As Nathaniel left the stage, Anderson approached the burly man.
"I'm ready, sir!" Anderson said.
The man smiled at Anderson's attitude. After all, he was showing him respect.
"Let's start then!"
Anderson immediately attacked, starting with a series of punches that the burly man effortlessly avoided.
However, Anderson's skills surfaced. His punches were perfect, almost too good for a sixteen-year-old.
His kicks were precise, fast, and done at impossible angles, all aimed at one or two openings the old men left to test him.
However, the man was surprised by Anderson. The boy could fight exceptionally well without using his brain's crystal power.
"Hey, kid, why aren't you using your power?"
Without stopping his attacks and always aiming at the openings, the old man left for the student to see. Anderson gave an explanation.
"I can't, sir..."
"Why so?"
"Because I would blow up the entire building..." Anderson avoided a punch.
