"Huff! Huff! Huff!"

In the cold cell, Kiernan practiced some of Iron Style's moves to keep himself warm so that he wouldn't completely freeze over.

He needed to be warmed up when he was starting his prison break…

The rest of the prisoners were also moving about so they wouldn't freeze like a popsicle, as some of them had already lost a couple of body parts because of frostbite.

"FUCK! I HATE THIS FLOOR!"

Someone shouted.

"The seventh floor is the volcano floor. I would rather be a Martial Grandmaster so I would be there instead!

"This cold sucks!"

"I know being somewhere warm would feel like a paradise now, but imagine being scorched hot every day. I wouldn't say that would be any better than being cold!"

A reasonable-sounding older fellow said.

"Yeah. At least you can do something about the cold, but there is nothing you can do about the seventh floor's heat. It's not like you can get air conditioning over there!"

Kiernan stopped throwing punches, walked to the cold iron bars, and looked around the cold floor.

"Does any guard ever come here?"

He asked.

"Nah. They don't like our company."

"Do we never get out of these cells?"

Kiernan asked.

"We do. These cells also work electronically, so they can open these with just a press of a button. They sometimes let us out for exercise!"

Beep! Beep! Beep!

"Speaking of the devil!"

At that moment, the cold cell doors slid open with a loud creak, and everyone stumbled out into the freezing blizzard.

Crack! Crack!

Kiernan cracked his knuckles and, with arms crossed, walked about on the icy floor, his breath visible in the frigid air.

The blue-skinned prisoners walked about to shake off the cold.

It helped that their physiques were above that of humans. Without that, it would be impossible to survive over here.

Still, people died all the time in these freezing temperatures, especially if you had to be in this inhospitable place for years on end.

In that moment, Kiernan bumped shoulders with a tall bald man, whose face was scarred from the harsh conditions.

His left arm looked stiff, as if it was covered in an ice layer, and it was clear that arm was dead by now.

"Watch where you are going, bitch!"

The man screamed.

"Who do you think you are talking to? Know your place."

Kiernan said coldly.

"Hahahaha!"

The man roared in laughter and pointed at himself with his thumb.

"I am the Nine King Slayer. You know how I got that name? I have killed nine Martial Kings, and I don't mind making that ten, you bitch!"

"Fuck you."

Kiernan flipped a bird straight at his face, and the rest of the prisoners let out a long "oooh" sound.

"Ten it is!"

Nine King Slayer loaded his punch and threw a powerful blow towards Kiernan's face. The fist was the size of his face.

With one blow, his head would easily get blown right off his shoulders.

Kiernan opened his fingers, dodged the punch, and flashed through him like a phantom ghost, but his fingers were spread like claws.

When he appeared behind Nine King Slayer, his fingers were stained in blood for some reason.

"Mastered Iron Style…"

"King Lion Scratch!"

SPURT!

Nine King Slayer's chest exploded with a fountain of crimson blood. The blood quickly froze in the air.

"Ah…"

He dropped on one knee, and the prisoners gasped in surprise.

Then, Kiernan pulled back his head and punched him in the nose, breaking it, and then kneed him in the chest, breaking several ribs in the process.

"Ptui!"

Nine King Slayer coughed up blood.

Kiernan looked coldly around the floor and looked at the cameras, but he didn't receive the response that he wanted.

'That wasn't enough? Oh, well, what about this?'

He picked up Nine King Slayer effortlessly and threw him at the rest of the prisoners, who scurried out of the way.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

"Why did you throw him at us?"

With a smirk, Kiernan lunged at him, and his punches flew like missiles at them—a storm of punches.

"Mastered Iron Style, Iron Smash Storm!"

They fought back, but those punches came with such speed and strength that they kept landing like a relentless barrage of hammer blows.

With the collars negating everyone's strength, the strongest would be the one with the strongest martial arts prowess.

In the whole world, there weren't many people that could match Kiernan in martial arts skill alone, and thus, in this prison, he was a very formidable threat!

"You bastard!"

The prisoners gritted their teeth and jumped him, but Kiernan wasn't backing down, and his attacks came crashing down with power.

Thud! Thud! Thwack! Thwack!

With bloodied faces, the prisoners were thrown aside, and Kiernan sliced through the waves of prisoners with his iron fingers.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Finally, the whole floor turned crimson red as an alert went off, and from the elevator, close to twenty prison guards arrived with weapons drawn.

"Ptui… You are a dead man, Captain Jack!"

The prisoners shouted.

"Heh…"

Kiernan just smirked, and then, one of the prison guards smacked him in the back of the knee, forcing him on his knee.

"First day, and you are already losing your mind? It will be a very long sentence for you if you keep acting like this!"

A prison guard said with a scoff.

Without responding, the prison guards tossed him inside the cell and closed it with a key.

The rest of the prisoners were also heading back to their cell and watched as the electronic locks clicked shut behind them.

They were very much hating "Captain Jack" by now, as they usually had an hour outside the cell, but now it was barely five minutes!

"You just lost your outside-cell privilege for a month. Good job, Captain Dipsit."

The prison guard tapped his baton against the cold iron bars and then left with the rest of the guards.

"…"

Kiernan walked to the bars, gazed towards the elevator, and smiled as he watched the cute dark-furred creature following the prison guards into the elevator.

'Good luck, Fen.'

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