Chapter 193: Making History
There was only one individual left on either side who had yet to fight. Because of that, there was no real need for one team to officially send out their next fighter, it was obvious who the final showdown would be between.
Max leaned back, a quiet confidence in his eyes. He knew exactly what Jay was capable of. They’d fought side by side before, back when they first stepped into Clapton together. Jay wasn’t flashy, but he was dangerous.
"Any idea who he’s up against?" Joe asked, keeping his voice low. "I was never high enough up the ranks in Dipter’s crew to keep tabs on the other schools."
The question hung in the air for a moment before Mayson and Crondo turned their attention away from whatever deep dive of last-minute opponent research they were neck-deep in.
"The guy’s name is Reece," Mayson replied.
Right on cue, Reece entered the arena. Broad shoulders, thick arms, and a massive frame, he was practically Jay’s twin in terms of size. But that’s where the similarities ended. His face was all sharp angles and no warmth. Not even a flicker of emotion crossed his eyes. It was like watching a machine walk into the room.
The man was bald, or close to it. His head gleamed slightly under the lights, giving him an even more intimidating presence. His walk was steady, not cocky, just direct.
"Maybe I should call him by his nickname," Mayson added. "They call him the Rhino."
Max raised an eyebrow. "What is it with these guys and nicknames?" he muttered, half amused. Then again, his own crew wasn’t much better. The White Tiger? Really?
Joe smirked. "Can you even talk, you ranger-obsessed freak?"
Max grinned, unable to argue. He had practically given everyone in his circle a title. It was a thing.