Mr. Sang, an old man, walks out of the bakery that was shattered during the chaos of Tom’s accident, now newly fixed and renovated. The once-broken windows have been replaced with clear glass, and the interior has been updated as well. With a hunched back, both hands held behind him, and a rolled-up newspaper tucked under his arm, he makes his way down the sidewalk, enjoying the sunshine on a warm, breezy day.
Out of nowhere, a human-like object comes flying through the air like a wildly spinning windmill, passing right in front of him. In a flash, he recognizes it’s High Knee Tom, the Class-C fighter! Tom crashes perfectly headfirst into a street garbage bin, upside down, with his legs dangling out limply. The impact loosens his pants, leaving his bare butt on full display, with feces spread across his thighs.
Mr. Sang narrows his eyes, giving Tom a long, serious look before breaking into a mock-serious tone. “Oh, please tell me this isn’t your new signature move every time you make an entrance! Should I call you High Knee Tom, or rather, High Butt Tom?” He stares at Tom’s feces-covered bottom, barely able to contain his amusement beneath his serious facade.
There stands, across the street, an absurd figure wearing nothing but a pinkish triangle woman’s underwear. His fist still lingers in the air from the punch, muscles tense and firm, filled with confidence. He stares at his fist intensely, noticing a mystical aura glowing around it. However, that’s merely his own imagination; to those around him, it’s clear that nothing is there at all. He’s so satisfied with his tireless weight training after losing to Frank the other day, proud of the fact that he just sent Tom flying with a single punch.
“I could never mistake this fashionable outfit; even if I went senile, I’d recognize him anywhere—he’s Dave, the infamous ‘Underwear!'” He mutters to himself, stepping forward and pointing at poor Tom’s bare butt. “Is that your doing?” he asks, maintaining a serious face, though his voice is laced with amusement.
“Oh, yes! It was I who sent him flying!” Dave declares proudly. Just as he’s about to ask, “And who might you be—”, he suddenly stops. His eyes widen in shock as he realizes who the old man is. It’s none other than the vice president of the Kung Fu Association.
Dave, mistaking Mr. Sang for a formidable fighter because of his title, feels a rush of excitement. In reality, Mr. Sang is just a frail, hunched old man with no fighting skills. However, in Dave’s imagination, Mr. Sang stands ready to counter his upcoming attack with all sorts of masterful martial arts moves. Overwhelmed by excitement, Dave unintentionally bypasses the battle declaration. He channels every ounce of energy into his right arm, clenching his fist to gather power. He prepares to unleash his new special move, invented just yesterday during gym training: he calls it the “Mega Legacy Punch.” The intensity in the air around him feels almost tangible as fallen leaves swirl around his pumped-up body.
Dave releases the Meta Legacy Punch, and his right arm launches forward like a missile, powerful enough to drag his entire body forward. His feet slide along the pavement, leaving two visible trails behind him.
Mr. Sang’s eyes widen in deep terror, his frail body instinctively leaning back as if trying to escape the inevitable disaster. “Wait! I—” he stumbles, his voice shaking with panic. His face turns pale, and tears fill his eyes as he realizes there’s no escaping it.
As the punch connects, time and space seem to distort around Mr. Sang’s face. A shockwave ripples through his frail body, lifting him off the ground and sending him spinning wildly like a windmill. The old man soars through the air, shattering the bakery’s glass window once more. He crashes into the refrigerator inside the store, jamming his body in the same position as Tom did last time.
The store owner, witnessing the chaos unfold yet again, yells in frustration, “No! Why does this keep happening to me?!” In an instant, chaos erupts once more, filling the bakery with screams and turmoil.