348 Iron Kick's Ultimate Might.

Back in the cockpit.

Ichiro took a deep breath and asked, ''How much can the plane take?''

''Uhh, what do you mean?'' Lucas asked and had stopped steering the plane because it was already too late.

''Like, if a Martial Commander kicks the floor beneath us, would it break?'' Ichiro looked at the solid floor.

''Ah... No, it won't.'' Lucas shook his head and was proud enough to know that someone as strong as Martial Commander won't be able to break it with a kick, but it would be a different story if the Martial Commander was all-out attacking.

Ichiro nodded and felt the hard texture of the floor with his toes. He closed his eyes and soon came to a conclusion.

''It will hold.'' Lucas frowned after hearing Ichiro's words and had no idea what he was planning.

''But, I need to keep my strength in control...'' He muttered under his breath and noticed that the missile was only five hundred meters away!