BLOOD dropped to the floor as Eli’s lips cracked from the punch he received. He was unguarded and caught by surprise.
The crowned prince could land a serious punch. He was strong even if his body did not show it. His body built was like Pablo, thin and compact. Anyone would mistake him for a weakling. Even he thought the same.
“Nice one, my prince. Now we can start properly.” he smirked at him. He would no longer withhold his strength, given his opponent could fight.
“I am surprised you did not flinch from the punch. Most of my opponent spins afterward. Aliyah was right. Now, may I see that talent of yours?” The crowned prince challenged him. He placed his fist in front of his face, covering his cheeks down below.
He charged after him. Punch after punch, he threw at him. The Crowne
