Daiki swung low, the bat colliding with Haruto's thigh, tearing into his leg with the sharp edges.
He gasped, nearly falling, but he clenched his teeth and retaliated with a punch to Daiki's gut, landing blow after blow as if his life depended on it.
All his pain and Haruka's pain were the only things on Haruto's mind and in this ring, he could punch and kick the person he hated the most in life whatever he liked.
And it makes him thrilled.
Even when his body and legs were tearing apart by the wire on that bat.
Daiki grunted, forced back as Haruto's fists connected again and again, a relentless, feral intensity taking over.
His knuckle buster was slick with blood, his own and Daiki's mingling as the concrete beneath them turned dark and sticky.
"Not so tough without your little bat, huh?" Haruto sneered, his voice a growl as he pressed forward.
