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"Oh~ Martial Arts?"
Illumi, who was originally uninterested, raised his head slightly upon hearing this, scrutinizing the opponent whose lips curled into an utterly confident smile.
"A confident smile."
"Interesting."
"What school are you from?"
Illumi asked with a touch of interest.
"Hehe, so you finally realize how formidable I am?"
Clément assumed an arrogant expression, clenching his fists together in front of his chest. His left hand was held open, palm forward, in a defensive stance, while his right hand was clenched into a fist, ready to attack at any moment.
"It's too late now. As for my school, a brat like you isn't worthy of knowing."
"That stance of yours, is that Goju-ryu Karate?"
Illumi observed his posture; it was indeed a stance that could only be achieved through years of diligent practice, almost without flaws.
"Oh~ I didn't expect a brat your age to recognize this fist style."
Clément felt a bit surprised. He had learned this fist style during his travels, and internationally, very few people recognized it.
"Ladies and gentlemen, our contestant Clément, born in the North, has been practicing a fist style since childhood."
At this moment, the commentator began to explain the origin of this fist style to the audience.
"The style Clément is currently using is a popular fist style from a certain island nation in the East, called Goju-ryu Karate!"
"Ready? OK?"
While the commentator was speaking, the referee stood between the two, confirming the fighters' readiness.
Illumi was expressionless, Clément was full of confidence, and the referee's raised right hand suddenly swung down.
"Match start!"
"Hmph~"
As soon as the referee lowered his arm, Clément snorted coldly, taking a step forward with his left foot and powerfully swinging out his right fist, which had been drawn back to his chest.
"Shhh..."
Illumi remained expressionless, twisting his foot slightly and shifting his body to the left, easily dodging the opponent's attack.
"It's not over yet!"
As Illumi dodged his attack, the opponent roared, raising his right leg high and smashing it down towards Illumi's shoulder.
"Bang!"
His foot stomped on the ground, creating a dull, resonating thud.
Clément's eyes widened, and he looked up, realizing that Illumi had somehow moved behind him.
"Is this your Martial Arts?"
"How is it different from ordinary fist styles?"
Illumi's lips curled up as he taunted Clément, eager to see the Martial Arts he spoke of.
"You only dodged two moves, don't get too carried away."
Clément's expression became serious. His Goju-ryu Karate, if it were an ordinary person, would have been a one-hit kill with that first punch.
Because his Goju-ryu Karate was learned from the master famously known as the "One-Hit Kill" Goju-ryu Karate master.
"This brat is not simple."
But this brat standing before him had not only dodged the first move but also the second.
Thinking this, Clément changed his stance, clenching both hands into fists and holding them one in front of the other at his chest.
"Thump!"
Clément stomped his foot on the ground, charging fiercely towards Illumi, throwing punch after punch at his head, creating "swish, swish, swish" sounds as they cut through the air.
"Too slow."
But Illumi merely smiled faintly, slowly retreating. It was as if he had precognition, always anticipating Clément's punches and executing evasive maneuvers.
"Heh..."
Clément, who was mid-punch, suddenly smirked and pulled back his fists.
Illumi's eyes narrowed, and his left arm quickly shot up to block in front of him.
"Bang!"
A kick soared into the air, striking Illumi's left arm and stirring up a cloud of dust.
"Bang bang bang...!"
Following that were Clément's continuous kicks. Illumi held both arms up in front of him, defending. Clément kicked repeatedly, causing Illumi's body to slowly slide backward.
"This won't do."
Clément's heart tightened as he watched Illumi's leisurely demeanor.
To an outsider, Clément seemed to have the upper hand.
But in reality, every one of his attacks was perfectly defended by Illumi.
"Hah!"
Suddenly, Clément let out a soft yell, changing his fighting style.
After landing on both feet, he stopped kicking and instead stepped forward, once again throwing a punch at Illumi.
"Bang!"
But this time, Illumi didn't dodge, instead firmly blocking the punch with his palm.
"Thump thump thump...!"
Clément threw a continuous barrage of quick punches, but each one was steadily caught by Illumi's open palm.
Clément and Illumi's hands and feet moved rapidly, leaving behind streaks of afterimages.
The ring itself was stirred up with clouds of dust from their battle, forcing the referee to retreat to the edge of the ring to avoid being caught in the crossfire.
"Oh Sugoi, sugoi!!"
"Contestant Clément relentlessly attacks! Elbow strikes! Knee strikes! Kicks! Aerial kicks! Chain flying kicks!"
"Contestant Illumi's defense is watertight! No matter what fist style Clément uses, he cannot break through Contestant Illumi's defense!"
"Are these two, Gods of War~!!"
The commentator's passionate voice echoed throughout the arena, resonating in every corner and igniting the audience's enthusiasm.
"Amazing! Both are incredible!"
"Keep going, keep attacking, Clément!"
"Come on, hang in there, Illumi!"
The audience in the stands cheered wildly, the visceral impact of the punches and kicks thrilling them. Many were flushed and enthusiastically taking off their outer garments and jumping with joy.
"Eight-Limbed Boxing?"
Illumi, while defending, suddenly spoke, causing Clément's brows to furrow.
That's right, what Clément was currently using was indeed Eight-Limbed Boxing, famous for its ferocity, using both legs, fists, elbows, and knees as eight weapons to attack.
This fist style, originating from a small Southeast Asian country and popular worldwide, has always been known as the strongest striking martial art.
"Hmph!"
Clément immediately snorted coldly, then quickly spun around and leaped into the air, delivering a flying kick towards Illumi's temple.
"Swish!"
Illumi tilted his head back, but a tiny scratch was still left, with thin trickles of blood seeping out.
"Hoho~~"
Clément, whose attack had landed, opened his mouth into an O-shape, letting out an "oh" sound, striking a pose familiar to Illumi.
Illumi's eyes narrowed, and he initiated an attack.
Clément stomped his foot and charged towards Illumi.
"Ha! Ha!"
Clément continuously let out shouts, abandoning his previous style, no longer confined by form.
Punches, kicks, claw attacks, straight punches—four types of attacks, freely transforming, continuously targeting Illumi's vital points.
"A-tah~!"
Clément delivered a straight kick to Illumi's abdomen, sending him flying backward with a "bang!"
"Hoho~~"
Clément stopped in place, his mouth again forming an O-shape, letting out a strange cry.
At the crucial moment, Illumi crossed his arms over his abdomen, blocking Clément's straight kick. Just as he was about to fly out of the ring, he exerted force with his legs, forcefully stopping himself at the edge of the ring.
"Jeet Kune Do!?"
Illumi, standing at the edge of the ring, showed a surprised expression. That posture, and that habit, were exactly like the martial arts master from his previous life, Bruce Lee.