'Fu*k! Why did I have to waste time fighting this jerk?' Jaxon cursed to himself, clenching his fists tight as he stared down his opponent.
Zentaro stood there calmly, a smug and holier-than-thou expression on his face that only made Jaxon's blood boil more. Zentaro's look of superiority just worsened Jaxon's mood.
Even with his short yellow-dyed hair and his more muscular build, Zentaro's cockiness made Jaxon despise him more. Jaxon didn't feel scared, just filled with anger and disgust he could barely contain.
"Come on, fight me! How long are you just gonna stand there and stare?" Jaxon snapped, frustrated. He knew getting emotional would only hurt him in the fight, but for some reason, whenever he faced Zentaro, his control vanished.
"Why don't you attack me first?" Zentaro replied sarcastically, his sharp gaze calm and full of confidence. Despite facing a karate master like Jaxon, Zentaro's face remained steady, like he was unfazed.
