Collage Boy Yashu

Chapter 12 Fight Start

Five terrifying guys were charging from Yusuf's side, arrogance plastered on their faces and a blood-red gleam in their eyes. They were all college seniors, terrorizing the entire campus with their numbers and strength. On the other side, Yash, Mukesh, and Sameer—these three friends were advancing together, without a hint of fear. Tension hung in the air, dust swirling,

but what happened next was beyond anyone's imagination. In the blink of an eye, Yash, Mukesh, and Sameer had floored all five seniors. Yash landed a powerful punch on the first one's jaw, sending him crashing to the ground. Mukesh grabbed two at once, kicking one far away and slamming the other down by the neck. Sameer was spitting fire—he punched the third in the gut, swept the fourth off his feet, and pinned the fifth against the wall. It all happened so fast that in a split second, the five seniors were writhing on the ground. Their breaths were ragged, faces twisted in a mix of pain and shock.

Yusuf stood at a distance, watching it all. Disbelief flashed across his face first—how could these three ordinary-looking guys so easily defeat his seniors, who outnumbered them five to one? A wave of sorrow hit him for a moment, but it vanished quickly. Instead, a strange smile spread across his lips. He was happy! Happy that finally, someone had challenged his gang. He glanced at his remaining ten lackeys, who were now panicking, and growled, "Go! But this time, break their bones. No mercy!"

This time, the ten guys were armed with massive iron rods. The rods gleamed, their thickness alone enough to instill fear. They advanced slowly but with confident steps toward Yash, Mukesh, and Sameer. Danger bells rang in the air.

But Yash, Mukesh, and Sameer remained calm. Like saints. No panic on their faces, no haste. They knew what to do next. They scanned the ground and picked up the weapons from the five fallen seniors—wooden sticks, chains, and small rods. Now they were ready too. The three exchanged glances, smiled, and moved toward the ten boys.

The fight erupted. The ten seniors launched a fierce attack first. Rods sliced through the air, kicks and punches rained down. A rod struck Yash's shoulder, but he didn't flinch—instead, he grabbed the attacker, snatched his rod, and struck him across the back. Mukesh was surrounded by two; one kicked his waist, but Mukesh ignored the pain and lifted both, slamming them down. Sameer was at the front, swinging a chain at three, but a rod whizzed past his head, singeing his hair.

If these three wanted, they could have easily shattered the seniors' limbs. Their strength was such that one blow could crush bones. But no, they were deliberately holding back. They targeted spots that caused pain but no permanent damage—light taps to the head, punches to the gut, sweeps to the legs. The result: the seniors collapsed unconscious, but unbroken. One by one, then three, then five... and finally all ten lay on the ground, eyes closed, breaths shallow.

But it wasn't easy. Fighting the ten had taken its toll on Yash, Mukesh, and Sameer. Their clothes were torn—Yash's shirt sleeve was ripped, Mukesh's T-shirt shredded at the back, and Sameer's pants stained with blood. Bruises marked their bodies, breaths heaved, but confidence shone in their eyes. They stood like victors.

Sameer, panting but in a joking tone, yelled, "How many more are you sending?"

This boiled Yusuf's blood. Rage clear on his face, eyes red. He bellowed, "No! No one else goes. Now, the one fighting here is me. And I'll make you three remember your grandma!"

He advanced slowly. His steps heavy, muscles tensed, a dangerous smile on his face. He was the college's biggest bully, his strength legendary across campus. Sameer taunted him again, "Your lackeys couldn't stand, what will you do alone?" and burst into laughter. His laugh echoed,

but suddenly, Sameer's laughter stopped. His face paled, eyes widened. No one understood. Then it hit—Yusuf had attacked Sameer with lightning speed! His punch came so fast no one saw it. Sameer's head snapped back, blood droplets flew from his mouth, and he staggered backward. Yusuf's eyes held only revenge. Silence fell. Was the real fight about to begin? Yash and Mukesh stepped forward, but Yusuf's gaze locked on Sameer.

After Yusuf's lightning-fast punch, Sameer staggered back, but Yash and Mukesh weren't about to sit quiet. They exchanged a look, anger and revenge flashing in their eyes. Without a word, they lunged at Yusuf. – Having dusted fifteen seniors so far, could Yusuf alone defeat them now? Deathly silence hung, only footsteps and heartbeats echoing.

Yash was in front. He aimed a powerful kick at Yusuf, but Yusuf moved like he was flying. With his left hand, he grabbed Yash's throat—grabbed? Clamped! With such force that Yash's breath choked. In one jerk, Yusuf slammed him against the nearby wall. The impact cracked the plaster, Yash's head jerked back. His vision blurred, but he still fought.

Meanwhile, Mukesh roared, fire in his voice, "Hey, you dog! Face me!" He clenched his fists, muscles bulging. Yusuf released Yash against the wall and turned to Mukesh. A cold smile on his lips, eyes gleaming like a wild cat. "Oh? Wait, I'll show you..." he said softly, and in two steps, he was in front of Mukesh.

They stared each other down. Mukesh's breaths rapid, Yusuf's calm but deadly. Then suddenly, both started punching. Mukesh's first fist aimed at Yusuf's face, but Yusuf ducked and countered with a gut punch. Mukesh winced but didn't yield—he grabbed Yusuf's collar and tried a knee strike. Yusuf shoved him back and unleashed three rapid punches—one to the jaw, one to the ribs, one to the head.

Yusuf's speed was like shadowboxing. No matter how Mukesh tried, he couldn't match it. His attacks whistled through air, while Yusuf's landed true. Finally, a powerful uppercut from Yusuf hit Mukesh's chin. His eyes rolled up, legs buckled, and he crashed to the ground. Knockout.

Yash was still trying to stand against the wall, legs failing. Sameer was already down. All three—Yash, Mukesh, Sameer—lay unconscious. Yusuf looked down, then laughed loudly. "Your arrogance is gone! Talking big, huh? What now? This is my campus, only my rules!"

But then... a voice from behind. Weak, but joking. "Hey man... stop now... I can't do this acting anymore..." It was Sameer, lying on the ground calling to Mukesh. Yash opened his eyes, holding his head, "Yeah man... lying here isn't fun." Mukesh lifted his head slowly, smiled, and sat up, "We're fine. So... let's start the real fight."

Yusuf's face was priceless. Eyes wide, mouth agape. "You... you... how are you all getting up?!" Fear crept into his voice.

Sameer laughed as he stood, dusting his clothes, "Should we have slept, you dog? We've been acting all this time, and you didn't even notice!" and burst into laughter. Yash and Mukesh stood too. No pain on their faces, no fatigue—just mischievous smiles.

Yusuf went mad with rage. Same lightning speed! He lunged at Sameer, punch slicing air—but this time... Sameer extended his right hand and stopped the punch with his palm. Completely. The punch hung in mid-air. A different gleam in Sameer's eyes. He said slowly but clearly, "No... not this time."

Yusuf's fingers trembled. He pushed harder, but his hand wouldn't budge. Sameer smiled faintly and said, "Now the real game begins."