Control of the Match

The celebrations on Kurogami High's side were brief and short-lived. It was because of one young man who was still yet to be defeated.

"It is your turn…"

Coach Jin's corner of lips twitched as he wanted to grin like a fool, but since he was a coach, he had to keep a calm facade.

"Alright."

Kiernan stood up and dropped his towel down to the bench.

When he stood up, an aura of oppression attacked Kurogami High like a dark storm cloud had descended upon them, quickly silencing the chatter and laughter.

'Well, they're fucked.'

Julian wryly smiled and leaned back on the bench to get comfortable for the impending fight.

"It is finally his turn! A young man who had yet to fight in a single match is finally taking the stage! I know for a fact that the entire nation has been waiting for this moment!"