Aswa was surrounded from all sides.
Without any warning, dozens of Srengseng students immediately attacked him simultaneously, unleashing their full strength.
–BHUAKK!! –BHUAKK!!
A brutal fight broke out inside the building. The sound of blows hitting the walls, screams, and shattering glass intertwined to form a symphony of chaos.
Aswa tried to fight back. He ran to the wall, crawling nimbly and striking them from unexpected angles.
–BHUAKK!!
One by one his opponents were knocked back against the walls and the floor. The walls cracked. The glass vibrated. The entire building seemed to participate in the battle—shaking violently, as if it might collapse at any moment.
Aswa jumped up, performing acrobatic moves in the narrow space. He remained agile, attacking with precision. Not a single wound marked his body. Only his clothes started tearing here and there.
"GHAAAA!!" The spirited scream from his opponents echoed loudly.
Outside, in the field, the students began to sense something was wrong. The ground trembled, the glass creaked.
"W-what is that?"
"The building... is shaking?"
"Maybe... someone is fighting inside."
"Should we report to the King?"
"No need! Srengseng has 5 Bosses. They can surely handle it!"
However, everyone knew—what was happening inside... was not just an ordinary fight. It was... a battle.
[ON ARCA'S SIDE]
–BHUAKK!!
A gym equipment flew through the air, hitting the gym student who was chasing Arca.
"Sorry!"
Arca saw his chance. He dashed toward the thrower. Then—a small wind-up, a 360° spin, plus an extra 180°...
A 540° kick!
–BHUAKK!!
The kick struck firmly on the opponent's shoulder. His body lifted, slid and crashed onto the floor with a thunderous thud.
Those hit by the gym equipment before stood up again—but immediately fell silent seeing one of them down.
"He... got knocked down?!"
They attacked again. But this time, Arca wasn't in a hurry. He took a deep breath... calm... then dodged each punch one by one, with extraordinary precision.
Every move was answered with a trained kick.
–BHUAKK!! –BHUAKK!!
One by one they were flung backward.
"This kid... is getting stronger by the minute?!"
"His body's small, but his kicks... like sledgehammers!"
"I've never seen anything like this... except the Boss!"
Arca now stood among the few who remained. He slowly approached.
"D-damn…"
–BHUAKK!!
A kick to the face. The opponent collapsed, unconscious.
"Huff... huff..." Arca caught his breath, sweat soaking his face. "My body... is trembling... It's been a long time since I felt this!"
However, the calm did not last long.
–KRAKK!!
A rumbling sound came from behind. The ground trembled.
Someone entered through the back door.
Heavy footsteps. Calm breathing. A gaze that was... sharp.
Arca turned. Frozen. That figure... twice as big as the other gym students. Muscles sculpted like carved stone. Sharp eyes, expressionless face.
"Who... is this?!" Arca murmured.
The figure looked around—the cracked walls, broken equipment, fallen students. His face still blank... but veins on his temples bulged. His fists tightened. Deep breaths. His heart—racing fast.
Arca felt it too. Adrenaline surged. Muscles tensed. Blood seemed to boil. His eyes widened. But... he smiled.
Casually, he sat atop the pile of fallen students.
"What? You can't accept it?" he challenged.
"I don't care about them," the man replied calmly.
"You're the leader, right?" Arca asked.
"That's right."
"See. Don't make excuses when your subordinates are defeated," Arca said with a laugh.
"Excuses? Do I care?"
"HAHA! Listen carefully. Weak students are a reflection of their teacher!" Arca mocked, deliberately provoking him.
–WOSHH!! –BRAK!!
A 30-kilogram barbell flew toward Arca.
But—CRACK!!
Arca caught it with one hand and crushed it on the spot.
Now they stared at each other fiercely. Their auras flared. The air temperature rose. Around them... silence. But their chests throbbed with the thunderous beats of their racing hearts.
The battle... had just begun.
–TO BE CONTINUED–