After a moment of being taken aback, Kiernan quickly wrapped his legs behind Kasimir's back and pushed him close to his chest.
With his arms, he quickly started wrestling with Kasimir; both tried to put each other into a headlock.
Their arms twisted and tangled like spaghetti noodles.
With his free arm, Kasimir pounded his fist against Kiernan's side, trying to break his ribs, but because of Kiernan's tight hold on his back, Kasimir's blows had a weaker effect than normal.
However, the strength difference was still there, and slowly a bruise began forming on Kiernan's side.
"Argh!" Kiernan grunted and rolled in pain.
"Kiernan, you must break loose!" Jin screamed urgently.
Timothy and Klaus were pale-faced. They hadn't seen the ace of their school be in such a bad position before!
"Huff, huff!" Kiernan breathed heavily, and then his jersey shirt started to slide off his body, revealing the toned body underneath.
At that moment, the sweat started to roll across his body and made him look like he was made out of water.
"Iron Style, Water Skin!"
Kasimir, who was trying to grab Kiernan's arm, suddenly felt his hold loosen as his hand just slid right off Kiernan's arm.
'He is slippery? What?'
Because of that, Kiernan quickly moved to his side, then elbowed Kasimir in the chest, freeing himself from his grappling hold, and immediately jumped back to his feet.
He escaped the mounted position!
Karuza High's supporters let out simultaneous sighs of relief and continued cheering.
"Huff…" Kiernan tossed his jersey off the ring, standing with his upper body naked, only having his shorts with black flower patterns on.
"Huh?" Jin rubbed his eyes. "What the hell was that? Kiernan used his sweat to make himself slippery? How is that even possible… Can anyone control their bodies to that extent? Also, he is only a sixteen-year-old kid…"
Kiernan advanced forward and whipped his leg at Kasimir, but from his kneeling position, he quickly raised his block and deflected the blow.
Kasimir jumped to his feet and put his palms, outstretched, in front of him.
'I don't know what the hell he did.' He thought with a frown. 'Is grappling the move? I wasn't expecting him to escape like that. I need to move on to the plan B.'
Kasimir clenched his hands into fists as he moved into a striking stance.
'Now it is striking?' Kiernan formed a fist with his right and advanced forward. 'What is his plan now?'
"Iron Style, Reigning Fallow!"
This time, Kiernan was able to unleash his punch.
With random trajectories, his punches came at Kasimir from all sorts of angles, immediately pushing him back with each strike.
Kasimir's hands moved, slapping and parrying some of the punches away, but most of the punches still landed across his face and body.
However, with his High Stage physique, his body was able to tank most of them, but still, the difference between them wasn't big enough for him to be able to ignore all the damage!
Thus, damage started to spread across his body like a fever!
They moved across the ring, and it surprised many to see Kiernan so dominantly controlling the fight!
Most of them expected Kasimir to be on the offense, as in the eyes of many, Kiernan was more of a defensive fighter!
"Kasimir, what are you doing?!"
"You were doing good at grappling, so why don't you try another takedown?!"
"Why are you just staying on the defensive, you fool!"
"You're higher-ranked than your opponent; overpower him!"
Ambrossa High's supporters sounded desperate and very frustrated.
"…" Kasimir's eyebrow twitched in irritation, and then, his right leg muscles twitched for a split second.
'Fine. Have a taste of my kicks!'
"Savage Style, Kick R' ave!"
The right leg swept across the ground and headed towards Kiernan's exposed left leg. This was one of Kasimir's trademark attacks and had been able to break legs more than once!
"Iron Style, Firefoot!"
With a sliding footwork, Kiernan circled around Kasimir, leaving behind afterimages that looked just like Kiernan, then arrived at his right flank, and then smashed his fist into Kasimir's side with a powerful blow.
"Ragh!" Kasimir coughed out blood and stumbled to the side with a heavily bruised side.
The pain spread throughout his body like a wildfire!
Kasimir coughed in pain and quickly distanced himself from Kiernan.
'I didn't think his footwork was so slick to be able to move to my flank like that!'
Again, Kiernan's ever-evolving fighting style caught him off guard. However, it still felt like that style was all the same.
He wasn't just using random techniques that he'd learned. It was all part of the same machine—the machine of Iron Style!
While he was a monster of adaptability, he'd been able to adapt against many powerful opponents and eventually overcome them.
However, when he thought he'd finally adapted to Kiernan, he realized he had only scratched the surface of what he was truly capable of.
'Yet, I can see the bottom of the endless ocean that is Kiernan Hunter. I can see it!'
With his sharp gaze, he noticed that Kiernan's legs were shaking, and his fists seemed shaky. It looked like he'd been injured by his own attacks!
'His body can't handle the burden of his own style. That is the ultimate weakness of Kiernan Hunter. I can adapt to him, and I will. I conquer it all!'
Within the depths of Kasimir's mind, the engines were roaring as his body continued to adapt to that of Iron Style.
Pushing the pain to the farthest corners of his mind, Kasimir stepped forward and licked the blood off his lips.
'I've adapted, and now I will conquer!'
He kicked off the ground and launched himself forward like a missile.
Enough of counterattacking!
It was time for offense!
"Savage Style, Raging Engine!"
With a large grin, his fists exploded off his body, smashing through the air and heading directly towards his opponent.
"Rendering Edge!" Kiernan smashed his foot on the ground, and with a scream, the side of his hand slammed against Kasimir's fist.
Raging Engine vs. Rendering Edge!