Sion rushed forward with a sharp jab. He smirked—he thought he had Nathan this time.
But suddenly, Nathan twisted his body and spun low, sweeping Sion's legs. Sion jumped to avoid it, but Nathan stood fast and gave a quick punch toward Sion's chest.
RIP!
Sion's long sleeve tore open, revealing something unexpected—his whole arm was covered in a dark, swirling tattoo.
Gasps came from the watching students.
Sion froze for a second, then looked down. His eyes grew angry. "Tch…"
That's when the professor shouted, "Stop! That's enough!"
Nathan lowered his fists and stepped back. He looked at Sion with a small smirk and slowly turned around, ready to walk away.
But Sion wasn't done.
His anger boiled. His fists clenched. He suddenly charged toward Nathan's back, fast and silent.
"Watch out!" someone shouted.
The professor's eyes widened. "Sion, stop!"
Nathan started to turn but was too late.
Then—
WHAM!
