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Chapter 29

How many times did Cataleya even try to dislocate Amber's bones as the latter just forced herself to make them go back to their original state?

It was painful to watch.

A fifteen-year-old girl getting toyed with by someone who's several ranks higher than her…

While all that Amber did so far was throw… weak punches.

At this point, Brandon doubts if the blood in her fist is even Cataleya's.

Looking at Amber now, it's plain to see that she's breathing hard. She's sweating more than usual, her gaze somewhat unsteady.

What is she doing?

Clearly, her punches aren't going to work on Cataleya.

Yet, she still sticks to the fighting style that's ineffective!

'Will you go easy on her?'

'Shut up, Chief!'

Cataleya blocked him out of her head in an instant.

And there was no hesitation in her words when she said that. Amber got her so worked up that she refused to hold back.

All the trainees who have been cheering for Amber before the match begins… now look sullen.

There was horror on their faces.

But, this is reality.

Just because a kid has the guts… doesn't mean she will succeed.

Success rates aren't dependent on personalities alone. That would be too convenient.

Amber Santiago is symbolic in terms of her named achievements, and win streaks. She occasionally spars with the members of the kickboxing club, but her records are clean. Aside from maintaining a zero loss there, all competitions she has joined outside the pack are also won.

It made the other trainees think that as long as they had the will for it, things would also go smoothly their way.

Just like how fate had been generous towards someone like Amber…

It wouldn't be a wonder as to why they were the most affected audiences at the moment.

They were seeing their dreams in Amber, but now, they were witnessing Amber crash…

"Don't you think Amber is tired…?"

"She does look exhausted for some reason…"

"The squad leader is smiling!"

"I find it alarming that she's being merciless towards a trainee…"

"Yeah, I can tell she's having… fun."

"Eh? Didn't you know? It was Amber who expressed her wishes to spar with Ms Cataleya, despite knowing she was a squad leader. She asked for it! Maybe… she thinks highly of herself?"

"I've never seen her boast even once before, though."

"She has overestimated herself this time…"

"The winner of this match is self-evident."

"Besides, it's not like Amber is putting up a fight! You think she hurt her leg? A kickboxer who doesn't kick… that's new."

"You noticed that, too!? Her punches were light. I don't think they were making an impact."

"Ah… this is frustrating! I'm not expecting her to win, but… at least, fight like you mean it!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Can't you see? That girl isn't Amber!"

"Are you high?"

"Don't take it literally! Look at her carefully. What are you seeing?"

"Nosebleeds…?"

"No! What else?"

"Is this a quiz?"

"Just answer me!"

"Okay! Fine! Chill out. I personally think she's not feeling it. I don't see her kicking herself off the ground."

"Whoa… so, you do realize it!"

"Wait, that's it? I got it correct?"

"It was just an observation. I knew it right when she released a quick jab. I thought it was weird for her to not jump around her target. Since I'm also a kickboxer, I get to observe her moves in person at the studio. She doesn't train with us regularly, but she does visit to take advanced lessons whenever her competition is just around the corner."

"Anyone could tell something was off. She wasn't in her element! She wasn't in her game."

"Foot tapping…"

"What?"

"Her mannerism. It only happens when she takes on her usual stance."

"You mean—?"

"It's either she won't do kickboxing in this match… or she's just about to do it."

"But, she's… beat. Does she still have the energy to begin midway?"

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"It's for her to know… and for us to find out."

That was an interesting take on the subject matter, Brandon thought.

Kickboxing isn't his area, so he knows little of the said sport—well, of course, apart from the fact that it's a combination of throwing kicks, and boxing. The specific rules, however, are beyond his knowledge.

And what is it about foot tapping?

Such details can only be observed if you're that obsessed with the sport!

As well as the person!

'I have to watch out for it, then.'

This is not a matter of whether or not the trainees are telling truth.

They noticed something that he didn't.

The scent of a familiar person invaded his senses which distracted him for a moment. "I see you've told the Alpha right away."

