The shadows crouched and sent an uppercut, but the issue was where they were aiming…

Puuuk!

The shadows’ fists struck the soldiers’ important place.

“…!” The soldiers’ eyes shot wide open.

Low Blow!

The shadows used the forbidden skill outlawed by all contact sports, which was hitting a man’s important place.

“Euaaaaaaak!”

The agonized screams of the soldiers filled the beach as they fell one by one to the ground.

“M-My balls… MY BAAALLSSS!”

“Owner punk! Hamchi can’t watch this!” Hamchi cried out in horror as he covered his eyes. He wasn’t the target of the low blow, but watching the soldiers squirm in pain while screaming in agony made him feel the pain in his nether regions as well.

‘Hey, someone passing by might think that I popped your balls or something…’ Siegfried grumbled after seeing the hamster’s overreaction, but he agreed that the shadows’ method of subjugation was very despicable.

The low blows weren’t the end of it. They poked the soldiers in their eyes, kicked their shins, scratched their faces, et cetera. The shadows did not shy away from using all sorts of despicable skills that even the most despicable and cowardly wrestler in all of history would never dream of doing. 

As expected, their method was effective as...