"…"

In silence, Lumian walked out of the ring and turned around to see the medics take away Jock in a stretcher, followed by Cleo.

Their match had officially ended in disqualification by Cleo and Jock.

The official winners were Lumian and Della.

It was against the rule for Cleo to enter the ring, but she couldn't just stand by and keep watching what was going on.

"…You alright?"

Della asked with a slight hesitation.

That Lumian who just fought Jock was not the same Lumian that she had known all these years.

It was pretty scary to her.

"I am not."

Lumian said, and lowered his head in shame.

He couldn't understand what came over him and why he did something like that. It was so uncharacteristic of him.

…

In the infirmary.

The medics put Jock on heavy medication, put him to sleep, and watched his condition closely from the monitors.

After seeing that he was very stable, they nodded and headed out to keep an eye on the upcoming matches.

"…"

Cleo watched the sleeping Jock with a pain in her eyes and then walked to a sink to get some water from him.

He might be thirsty once he wakes up, so she wanted him to have a drink at the ready.

However, when she turned around with a cup of water in hand, she froze as she saw an unfamiliar hooded figure standing beside Jock's bed.

He was making Jock drink something from a bottle.

"W-Who are you?"

Cleo asked.

"…Just making sure that my disciple is resting well."

KIernan said, and with a wave of his hand, made the empty bottle of Elixir of the Swift Recovery vanish from his hand.

"Disciple…? You are…"

Cleo's eyes shot open in shock, and she didn't know what to say.

With that said, Kiernan turned around, walked past the shocked-looking Cleo, and left the infirmary with his hands inside his pockets.

The hood was hiding his face really well, but if anyone could see his face, they would see his cold eyes.

'This is something that can happen to my disciples. Deaths happen all the time in the field of martial arts. It is very common.

'I've read so much about young martial artists dying in tournaments. It is very common in this world. I haven't come across that luckily just yet, but it is one of the reasons why I also take tournaments carefully.

'I do not seek to kill those who are barely out of the martial arts womb.

'What happened to Jock… I do feel responsible. I should've taught him better. I should've helped him to avoid this.

'I have failed.'

Kiernan gritted his teeth angrily.

In that moment, he saw a familiar figure walking down from the hallway. His steps were slow and hesitant.

It was Lumian, looking like he also wanted to go check on Jock at the infirmary but was hesitant in case they didn't want to see him there.

At that moment, Lumian's eyes landed on the hooded figure, and he didn't pay attention to him at first but then noticed that the figure's frame was something else.

The hoodie, while baggy, couldn't hide his perfect body of strength, which was made for martial arts. He realized that this was no ordinary stranger.

"…Sir."

Lumian nodded while passing by.

"…You have some problems."

Kiernan said, stopping walking as soon as Lumian walked past him, and when he heard that, he also stopped.

"W-What?"

Lumian looked at him in surprise.

"Losing control like that in the match. The uncontrollable rage that you showed. You have some problems that you clearly haven't dealt with properly."

Kiernan said.

"…I don't know who you are, but you don't know me. I do feel sorry for what happened in the match, and it will not happen again."

Lumian said.

"Hmm…."

In that moment, Kiernan pulled down his hood, showing his handsome face to Lumian, and his eyes popped open like never before.

"Y-You…"

"Take this as a piece of advice. I have seen people like you—Uncontrollable Demons—and the longer you ignore the truth, the more dangerous you become.

"You cannot stop what you are.

"In the future, it will only get worse."

Kiernan said.

"W-what do you mean? Uncontrollable Demons? I don't understand what you are saying!"

Lumian said, a hint of panic in his voice.

He was feeling many kinds of emotions—he was finally meeting his idol Kiernan, but also his warning really bothered him.

"Uncontrollable Demons are children of unparalleled desires and power. They cannot control that unstoppable bloodlust they are feeling, and most of them will end up becoming mass-murdering lunatics."

Kiernan said.

"…And I am this Uncontrollable Demon? How can you tell? You do not know anything about me."

Lumian asked with a frown.

"…Because I was just like you. Uncontrollable Demon. If you want someone to help you control those urges, come to meet me at Martial Redemption dojo."

Kiernan pulled his hood back up, turned his back on Lumian and walked away.

"…Ah."

Lumian let out a gasp.

He reached his hand towards where Kiernan went, wanting to call him back, but in the end, he lowered his hand.

'…Uncontrollable Demon.'

…

"Mmh…"

Deep in the night, Jock's eyes shot open, and he looked around himself. He was lying on the hospital bed.

The familiar-looking infirmary was all around him.

He had been here for a couple of times before.

It was really dark as the curtains were drawn, and he seemed to be all alone here as everyone had already left.

At that moment, Jock remembered everything that led to this moment and thought that he would be in an insane amount of pain.

However, there was no pain. He was feeling light, like he was floating on clouds, and it was honestly pretty amazing feeling.

'These meds are really good…'

Jock thought as he saw the liquid drip into his IV line.

He then sat up, scratching his hair, and looked at his right leg, which was broken just earlier today, but it was already fully healed!

With a tender touch, he rubbed his knee and let out a deep sigh.

"I lost… I wanted to win… I want to win."

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