Zachary stumbled back but then followed with a punch and sent Kiernan flying into the wall.
Kiernan tightened his back muscles, so when he hit the wall, the impact was softened greatly, so he didn't get hurt as much.
Kiernan screamed, and smoke billowed out of his body—the muscles in his arms and legs ballooned—the chest turned into a solid mass of muscle.
With a clenched fist, he hit Zachary's own fist, and two bones cracked—the muscles rippled and flexed with power.
Zachary punched him left and right—Kiernan's head got bounced back and forth like a punching bag.
"This technique of yours sure was scary back in the national, but now? It's laughably weak!"
Zachary rammed his fist into Kiernan's abdomen and made him double over in pain—he then grabbed Zachary's arm and and pressed his fingers into five pressure points.
"Iron Style, Anatomical Bind!"
Kiernan pressed on the five pressure points and forced Zachary down on his knees as he looked over in surprise.
Kiernan hooked his middle finger into a hook and struck Zachary in three pressure points in the face.
"Triple Point Strike!"
Zachary's eyes shook, and then his brows curved into an angry look—he stood back up and slapped Kiernan across his face.
The slap almost made Kiernan's head spin around like an owl, but he stopped it before it came to that, and glared back at Zachary with a fire in his eyes.
Kiernan punched him in the chest—it didn't do anything—and Zachary followed with his own punch that landed at his chest.
Kiernan coughed blood and stumbled back—then the smoke billowed out of his body all at once, and his enormous body turned back into his former self.
He forcefully ended High Human state as he realized it wasn't a match for Zachary, and he didn't want to waste his stamina for nothing.
"Hahaha. All those big words only to cough blood."
Zachary said with a smirk, grabbed Kiernan's hair, and forced him to look into his eyes—he could see the unfearness in Kiernan's eyes.
At that moment, sirens resounded from outside, and they turned to look towards the windows—the flashes of red and blue lights reflected off the walls of the room.
"Hah, this was your plan? You called the Police Force and just delayed time till they got here? I didn't take you to be so pathetic.
"You think this Police Force can stop me? Bunch of rejects that couldn't make it as martial artists, haha.
"I'll just slaughter all of them… after I am done killing you!"
Zachary said, and squeezed Kiernan's throat—the squeeze was so hard that Kiernan's eyes bulged out of their sockets, and his face turned red like a tomato.
"I-I didn't call them, y'know… You think I would let them capture you and put you into prison? No… That fate is too kind for you.
"I will kill you myself, and then you'll go to the afterlife… to hell, where you shall suffer the rest of your life."
Kiernan said coldly and slowly stood back up—his eyes filled with hatred.
"Hahaha! Afterlife? Hell? What the fuck are you talking about?"
Zachary asked in ridicule.
Kiernan grabbed Zachary's arm and shouted.
Through the purple mist, Zachary and Kiernan exited and found themselves in a small, nice-looking room.
Zachary plopped down on the floor, looked around in confusion, and asked.
"Where the hell… are we in God Island?"
Kiernan moved behind him and put him under a chokehold—the arms squeezed around Zachary's muscle-protected neck.
Zachary grabbed his arms, squeezed into them with his long nails, and stabbed through his flesh—he then stood up and smashed Kiernan into the wall.
Kiernan coughed blood, but he then wrapped his legs around Zachary's waist and tightened his chokehold even further.
If he was doing this chokehold in any ordinary martial arts, they would already be out cold, and even dead!
Zachary laughed madly, hopped off the floor, and smashed Kiernan into the ceiling, then turned around in the air and landed on top of Kiernan.
The weight of his 300 kg body completely crushed Kiernan, and his chokehold couldn't be maintained any longer.
Kiernan coughed painfully as he struggled to breathe under Zachary's weight, and then the muscle-bound man stood back up.
Zachary grabbed Kiernan's collar and reeled in his fist.
Kiernan gasped for air.
"And what's going on over here?"
A voice came from the doorway, and a white-haired man looked at them.
Zachary's eyes shook as a cold, deadly aura pierced through him—his bones started to feel cold, and fragile—he knew that he would die instantly if this man wanted to.
"T-This is what you planned? To bring me over to this man so he'll kill me for you… Hahaha, checkmate, indeed…"
"Is that what you wish?"
"Nah… This kill is mine!"
Kiernan grabbed Zachary's head—his right hand grabbed the left side of his head, and his left hand grabbed the right side—and he twisted it with a sickening crack.
"Iron Style, Hail Mary!"
A few bones on Zachary's neck snapped as his head was twisted completely around, and he coughed blood, but he immediately backed away.
The twist was shockingly not enough to kill him!
"Damn… The muscles of his neck are too tense. I planned to snap his head off his shoulders, but I failed."
Kiernan said and stood up in pain—he held his chest that was crushed just moments ago.
"I'll leave this to you then. I'll go have a coffee."
Imperius said and headed to the kitchen—the sound of coffee brewing soon sounded over.
'Thank god that bastard is gone now, but once I kill this fucker, how can I leave this place?'
Zachary thought with an ugly expression and held his bruised and broken neck—he couldn't turn his head or it was excruciatingly painful.
Kiernan took off his jacket and shirt—stood shirtless, and raised his arms close to his chest, but then his chest also started to turn sweaty.
Soon, it looked like he was completely drenched in water.
Kiernan breathed out.