A dry thud resounded in the silent arena, attracting everyone's attention to the middle of the stage. Abel stood still as he was keeping his swing posture still. The other one, was a male senior who lay on the floor, he shook his head furiously after receiving an attack so hard it rattled his brain.
The atmosphere in the place froze, no the world itself seemed to mute. Its overbearing pressure lasted for several seconds until a clapping sound broke the tension in the air.
Everyone turned their attention toward the source and witnessed a grey-haired boy walking forward. Both his palms didn't stop slapping each other.
His action drew the seniors' attention too. Some contorted their faces at his distasteful behavior, which seemed to mock their defeat. But the grey-haired boy's focus was locked on the two male seniors: the fox and the self-centered leader.
