Kazuma caught the man's kick with one hand, surprising his assailant. The bespectacled man paused for a moment, his eyes widening in astonishment.
"Wow, impressive. Not many people can withstand my attack," he murmured in amazement before his smile returned to his face.
However, he didn't give Kazuma any more time to react. With a swift motion, the man spun his body, unleashing a straight back kick from Tae Kwon Do, using his remaining leg to free himself from Kazuma's grip.
"Just kidding, right? This is just a warm-up, Kazuma!" the man shouted enthusiastically and immediately continued with a barrage of kicks from various martial arts techniques.
The man launched a high spinning kick, typical of Tae Kwon Do, which flew swiftly towards Kazuma. Kazuma quickly stepped back, feeling the strong wind from the kick. Before he could catch his breath, the man followed with a fan kick from Capoeira, making his body spin gracefully like a deadly dance, each movement aesthetically pleasing yet dangerous.
"Hey, Kazuma! Is this all you got? Come on, show some action!" he taunted while executing a half-moon move, a perfect crescent kick aiming at the side of Kazuma's head.
Despite taking several hits, Kazuma remained firmly standing. His body, as hard as steel, absorbed each impact with only slight backward movements. Blood began to flow more profusely from his nose and the corner of his lips, but it didn't affect him.
The man didn't stop. He switched techniques, this time using a Muay Thai roundhouse kick, a hard strike aimed at Kazuma's body. The combination continued with a Brazilian kick, a sudden swirling attack from the other direction, as if the tip of the man's shoe danced in the air, sweeping in all directions with precision.
"Why are you smiling... Don't tell me you're enjoying this?" the man teased with a taunting tone.
His movements remained agile and fast, almost impossible to see with the naked eye, always involving more techniques. He launched an axe kick, crashing down from a great height, attempting to break through Kazuma's defense.
Kazuma, instead of retreating, advanced a step, accepting the attack with his extraordinary body.
At this moment, Kazuma wasn't unable to fight back. It was just challenging because his opponent had a high battle IQ, giving Kazuma no chance to retaliate.
In truth, Kazuma felt no pain despite being struck by the man's attacks. Instead, he felt his body experiencing a strange pleasure.
This made Kazuma understand why the original owner of his abilities was so obsessed with fighting. With this peculiar body, it's no surprise anyone would enjoy it—even Kazuma couldn't resist.
Although his face was covered in blood, something disturbed his opponent—the attacks seemed to make Kazuma relish every moment. Every punch and kick he received only brought a faint smile to Kazuma's face, making the bespectacled man wonder.
"Oh, don't tell me... you're a masochist, huh? Instead of fighting back, you're grinning like that," the man said again, though inwardly he furrowed his brows.
Kazuma didn't respond to the taunts with words. With a resolute movement, he tore off his school uniform with an uncontainable fury, revealing the body hidden beneath. His muscles were large and perfectly sculpted—10-pack abs radiating exceptional strength. Kazuma's body resembled a combat machine created for confrontation.
The bespectacled man chuckled softly, almost admiring Kazuma's physique. "Hmm, so you have a trump card too, huh? But I'm not behind either, Kazuma. Let's see how long that body can withstand my attacks."
They stood facing each other, eyes locked in a tense silence. Despite Kazuma's bruised body, he ready to continue the battle.