Martial Arts World, World Seas.
A small fishing boat was rocking back and forth in the unstable waters of the World Seas.
However, with the help of the Sea Steps, the fishern were able to stay on their fleet, and currently, they were taking so pictures.
Click! Click! Click!
Their portable caras were capturing the sight of the Dead World’s cliffs.
Since the disappearance of the strange mist that had been hiding Dead World for a very long ti now, Dead World’s land had beco visible to the outside world for the first ti in millennia.
"...What an amazing view."
"...To think that there is actually another civilization living over there. I cannot believe it."
The fishern spoke among themselves.
They weren’t the only boat around, and there were actually hundreds of ships recording and taking pictures of Dead World.
Most of them were using nearby Rotaker Island as their base for exploration, where they got more supplies and rested between expeditions.
The news about Kiernan Hunter’s experiences in Dead World had beco public.
It had now co to the public’s knowledge that Dead World wasn’t as toxic as so people thought, and while it was a place plagued by Magical Beasts, they weren’t the ones killing previous expedition parties.
There was actually a hostile civilization living there.
The families of deceased expedition parties finally got the closure that they had so desperately needed.
"...I wonder what the governnt is planning to do over there."
"...Maybe invade it and take it back to humans? That hostile civilization is hostile towards humans, so having them so close to our human race is dangerous!"
"...Dead World originally belonged to us either way. We should just go there and kill them all. In my opinion, they had already started war by killing an innocent group of humans!"
The fear that rcedes had been spreading among Red Ones was that if humans found out about them, they would invade and try to kill them.
It was very far-fetched and crazy, but the Red Ones believed her because rcedes made humans look like demons.
In the end, those things ca true, as most of the humans wanted to destroy them now.
However.
It was because they were also afraid, and if the Red Ones didn’t start killing them first, they could’ve easily gotten along.
Now, it was too late.
rcedes didn’t want peace. The war was what she wanted. And she was very much going to get it.
"...Huh? Is soone coming from Dead World?"
One of the fishern said in surprise as he was able to see with the help of the zoom option in the cara that a small boat was coming from Dead World.
The person sitting on the boat was using the oar to row towards them.
"...Who is that?"
"...Did soone crazy really go all the way to Dead World? Didn’t the governnt forbid that since it was so dangerous?"
"...So people really are just crazy."
The fishern said.
In that mont, the person tipped his wide-brimd hat and revealed his blind eyes and short silver hair.
He was wearing a full-body black cloak and had a sword dangling from his waist.
"...A welcoming committee? Heh."
tsudo smiled, and he then stood up on the boat.
He tapped his feet on the boat. He suddenly teleported and appeared on the deck of one of the fishing boats.
"Ah!"
"Who the hell are you?!"
"How did you get here?!"
The fishern pointed their tridents and hooks at the person.
tsudo looked just like them. A human. He didn’t have the sa red skin as the others of his race.
Yet, the fishern could tell that sothing was eerily wrong about him.
"I want Kiernan Hunter."
tsudo said with a smirk, and he only tapped his finger on the hilt of his sword, and suddenly the heads of the fishern rolled to the ground.
They all died instantly.
"...Ah... Ah... Ah..."
At the deck of one of the nearby boats, a frightened-looking young man happened to just look over there with a spyglass.
He saw everything that happened.
"M-Murder... Murder... MURDER!"
"Shh..."
At that mont, tsudo appeared right in front of him in less ti than it took him to blink his eyes.
"...Gulp!"
The young man looked frightened and gulped.
In that mont, tsudo tapped his finger on the hilt of his sword, and everyone’s heads again rolled off their shoulders.
"Hehe~"
...
Heavens, the Feast Hall.
"Co on!"
"You can do it!"
"FIGHT HARDER!"
The fights went on in the Battle of the Champions, and gods kept devouring their food like gluttonous beasts.
The goddesses were more graceful in that departnt, and they weren’t acting like other gods were—like pigs.
The rounds flew by.
Prisoner’s fights ended just like the first one. In dominant fashion. He still hadn’t revealed his arms from the bonds of the straitjacket.
anwhile, Kiernan cruised through his opponents with just the help of his martial arts.
He didn’t need to use his Martial Ability. Nor Flow State. Nor any of the Supermoves of the Iron Style.
All he relied on were the basic techniques, and that was more than enough for him to crush everyone under his fist.
And with the night turning ever so deeper, the final match of the A-Block of the Battle of the Champions concluded.
One of the finalists of the Battle of the Champion was already clear, but there was one more final left to decide the other one.
The final of the B-Block.
Prisoner vs. Kiernan Hunter.
"..."
The gods and goddesses quieted down.
The tension grew significantly in the Feast Hall, as this was the fight that everyone had been waiting for.
It was basically Kiernan going against Death!
"...You better win."
Death whispered to his champion.
"I will. I don’t want to go back to that prison cell ever again."
Prisoner said with a serious look and slowly made his way to the stage, but even now, he again put the straitjacket on.
He bound his arms!
"...Good luck."
The Fair One said with a nervous tone.
This was easily the hardest match so far, and even if Kiernan won, he wouldn’t be able to get through this match without severe injuries.
They all agree that Prisoner was extrely strong, and no one had seen even a glimpse of his true strength yet.
However.
So was Kiernan.
He hadn’t shown his full potential either.
"I don’t need luck."
Kiernan stood up, made his way to the stage, and faced Prisoner with a tight-lipped look, as he wasn’t going to smile.
Everyone looked at them nervously.
"...What realm are you from?"
Kiernan asked curiously.
"I don’t rember. I’ve been trapped in Hell for so long that I don’t rember any of that. I’ve been in Hell longer than most realms have existed."
Prisoner said.
"Is it bad over there?"
Kiernan asked.
"...the worst thing you could imagine. And then so. You’ll get to experience it soon enough, and knowing Death, what you’ll experience will be even worse than mine."
Prisoner said.
"I better not die then."
Kiernan moved to his Iron Style stance.
However, every god and goddess had strange expressions on their faces as they noticed sothing odd.
They had kept a good eye on Kiernan, and so far, he had always used the sa defensive stance since the beginning of the tournant.
Now.
He was using the offensive stance!
"..."
Kiernan’s eyes looked serious.
If anybody from his dojo saw him use the offensive stance, they would be even more shocked than them.
They knew that Kiernan didn’t like using an offensive stance that much to start his fights, as he preferred defense.
However, there was a reason why he was doing this.
He wanted to get this stupid tournant out of the way and get back to Aoi and Ellie as soon as possible.
He couldn’t see them for ten years, and then he was pulled into this tournant.
With an offensive stance, he was going straight to offense and was going to crush his opponent as soon as possible.
"Are the two of you ready?"
The winged angel asked.
"Yes."
Kiernan said.
"...Yeah."
Prisoner said.
With that, the winged angel’s arm slowly ca down, and from his mouth, a shout ca.
"FIGHT!"
Void Step! Iron Smash!
In that mont, Kiernan appeared in front of the Prisoner, and punched straight into his bound arms.
Prisoner was basically blocking the punch with his bound arms, but in that mont, his straitjacket got ripped apart by the force of the punch.
"...Ah?"
Prisoner’s arms got freed.
’He wanted to free my arms? Is he saying, ’You’re going to need those arms to fight , or you’re going to regret it?’ How confident of him...’
Prisoner narrowed his eyes, and then he smiled and whispered, "Fine," and he reeled back his fist in preparation to punch.
"...He is going to punch!"
"...At last!"
He punched forward, and Kiernan t his punch with his Iron Smash, and the two fists collided in the middle in a burst of energy.
Boooooooooooooooooooom!
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