it, damn it! Have the guts to fight one-on-one! Even one-on-two or one-on-three would be okay!! You seven fighting one, who could win!!"
"Shut up!"
"Shout again and I'll slap your face!"
"Get that dead dog of yours away! It's biting my leg!"
A dog was fiercely biting at the pant leg of one of the guys in the pile, tugging hard.
