After dozens of rounds, Jason Clark had not gained the slightest upper hand. This was the first time he had encountered such a situation. He had been in tough fights before, but when it came to these five basic martial techniques, no one had ever been able to suppress him.

This was truly a match between equals.

The gray figure gave him a very strange feeling; Jason Clark felt as if he were fighting himself. Every move he made, the gray figure seemed completely familiar with. Even when he used some unconventional attack methods, the gray figure always dodged them with ease.

The more Jason Clark fought, the more uncomfortable he felt.

There were several reasons why he was so good at fighting. One was his outstanding physical condition. Years of basic martial arts training had made his body extremely balanced—tall and well-proportioned, with explosive power, reflexes, and stamina all superior to the average person. Even compared to someone with a terrifying physique like Amory, Jason Clark was only slightly weaker in strength, but in agility, reflexes, and speed, he had a clear advantage.

Basic martial techniques hardly consumed any true energy; what mattered was physical prowess.

On the other hand, his basic martial techniques had been honed to perfection. Although basic techniques were only first-level and not very powerful, their movements were simple and fast. Near-perfect execution compressed the attack time to the limit. In the hands of someone with Jason Clark’s monstrous physical abilities, they were still quite formidable.

Besides that, although Jason Clark was simple-minded, he was extremely fierce and brave in a fight. Trading injury for injury was commonplace for him, and most students would lose their nerve before the fight even began.

These were the reasons he could dominate Ander, but all these advantages were completely lost in front of the gray figure. The gray figure’s strength and reflexes were in no way inferior to his, and his familiarity with the basic martial techniques was equally perfect. As for ferocity, the gray figure was tireless and knew no pain—he was even stronger than Jason Clark.

The two figures clashed and separated repeatedly, only to lunge at each other again. Both attacked at incredible speed—sometimes engaging in close-quarters combat in a tiny space, sometimes exchanging wide, powerful punches. Their footwork was astonishingly fast, the two moving in perfect sync.

Jason Clark’s angry shouts and low growls, mixed with the rapid sounds of fists and feet colliding, echoed without pause.

Huff... huff... huff...

Jason Clark panted heavily, glaring fiercely at the gray figure before him, forcing himself not to rub his fists—his hands had gone from aching to numb. More crucially, the fight was so intense that he could feel his stamina draining rapidly. The gray figure, however, showed no sign of fatigue.

Taking advantage of another head-on punch exchange, he pulled away from the gray figure, gaining a precious moment to catch his breath.

How to fight?

Jason Clark had long since thrown questions like what the gray figure actually was out of his mind. Now, his head was filled with only one question: how to defeat this damned opponent in front of him.

The gray figure did not advance, but his piercing gaze remained fixed coldly on Jason Clark. He showed no sign of tiredness, his whole body without a single flaw—utterly unassailable.

Defeat him!

As long as he could defeat him, he would learn the secret of the bronze medal...

It was as if a voice in his heart was shouting over and over. Jason Clark’s fists clenched involuntarily. Suddenly, he looked up, his gaze turning as sharp as a blade.

Five years—five whole years. Five years of hard training, wasn’t it all for the secret of the bronze medal?

The secret was right in front of him... as long as he could defeat him...

Sensing Jason Clark’s change, the gray figure took up a guarded stance.

Defeat him!

His clenched fists loosened slightly, then tightened again in a flash. Without warning, he pushed off with his feet, his body shooting forward like lightning as he lunged at the gray figure once more.

The gray figure remained unafraid, charging straight to meet him.

[Thrust Punch] versus [Thrust Punch]...

The two began a new round of grappling, with little finesse—both their moves were crisp and direct, speed against speed. Jason Clark broke from his usual style, taking the initiative to attack, as if his whole body were filled with power.

Speed against speed, heavy punch against heavy punch—the boy’s eyes burned with flames.

Suddenly, the flames flickered.

A killing move, [Reverse Fist Kill].

Leaping into the air, Jason Clark twisted his body into a bizarre angle, let out a fierce shout, and unleashed his punch, all his stored power exploding in an instant.

Almost simultaneously, the gray figure also leapt up, using the same [Reverse Fist Kill].

Two power-packed fists, like two roaring meteors, were about to collide head-on.

As expected... exactly as I thought...

A sly, triumphant smile suddenly appeared at the corner of Jason Clark’s mouth.

Just as I thought...

Right before the fists collided, Jason Clark suddenly shifted his fist, instantly turning it into a palm and placing it on the gray figure’s fist. His right arm suddenly became supple, like an old vine, wrapping around the gray figure’s fist.

Both moved at incredible speed, their forward momentum immense. With this wrap and pull, both figures lost their balance in midair.

Jason Clark’s body also lost balance, but he was prepared. With a grunt, he exhaled forcefully, refusing to let go of the gray figure’s hand. Powerful core strength erupted from his waist and abdomen.

Using his body as an axis, the gray figure was swung around by Jason Clark like a sandbag.

“Ho ho ho ho!”

Jason Clark’s face twisted with ferocity, his mouth emitting beast-like roars. Channeling all his strength, he slammed the gray figure hard into the ground.

Boom!

The ground trembled, and dust flew everywhere.