The Transforming X Fist Technique

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"Oh~ Martial arts?"

Originally disinterested, Ilumi glanced up at the opponent upon hearing this. The man's lips curled into a confident smirk.

"A self-assured smile."

"Interesting."

"What school do you belong to?" Ilumi asked with slight curiosity.

"Hmph, only realizing my strength now?"

Kriman's expression was arrogant as he bumped his fists together in front of his chest. His left hand rose, palm forward in a defensive stance, while his right hand clenched into a fist, ready to strike at any moment.

"It's too late for that. As for my school, someone like you doesn't deserve to know."

"That stance... it's Teai-do, isn't it?"

Ilumi observed the opponent's posture, which was clearly the result of years of practice—almost flawless.

"Oh~? I didn't expect someone your age to recognize this style."

Kriman was slightly surprised. This martial art was something he had learned while wandering abroad, and very few people internationally could identify it.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Kriman, born in the north, has trained in martial arts since childhood!"

At this moment, the announcer began explaining the origins of this martial art to the live audience.

"The style that Kriman is using now is a popular martial art from a certain island nation in the east—it's called Teai-do!"

"Are you ready?"

As the announcer spoke, the referee stood between the two fighters, confirming their readiness. Ilumi remained expressionless, while Kriman exuded confidence. The referee's raised hand swung down suddenly.

"Begin!"

"Hmph~"

The instant the referee's hand dropped, Kriman let out a cold snort. He stepped forward with his left foot and unleashed a powerful punch with his right fist.

"Whoosh…"

Ilumi remained emotionless, twisting his body slightly to the left and effortlessly dodging the attack.

"Not done yet!"

As Ilumi evaded, Kriman roared and lifted his right leg high, bringing it crashing down toward Ilumi's shoulder.

"Bang!"

His foot struck the ground with a heavy thud.

Kriman's eyes widened as he looked up, only to realize that Ilumi had somehow moved behind him without him noticing.

"This is your martial art?"

"How is it any different from ordinary fighting styles?"

A smirk appeared on Ilumi's face as he mocked Kriman, eager to see the martial arts Kriman had boasted about.

"You've only dodged two attacks—don't get cocky."

Kriman's expression turned serious. His Teai-do was taught to him by a master known as the ["One-Hit Kill"] expert in Teai-do. Against an ordinary opponent, his first punch should have been enough to finish them off.

"This kid… he's no ordinary fighter."

But the boy standing before him had not only dodged the first attack but also the second.

With this thought in mind, Kriman shifted his stance, forming fists with both hands and holding them one in front of the other at chest level.

"Step!"

Kriman stomped the ground and charged at Ilumi, throwing punch after punch toward his head. The strikes created sharp "whooshing" sounds as they cut through the air.

"Too slow."

Ilumi simply smiled faintly and retreated steadily, as if foreseeing every move. He had already prepared evasive actions even before Kriman threw his punches.

"Heh…"

In the middle of his assault, Kriman suddenly grinned, retracting his punching hands.

Ilumi's eyes narrowed, and his left arm shot up to guard in front of him.

"Bang!"

Kriman leapt into the air, kicking Ilumi's left arm with force, sending up a cloud of dust.

"Bang, bang, bang…!"

Following this, Kriman unleashed a flurry of continuous kicks. Ilumi raised both arms in front of him to block, and Kriman's kicks landed repeatedly, slowly pushing him backward.

"This won't work."

Kriman watched Ilumi's composed demeanor and felt a pang of anxiety.

To an untrained eye, Kriman seemed to be dominating the fight.

But in reality, every single one of his attacks had been flawlessly blocked by Ilumi.

"Hah!"

Suddenly, Kriman let out a sharp shout and changed his approach.

After landing his feet, he stopped kicking and instead stepped forward, unleashing another punch toward Ilumi.

"Boom!"

This time, Ilumi didn't dodge. Instead, he firmly blocked Kriman's punch with his open palm.

"Thud, thud, thud…!"

Kriman launched a rapid barrage of punches, but each one was caught and stopped by Ilumi's steady palms.

Their limbs moved so quickly that they left trails of afterimages.

The arena was filled with swirling clouds of dust kicked up by their battle, forcing the referee to retreat to the edge of the ring to avoid being accidentally injured.

"Wow~ Incredible, incredible~!!"

"Kriman is relentlessly attacking—elbows, knees, kicks, aerial kicks, and flying combinations!"

"Ilumi's defense is impenetrable! No matter what style Kriman uses, he can't break through Ilumi's guard!"

"Are these two warriors gods of combat~!!?"

The announcer's passionate voice echoed throughout the arena, igniting the audience's excitement.

"Incredible! Both of them are amazing!"

"Keep going, keep attacking, Kriman!"

"Come on, hang in there, Ilumi!"

The spectators went wild, their blood pumping as they watched the brutal exchanges. Many, flushed with excitement, shed their jackets and cheered wildly.

"Eight-Arm Boxing?"

Ilumi suddenly spoke while defending, causing Kriman's eyebrows to furrow.

That's right—what Kriman was using now was the infamous Eight-Arm Boxing, a style that utilized two legs, two fists, two elbows, and two knees as eight weapons of attack.

Originating from a small southeastern country and popular worldwide, this martial art was often hailed as the ultimate striking technique.

"Hmph!"

Kriman snorted coldly, spun rapidly, and leapt into the air, delivering a flying kick aimed at Ilumi's temple.

"Swish!"

Ilumi leaned his head back, but a thin scratch still appeared on his skin, with droplets of blood seeping out.

"Whoa~"

Kriman, having successfully landed a hit, opened his mouth in an "O" shape and let out a triumphant sound. He struck a pose familiar to Ilumi.

Ilumi's eyes narrowed, and he took the initiative to attack.

Kriman stomped his foot and charged at Ilumi.

"Hah! Hah!"

Continuous shouts erupted from Kriman as he completely abandoned his previous style, no longer bound by form.

Punches, kicks, claw strikes, and straight blows—all four types of attacks flowed seamlessly, targeting various vital points on Ilumi's body.

"Adaa~!"

A straight kick from Kriman struck Ilumi's abdomen, sending him flying backward with a loud "boom."

"Whoa~"

Kriman paused where he stood, his mouth forming another "O" shape as he let out an odd cheer.

At the critical moment, Ilumi crossed his arms over his abdomen, blocking Kriman's kick. Just as he was about to be knocked out of the ring, he pushed off with his legs and forced himself to stop at the edge of the platform.

"Jeet Kune Do!?"

Standing at the edge of the ring, Ilumi's eyes widened in surprise. That stance, that habit—it was unmistakably the likeness of Bruce Lee, the legendary martial arts master from his past life.