Alexander’s eyes fixed on Dillon, whose expression betrayed more guilt than he could possibly articulate. Alexander saw Dillon’s lips move, but the buzzing in his head rendered the words inaudible. None of that mattered now. The fight had to continue, the only difference, one more.

Alexander at least felt lucky; he managed to gravely wound Dane before Dillon joined in. Though, if he had to be honest, it was Dillon’s foolishness that he joined in so late.

As he charged, he saw Dillon shooting and threatening, or at least that is what he inferred as his head was still buzzing.

But Alexander knew what to do. The feeling at the back of his head still urged him to finish the job as quickly as possible. Alexander did not forget that day, Taker’s deadly blow at the last moment, which if connected he would not be standing there. And Alexander was not foolish enough to think they did not have something similar. Especially that Dane. He needed to finish him before he had the chance to do anything.

...

Dillon felt like literal shit. Sure, Dane was a bit implosive, a bit selfish for sure, but that’s why they loved him. He was always there for his friends, no matter what. One time he even broke a nose of a senior form another department just because they made fun of on of their friends.

But even he did not know Dane would do something like this. He knew the past few months were not kind to him, but even so.

On the other hand, Roy. Roy was never the brightest among them nor was he ever the one to shut up. But now, now his friend would never talk again.

What, what the fuck just happened? It almost felt like a bolt from the blue just threw everything into chaos in the blink of an eye. He, a grown man, felt like crying.

It would be more than a massive lie if he told he did not hate Alexander. He did; in fact, he hated Alexander more than anyone in the world. But what could he do? He was the one who unknowingly or knowingly dragged him to this ambush. He was equally filling guilty towards Alexander.

He was conflicted with this thought as he suddenly saw the situation change once again. Like before, in the blink of an eye, everything was flipped on its head. As Dane got pummeled, then hit a bunch of times, and to his utter disbelief, coughed up blood.

He already knew Dane's condition. No matter the cultivation, no one could continue this level of assault for this long. He was spent as it was, and now that he got hit so badly...

He just did not want to think about it. He was not going to lose another friend today.

He took up the closest thing he could find and smashed it into Alexander’s side before he could finish the job.

He was the one who brought Alexander here and he would take responsibility for it. He would convince him not to go farther. He would have to convince Dane and Alexander both to give it up. And as for Roy's death, he just did not want to think about it now. But to give this situation an ending, they needed his death to be sacrificed. But could he do it? He did not want to think about it now. All he needed to do was end it. And he had no intention of backstabbing Alexander with some false promises either.

But of all his courage, his resolve, his thoughts were thrown out of the window as Alexander looked up. He just froze up. Alexander was bloodied and battered for sure; there was no question there. And he looked broken rather than anything menacing. But it was his eyes; they gave Dillon the creeps. It was the eyes of a monster, no, of a wounded monster who wanted to, just finish the fight. His eyes were ferocious.

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Dillon just wanted to run, but seeing his bloody friend behind him who was doing his best to stand up, he shook off his fear as he stood his ground. He had to.

His thoughts barely had time to finish, before Alexander threw his fist forward right at his face. He ducked, but...

Bam

In the next moment, the other hand flew right into his face. Fortunately, he was quick enough to put both of his hands in front, mostly thanks to his relax.

Crack

But that did not mean much as he felt like a fucking wild beast smashed into him. He was sent flying; one of his arm surely broken form the collusion,

He crashed into a thick pillar as the knockout force immediately made him cough up blood.

“FUCKING HELL.” It was completely different, watching a fight and actually fighting one. Dillon had now completely understood why, even being in E grade, Dane was in this condition.

But the thing that terrified him the most was Alexander was about to land a huge blow on the injured Dane.

...

Alexander did not care as he charged forward. Dillon's face was so open that he could not help himself but attack. But he ducked it. Alexander did not think much as he launched his other arm forward, which almost met right at his face. But he stopped it with his hands just in time.

But what happened next completely shocked him. He was staring up, sent flying. Alexander even looked at his fist in confutation, when he had such powerful. As far as he knew, Dillon was Xeo 7 or something. Yeah, none of them held back when they wanted to show off to the juniors, especially the girls, so almost everyone knew the level of every senior.

It seemed he did not put his all into it, Alexander thought. Well, serves him right for underestimating me. But Alexander was not distracted for much time. He knew what kind of shit he was in.

Just one wrong step and he might die to any of their trump cards. So without any delay, he lunged forward toward Dane to finish the job as his full-powered fist aimed right at Dane’s face.

But just as the fist was about to connect and smash his skull in, Dane moved his head. Alexander’s fist sunk in deep beside his head, exploding the concrete below.

He was kind of shocked that Dane could still move, which in the next moment turned to rage as Dane spat his blood-mixed saliva right at Alexander’s face.

“Motherfucker.” Alexander prepared another punch to finish the job.

But just as Alexander was about to land the blow, he felt two arms closing in on his waist as he was flung off Dane, as Dillon practically yanked him forward.

Surprised to say, Alexander was pissed. The more time Dane had to recover, the worse it was for him. He needed to finish him off before he got the chance to use his trump card provided by the banned group of industry.

So Alexander did not hesitate even a little bit to do what he did next. He punched out at Dillon’s side with all 30 of his strength behind the punch. What followed was a small explosion of flesh and blood mixed in as the point of contact just exploded, sending Dillon tumbling. As Dillon screamed at the top of his lungs.

But he did not let go of Alexander either, resulting in him being tumbled with him. Alexander did not wait for them to stop as he elbowed Dillon from the left. It did not quite connect, but Alexander was sure it dislocated Dillon’s jaw. His screams immediately cut off.

Alexander felt one of the arms holding him soften briefly before tightening once more. He drove his elbow into Dillon's left side again, and this time, he was ready. As soon as Dillon's grip momentarily loosened, Alexander applied all 30 of his strength to break free—and free he got.

They separated, but the momentum still carried them forward, both coming to a stop after some violent tumbles on the ground.

After two hard tumbles and a lengthy skid across the ground, Alexander finally came to a stop. But undoubtedly, it was Dillon who suffered the most as, after three or four violent tumbles, he crashed headfirst into the pile of concrete rubble, sending dust and debris flying.

Alexander struggled to his feet, wincing as he clutched his battered left side. Each jarring bounce and agonizing skid across the floor had relentlessly pounded his left side. Now, the skin on that side was raw and torn in places, leaving it nearly bare. He intentionally tackled everything with the left side to at least make one side functional.

As the dust settled, Alexander's eyes fell upon Dillon, who was bleeding from both old wounds and fresh injuries. The most striking was the gash from Alexander’s earlier punch, combined with the new gashes and abrasions from the brutal collision with the rubble. Dillon’s head, too, bore the marks of his harsh encounter with the concrete rubble.

With his jaw broken, blood leaking from every place, and overall condition, Alexander doubted he would live for much longer.

All the distractions done with, Alexander shifted his eyes to his primary target. Dane stood up. Alexander saw anger flash through his eyes, but in the next moment, it shifted.

What it shifted to, Alexander did not notice or frankly, he did not care. As he started, all the energy he had in his body as he ran forward.