The bastard was already smiling arrogantly at the audience as if he already won the fight. He even turned his back on me to wave at his audience.
…I know my goal here.
This is a fight where I have to lose.
But fucking jerks like Brent here gets on my nerves really bad. "You think we're done?" I asked him.
He flinched as he turns to look at me. "Woah, you fucking bastard. Don't scare me."
"We're not done yet, so why the hell are you acting like you already won?"
He gave off an annoyed expression for a minute, then smiled as if he was a friendly person. "Look, I'm doing you a favor alright? We're done. I won. A pretty boy like you don't want to get their pretty face ruined, isn't that right?"
This fucking bastard is still underestimating me.
"…plus, you're too weak—" it was his fault he fueled me up. And so, he got an uppercut as a gift.
Brent faltered from the impact, and after recovering, he glared at me. "Shit! What the fuck, Lyde!? Aren't I doing you a favor?! Ungreatful bastard!"
"I don't like you." That's all he needed to know from me.
Then I striked at him again, and he immediately blocked my fists with his forearms. "You better not regret this you asshole!"
"Tell that to yourself." I imitated his continues attacks earlier, and every hit landed on him.
Maybe I was just too fast for him. "S-Shit!" Then as I got to land a fist on his face, his nose got crooked. Blood started to flow out of his nose.
"Heh." I tried to catch my breath from going all out on him. And so I was wide open.
"You just got lucky, fucking bastard!"
Brent reached to grab me, and I only did what I can to avoid him. But the bastard managed to get a hold of my shirt and pulled me over, followed by a hard punch on the face.
Now we were even. "Argh! Fuck damn it!" My nose started bleeding as well.
"You shitty idiot!" He also punched me on the stomach multiple times while cackling like a maniac. "How's that pretty boy?!"
He pushed me away, and I dropped on the ground struggling with the pain. It got hard to breathe, and this extremely painful sensation on my stomach had me hurling. And like it wasn't enough, Brent pulled my hair to get a good look at my face.
The fucker's grinning in a very sinister manner. "You didn't had to mess with me further. Look at you now, you pathetic scumbag. Think you're still all great and mighty now?"
"…f…fuck you."
"Tch. Stubborn bastard." Then he bashes my head onto the ground.
"Ahh!" It fucking hurts so much.
"Pfft, you moan like a fucked up woman! Hahaha!" The way he bashed my face caused a big painful wound on my forehead, making half of my face drenched in my own blood. My vision started to blurr, and I'm probably going to lose conscious any minute… but I couldn't accept that I'm losing like this.
I could've done better.
I could've break his arms or legs…
Or even his damn neck.
Before I even lost sight of it all. The last thing I heard, was a very loud scream.
...
"…yd… yde… Lyde!"
I woke up from the damed violent shaking. "Can't you fucking stop?!" I snapped at the person who was doing it. Turns out it was Ash, he looked very worried.
"Ah, I-I'm sorry." I shouldn't have yelled at him like that.
"It's alright, thank goodness you're awake now! I thought you'll end up sleeping forever."
"Eh?!—aww…" suddenly, I felt the painful aching when I tried to move.
"Careful now, you're beaten really badly."
"W-What happened earlier?"
"You don't remember? You were fighting Brent. It was really surprising you know. The way you stood back up after getting your head smashed on the ground." Huh?!
"What do you mean?" The last thing I remember is that I'm on the verge of losing consciousness.
"Ha! You really don't know what happened?! Man, you were like the fucking devil. After getting hit badly on the head, you got right back up and fought with Brent a little longer. Everyone was too amazed and called you the Red Devil because half of your face is covered in blood." Unbelievable! Totally unbelievable! Did I really did that?!
"What happened next?… I lost, didn't I?"
"Hmm… Brent's left arm got broken because of you." HOLY SHIT.
Hearing all this—"Dude, that sounds so impossible! All made up! I can't believe it!"
"I'm not lying, you fucking idiot. You did all of that! Then after braking his arm, you fell on the ground and fainted."
"No way! I really don't believe it!" No matter what they say, it just sound so impossible! Things like that only happens in novels or movies or something.
Suddenly, the room's door slammed open with Keto appearing before us. "I called the ambulance! Is he still breathing!?—Oh! You're finally awake!!"
Before Keto can come close, Ash stopped him. "Hey, didn't you said you'll bring the bandages?"
"Ah shit, I forgot! I'll be back!" Then I'm left alone with Ash again.
But I was shocked.
Totally shocked.
Keto is doing some tasks?!!
Was that really Keto? The guy who kept ordering me around about every little thing? Is he the same Keto!?