Chapter 64: The Pond(3)[Violence]
Son smiled—a smile that didn’t belong in a fight. It curled at the corners of his lips like he had already won, like this wasn’t a contest but a formality.
His eyes flicked to the crowd, then to Mikey. That same cocky grin deepened, drawing a quiet murmur from the bystanders.
Then, with theatrical laziness, his gaze shifted back to Mikey.
That was the moment Mikey moved. He dropped into a low stance, his foot sliding back and his fists rising to his face.
His knuckles clenched tightly, protecting his jaw. Then, he released a breath—not just any breath, but a sharp, pressurized puff that escaped through his nose. It was less of a sigh and more of a signal.
"Come at me, son." he muttered under his breath.
Son didn’t need a second invitation. With a thud that echoed through the pit, he launched himself forward. The movement was a blur—too fast, too clean. A single push from his back leg sent him careening forward, and in a flash, he was upon Mikey.
But Mikey was ready.
The first jab came screaming toward his face, a blisteringly fast right aimed for his cheekbone. Mikey’s eyes widened, but his instincts moved quicker. He tried to duck, head tearing downwards, but he could already feel the air pressure from the oncoming blow.
His forearm rose without hesitation, intercepting the punch with a sharp thud.
The crowd gasped.