Chapter 11 - the flame of hatred
Silence enveloped the martial arts gym even though Damon and Evan had left long ago. The parents slowly lowered their phones, their eyes still clearly reflecting utter shock and astonishment.
Blake, the five-time kickboxing champion, slowly crawled up from the blue mat. His face flushed red, not from physical pain, but from profound, humiliating disgrace. His arrogant ego had been crushed.
He had been taken down in mere seconds by a ragged, barefoot maintenance worker who hadn't even bothered to throw a single punch. Around him, relentless whispers and gossip began to echo.
The students who once worshipped him now looked at him with apprehension and disappointment. Blake clenched his teeth, a seething aura of anger boiling in his chest, making him feel incredibly suffocated and breathless.
He could not accept that a lowly man dared to humiliate him right in his own sanctuary. He dragged his feet into the locker room, swinging a fierce punch into the steel locker, leaving it heavily dented.
"I will kill you, you bastard," Blake hissed through his teeth, his eyes flashing with terrifying red streaks. He pulled out his phone and dialed a familiar number. On the other end were hardened underworld thugs.
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Blake didn't care about the martial arts spirit or fair play. He wanted to crush the one who stripped away his honor. A despicable and dark plan of revenge began to ignite with extreme intensity.
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