"Is that so?"
Kiernan said and saw Zachary huffing and puffing—the hatred in his eyes kept growing, and so did his strength.
He could feel it.
The power of his soul was almost at the middle stage already, and it was growing at an astronomical rate.
"If you let him advance, you'll never defeat him with your martial rank."
Imperius said.
"Yeah, I got that. I know what I will do."
Kiernan crouched, untied his shoes, and tossed them aside—he rubbed his feet and then stood up.
"What are you doing?"
Imperius asked.
"You'll see."
Kiernan said, pressed his right foot against the ground, and slid his left foot forward—he moved into a classic karate stance.
'Last time I tried the techniques of True Iron Style, my body got destroyed, but I am now a Martial Master, leagues above what I was back then.'
Kiernan looked at his right foot—it felt weird to be afraid of his own techniques—but he had to.
