Martial Arts Worlds

"Wohoo!"

"Yeahh!"

Loud cheering came from the arena as even the foundation of the arena was shaking like a mini earthquake had hit.

"Sheesh…"

Kiernan looked at the floor and the ceiling that was shaking.

The television even almost fell off the wall.

It was because currently the second semifinal was happening to decide his opponent in the final, and it was getting quite crazy over there.

'I happened to witness the Bad Motherfucker's strength with my own eyes through a recorded video, and I must say…

'He definitely has the power to sink this whole city in the ocean if he so desires. I must say that this arena's security system is top-notch because if it weren't, we would all be in serious danger right now.'

This security system was crafted by the world's smartest man, who had revolutionized the world with his creations.

Security systems, transportation, and communication devices were all part of his portfolio. He even had a hand in the creation of the Infinite Dojo.

At that moment, the cheering of the audience reached a deafening crescendo, echoing through the entire arena.

With another small earthquake, the match was decided as Kiernan heard the sound of the "Bad Motherfucker" chant.

'I guess I will be meeting him in the finals. He will be a worthy opponent.'

Kiernan closed his eyes and entered an extreme state of focus.

All useless thoughts disappeared from his mind, and he entered his very own silent world of no distractions.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but when he opened his eyes again, the door before him was opening.

The final match was starting.

"Rock N' Roll."

Kiernan cracked his knuckles and stepped through the door to the thunderous applause by the crowd.

"Kiernan! Kiernan! Kiernan! Kiernan! Kiernan!"

The audience chanted his name, and his students were desperately cheering for him to drown out any other noise.

In the livestreams, his fans from the New Rakuya filled the chats with messages of love and support.

At that moment, the door at the other end of the arena swung open, and in walked his opponent with a gigantic grin on his face.

Bad Motherfucker was a dark-skinned man with sharp facial features and black dreadlocks that reached down to his waist.

Tattoos of unknown origin covered his arms and chest. In the back, there was a massive scar running from his shoulder to his hip.

It seemed like once in his life someone attacked him from the back with a sword and caused a rather devastating injury.

However, it looked like he survived it. Otherwise, he wouldn't be here, standing and grinning like a madman.

"BM! BM! BM! BM!"

This time around, the cheering was almost deafening, with people screaming his name at the top of their lungs.

He had a very loyal fan base, as while he was reigning champion of the tournament, he was also a fighter in the World Fighting League.

World Fighting League was separated into three leagues—King, Legend, and Emperor stages—he was part of the King League, fighting for Berserk Grind.

"Yeahhhhhh!"

Bad Motherfucker raised his tattooed arm high, hyping up the crowd, and then turned back to Kiernan with a grin.

He was definitely a showman.

At that moment, before them, the arena for the finals appeared, and it was a sight to behold.

A tiled floor stretched before them, and old-looking Greek pillars of marble lined the perimeter with intricate carvings of mythical creatures etched into the stone.

It was a very open arena with no roof, allowing the sunlight to pour in and illuminate the entire space.

In that moment, statues appeared on top of the stones. It was statues of the former champions of the King of the Martial Tournament.

One of the statues was Bad Motherfucker himself.

He was either going to get a second statue added, or a new champion would be crowned and added to the collection of the greats.

"READY?"

A booming voice asked.

"LET'S GO!"

Bad Motherfucker screamed, and his muscles rippled like waves. His body felt impatient, as if he already wanted to fight.

He was tired of waiting.

"Yes."

Kiernan took the Iron Style's defensive stance with a serious look on his face.

"FIGHT!"

BOOM!

Bad Motherfucker launched through the air, and when he formed a fist with his right, it felt like the world quieted down.

[Name: Bad Motherfucker]

[Rank: High Stage Martial King]

[HP: 1000]

He already had one foot inside the Martial Legend stage, and he was a user of extremely powerful Martial Ability.

With his Martial Ability, he managed to become an important prospect of Berserk Grind, one of the greatest World Fighting League teams in the world.

His power was Physical Type.

It had a single name—Crush.

Bad Motherfucker unclenched his fist, turned it into a palm, and then pushed it through the air towards Kiernan.

"Mastered Iron Style, Iron Smash!"

Kiernan matched his attack with his own fist.

The palm and the fist collided with a thunderous impact. The tiles below Kiernan's feet exploded, and a shockwave rippled through the arena.

In that moment, Bad Motherfucker's Crush power was unleashed in full force, and it hit Kiernan directly.

A circular wave of concentrated energy crashed into Kiernan. It was bright with a white light, and everything around Kiernan seemed to warp and distort in its wake.

"Urgh!"

Kiernan smashed into the ground, his skin starting to peel and crack under the intense pressure.

It was much heavier than twenty times the gravity of the Lower Halls, and instead felt like the world around him was wrapping its arms around him to hug with the intent to crush him like a tin can.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaah!"

His scream echoed through the arena as he struggled to breathe under the overwhelming pressure.

In that moment, the attack ended, and the crushing pressure disappeared as quickly as it initially appeared.

"You survived that? Not bad!"

Bad Motherfucker lunged at him, reeled back his arm, and then thrust his palm straight back at him with the Crushing power gathering around his palm.

In that moment, Kiernan caught the palm with his black smoking hand, and the forces of the darkness and Crush collided like two titanic waves crashing together.

The circular wave of concentrated energy tried to break through, but the gravity of the darkness was pushing it back with all its might.

"Ah?"

Bad Motherfucker's round eyes widened.

"Mastered Iron Style, Reversal Darkness!"

The circular wave of concentrated energy was abruptly reversed, engulfing Crush in darkness, and sent Bad Motherfucker flying through the air with a bloody mouth.

"Huff… Huff…"

Kiernan breathed heavily.

With just a few moments, he was completely spent, and there was nothing left in his tanks. It was the first time for him.

He had never been this exhausted so quickly in the match, and instead of it scaring him, it just made him exhausted.

"Haha… Good… Finally a proper match!"