"I'm going too!"
Gilbert immediately grabbed a stick, chased after Ma'el towards Fabregas.
Fabregas had already heard the commotion. As he turned around in reaction, he saw Ma'el rapidly approaching with a stick. His eyes showed shock and fear, "What do you want to do?!"
The feeling of carefree departure instantly vanished. As he realized the situation was unfavorable, he sprinted towards the base gate, turning back every few steps.
Seeing Ma'el getting closer, he was filled with fear from head to toe, desperately stating, "Don't act rashly!"
Don't act rashly?
Maybe ask yourself just a moment ago..... Ma'el sped up with two swift steps forward, aimed at Fabregas's head, and swung his right hand backwards.
Swing arm!
Swing forward!
Swift strike!
Smash!
"Clap!" A crisp sound echoed throughout the entire training ground. Everyone fell silent, staring blankly at Ma'el as he struck Fabregas's head with a stick, the latter falling to the ground.
