A rematch!

The Shirtless and barefooted boy walked to the arena. His white hair swayed a little with his motion. His purple eyes brimmed with excitement and determination.

The whole arena erupted seeing him. They forgot about the whole 'beating he gave their three fellow students.'

His body was well-toned for a sixteen-year-old boy. With the correct amount of muscles and bulks.

He was not too bulky nor too skinny, the perfect type of body.

DESMOND!!! DESMOND!!! DESMOND!!!

He could hear their chanting. Not filled with maliciousness or ridicule but filled with excitement and support.

He entered the fighting ring, where he saw a familiar-looking boy with a beetroot-red face.

"It was a mistake for you to come here. It's your end here, boy. Last time you took me by surprise but here, there won't be anyone to save you!!!" Dayne cussed at him with all the rage.

If he could, he would instantly lunge at the brat and beat him up but alas, he will be disqualified if something like that happens.