Both men looked at each other with different expressions. One with a mocking expression and the other with a hatred that shimmers in his heart.
Haruto then started with his stance, his fist covered in white cloth while Daiki just smirked at him.
"You ready?"
Daiki asked and without a word he lunged forward, a wild grin flashing across his face as his fist shot out like a bullet aimed at Haruto's jaw.
Haruto barely managed to sidestep, feeling the rush of air as his punch swung past his cheek.
Daiki's strikes came fast and ruthless, each one thrown with vicious intent as if he wanted to break bones rather than simply win the fight.
His eyes gleamed with a sadistic fire, feeding off the violence he sought to unleash.
'As expected, this man isn't here to fight—he's here to torture,' Haruto thought, his mind sharper than ever.
He silently thanked Enji for every punch and kick they'd exchanged in training.
