Chapter 22. The fall of a prodigy
If you want to bring someone down from their high horse, the best way is to make their fall utterly humiliating.
"Listen, peasant!" the angry bird guy sneered. "It's a rule that whoever suggests a duel also decides the penalty for the defeated."
"Fine with me," I mumbled.
"I declare that the loser of this duel shall become the victor's lapdog! And this rule shall never be broken! We have teachers and students as witnesses. With that in mind, are you sure you still want to fight a prodigy such as myself?"
I sighed. This guy was freaking narcissistic! He acted like he'd already won.
"Sure."
We stood face to face, and I let him make the first move.
"Come on. Show me your best attack," I called out, making sure the entire stadium could hear.
The so-called prodigy hissed in annoyance.
"Tch... How a lowlife like you gets this cocky is revolting. Don't you dare underestimate me. I'll put you in your place!"
"Alright, go on," I said, feigning boredom.