It was Trent.

"And I see you're still nonchalant about it," muttered Brandon.

"I have nothing to worry about. We conduct these matches routinely. What's the big deal?"

He shook his head in dismay. "You have an ulterior motive, and you're just projecting onto Amber. That's not nice."

Trent stifled a laugh, then looked at him seriously. "Did you think I was behind this?"

"Weren't you?"

"Am I complete asshole in your eyes?" Trent shifted his gaze to the ring. "I didn't do anything, though."

"That won't excuse you from any responsibility, Trent. You approved the match. If it was any other match, I wouldn't have protested," Brandon retorted. "You know that."

"I tailed Amber, you know?"

He stiffened at the Beta's sudden confession. "Why would you do that?"

"You got your hands full, I had to step in." Trent lifted a brow. "And you'd never guess what I saw."

"If that's about Amber, I suggest you spill it now."

"Contrary to what everyone was thinking, Cataleya was the one who actually started it. Amber responded well by requesting a formal match."

His jaw dropped. "You're not making this up to pull one on me, are you?"

Trent stared at him in disbelief. "What sort of impression do you have of me?"

"Then, stop this match right this instant!"

"I can't do that. Holding a sparring match is no game for our pack. By doing that, you'll sully the purpose of the event. Why do you think the Alpha didn't order its discontinuation when he found out?" Trent only desires one thing right this very moment. "You should be thankful. I'm giving Amber a chance to get back at Cataleya—formally, and legally. I must say, I was impressed when that kid chose to not act rashly after what Cataleya did. I'm glad she's the master of her emotions, and not the other way around."

His stomach knotted in anticipation. "What exactly did she do to Amber?"

"Don't you think it's better to hear the explanation from Cataleya herself?"

"Really? You're stalling now?"

"Amber should win," Trent calmly stated. "If she did, I'd force Cataleya to speak." A wide grin appeared on his lips. "She'd be confessing in front of these people." Trent turned to him, his gaze resolute. "Quite the condemnation that she deserves—if you'd ask me."

"And if Cataleya wins… what, then? Will you be burying her secrets to the ground instead?"

Trent shrugged his shoulders. "That's on Amber. I'll leave it up to her. If she wishes to speak of Cataleya's offenses, I can stand as a witness."

"You thought that far ahead?"

"This is fair treatment. I'm no evil, Brandon."

"You've always hated the kid's guts. Naturally, your every action is questionable to me."

All of a sudden, the cheering stopped, and the crowd was filled with silence. Only the heavy breathing of the players could be heard—along with the scandalous steps that echoed throughout the training grounds, of an enraged man who came charging into the scene like a King.

But, that's not all.

Another man appeared beside him, one whose identity is a mystery to all.

Splat.

The crowd gasped in unison after they witnessed such a cruel thing in the ring.

Cataleya tore Amber's old wounds open with a clean swipe of her sharp claws.

Her friend, Pepper, was wailing somewhere out there, desperately asking for the officials to stop the match already. She could no longer bear to see Amber suffering from the squad leader's ruthless techniques.

For God's sake! She's focusing on Amber's bones, the latter is stuck in trying to reattach whatever she tries to break!

It should be prohibited!

The pack should place a limit on moves that could be utilized during the match!

The officials should have somewhat given Amber a hendy! She wasn't facing just any ordinary person here after all. Limiting Ms Cataleya's moves was necessary. Pepper could tell—the woman has got some vicious plans for Amber. Squad leaders shouldn't look that happy while thrashing a trainee across the arms and abdomen!

"Brandon…" Trent whispered in shock.

"I know," was all he could utter in reply.

It all happened in a flash.

Amber's hooked claws on feet elongating menacingly as she performed a perfect, reverse roundhouse kick, aimed directly at Cataleya's face.

Splat.

The sound of her blood hitting the surface…

Cataleya's face was left… mangled.

With just one, precise move.

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