Keto pov
It was his turn now. And there were a lot of people that cheered for Brent to kick Lyde's ass. It was good that he didn't cared about that, Lyde doesn't need those idiots to cheer for him. Lyde should just focus on losing here.
"…you really don't want let go of him, don't you." I heard Ash coming from behind.
"Well, he's better than Jeiro." Better than anybody else here, actually. Lyde isn't originally a thug anyway. I also still got something that I have to uncover on that shitty kid.
"Right. He does seem to be a better choice than Jeiro." Ash chuckled.
"Yeah."
Watching from a distance, the view was good enough. All that's there for me is to wait for Lyde to lose this… unless he actually wins this. That'll be another I have to deal with.
"Keto!" Then someone called out to me.
"What?"
"The boss is calling for you." Ren, that damned jerk!
"Tch. I don't want to go." I told him.
Ash patted my back and shook his head. "It's better not to infuriate Ren. We all know that well, right?"
"His face just fucking upsets me. If it weren't for him, then Lyde wouldn't have to participate."
"It's his decision, and as the people under his authority then we should abide his orders."
"Then what about your right hand Maki?! And Lexi's right hand Ludwig?! He should've made things fair, I didn't want to make Lyde a candidate for the fourth leader position."
Ash sighed. "You shouldn't worry, I think Ren's just wanted to observe Lyde."
Observe Lyde? Why the hell would he observe him?
"...what do you mean?"
"Lyde won't stand a chance against some of the candidates there. He's bound to lose even if he tries. You know Damien, right? That guy has the most potential out of them all."
Damien... a guy who's under Lexi's group. I see, I get it now. Lyde can't win against that guy! He'll definitely lose when he ends up fighting him. I heard that Damien stood against an opponent that has a roled of division leader, so he must be the one who will win this.
Now I'm kind of relieved.
"Aside from being a better choice than Jeiro. Why are you badly against of the idea of Lyde becoming fourth leader anyway? Have you become so attached to that little guy?" ...oh yeah. Now that I think about it, I really didn't want him to take the position.
Out of all the people who became my aid, he was the only one I can really rely on. He tolerates every order I give and doesn't even complain. Unlike the others, he was a pushover. A guy so easy to use and manipulate... he's very kind too.
"Hm. Maybe that's because he's a good friend." I answered.
Ash looked surprised by my reply, then just shrugs it off.
"E-Ehem." Then somebody interrupted us—oh right, I forgot that Ren's calling for me.
"Tch. Fine, I'm going."
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Lynn's pov
We were both on stance, ready to make a move any minute.
I was giving him the chance to make a mover first, but he seem to do the same. "Why don't you make a move first pretty boy? Are you too scared that you froze in that spot?"
I wanted to be on defensive first and observe his fighting style, it could give me the advantage since it'll give me an idea how I can counter him. But it looks like I have to be the first to make a move here, the audience were already provoking me.
"Tsk. If you're that desperate to get beaten, then fine!" I dashed towards him and aimed to kick him on the face.
He barely dodged and got his cheek scratched. "Woah, you're pretty fast pretty boy!"
"Heh, you're just a slow poke."
He smirked and threw a punch at me.
I blocked his attack with my forearm, and that punch hurts like hell. "Shit, you got quite the strength you fucking creep."
"And you got guts to take a punch, admirable. Take a few more then you'll be good as dead pretty boy."
While he had lowered his guard, I took the opportunity and grabbed his shirt to pull him closer for a fullforce headbutt. "Argh! You fucker!"
"Hahaha! How's that you motherfucker?!" It made me laugh to see how surprised he was. He really didn't saw that coming.
"Asshole!"
The creep was enraged and made continues attacks out of spite. This made the audience cheer harder for this bastard. And the damned bastard managed to plant his fist on my right cheek and kick my right leg once. "Fuck!"
This is real shit, my face felt a little numb by that punch. The audience even bid me to die in Brent's hands, desperate shitheads wants me out of sight.
I'll make them see who's really better!
"See who's laughing now pretty boy?" Brent grins annoyingly... that fucking face.
The last laugh will be mine.