Chapter Four Part 2:
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He entered the arena with calm steps, standing in the middle as if he had no idea what the word “danger” meant.
His opponent?
His opponent, Basil, was one of those boys who relied more on their muscle size than anything else. Bulky arms, loud shouting, laughing when hitting his foes, always seeming like he thought winning was just a matter of weight.
“I’ll finish this in ten seconds!” he shouted, pointing at Chris.
But as the two entered the arena, something changed in the atmosphere.
Chris didn’t respond. He didn’t move.
Chris didn’t even take a fighting stance.
He stood firmly, back straight, arms relaxed, head tilted slightly… as if he didn’t see his opponent as a real threat.
The coach gave the signal.
Basil charged.
The opponent launched directly,
