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The principal roared, his eyes ablaze with fury, and charged at James like an enraged beast. His feet pounded against the ground, muscles quivering under the moonlight with every step he took, sending tremors through the air. He raised his fists high, exuding an unstoppable rage as he swung them down toward James.
James's gaze sharpened, and he quickly raised his arms to block the principal's punches. The principal's fists came raining down, fast and heavy; though not precise, each blow carried immense power. The punches fell upon James like a torrential downpour, the wind from each strike brushing against his cheek with a hint of lethal intent. James had no choice but to raise his arms in front of his chest, retreating while trying to fend off the principal's relentless assault, his eyes flickering with surprise and a touch of disdain.
The principal continued his barrage, alternating punches aimed at James. The left fist shot upward toward James's face while the right aimed downward at his ribs. James nimbly stepped back, raising his left arm to deflect the left punch while bringing his right hand down to block the right one. Even so, the principal's fists came like a storm, each strike attempting to break through James's defenses.
"How does it feel? Your so-called strength is nothing but this!" the principal growled, a glimmer of vengeful satisfaction in his eyes. His punches grew faster, as if he were pouring all his strength into each attack, shifting his feet to find gaps in James's defense. James's expression grew more serious, shifting from initial contempt to full concentration as he tensed his arms, forced to defend with all his might.
Just as James prepared to counterattack, the principal suddenly ducked low and swiftly sidestepped, then steadied himself, coiling his fist at his chest before launching it like a rocket toward James’s abdomen—this was a hidden heavy punch aimed directly at breaking through James’s defenses.
"Bang!" The principal's fist landed squarely on James’s abdomen with incredible force and speed. A jolt of pain erupted within James as if his insides had been displaced by the blow. He let out a muffled groan; pain caused his abdomen to contract slightly as he stumbled backward several steps, the smug smile on his face vanishing entirely, replaced by a furrowed brow of agony.
The principal's gaze ignited with even greater fury; he gave no chance for James to recover and swiftly stepped forward again, raising his fist to smash down on James’s chest. Surprised, James quickly crossed his arms over his chest in a desperate attempt to block the attack. However, the principal's strength was beyond what he had anticipated; the punch struck hard against his arms, sending him sliding backward as if he were being pushed by an unseen force.
As James retreated while trying to stabilize himself, he barely regained balance before the principal continued his frenzied assault. The principal's fists flew in rapid succession, each punch accompanied by a whistling wind as they rained down upon James. A left hook aimed for James’s chin followed by a right straight aimed at his shoulder; then came a swift uppercut targeting James’s chest. Caught off guard and unable to defend effectively despite dodging and blocking continuously, several punches landed on him, forcing him back and drawing blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Do you think mastering strength makes you invincible?" The principal gritted out through clenched teeth, laced with mockery and rage. His fists kept coming relentlessly—fast and heavy—as if determined to crush James completely. His eyes were sharp as blades, fixated on James with an insatiable thirst for revenge; each punch seemed not only aimed at shattering James’s body but also at dismantling his arrogant belief in himself.
James found himself cornered and desperate; anger and pain etched across his face. His arms felt numb from the impact; every muscle in his body was tense and beginning to tremble. As he saw another punch hurtling toward him, he was forced to leap back in an attempt to create distance. Yet the principal showed no signs of letting up; fury burned in his eyes like that of a wild beast as he lunged forward again and again at James’s body.
"James! Today one of us will die!" The principal roared, each punch infused with uncontrollable rage as they struck against James’s body relentlessly, pushing him back with an unyielding determination to bring this wicked person down for good.
In the face of the principal's furious assault, an unusual excitement flickered across James’s face. His eyes gleamed with madness and arrogance; even though he had taken numerous hits and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth—spattering onto the ground beneath him—he laughed loudly. The sound echoed harshly under the blood-red moonlight, filled with defiance and mockery as if he completely disregarded his disadvantage. Instead, he embraced each wound as a badge of honor that ignited deeper madness and pleasure within him.
"Ha ha ha! Is that all you've got? This is your full strength?" James mocked coldly, his tone laced with unmistakable disdain. His eyes glimmered with a cruel light as he suddenly lifted his leg and delivered a powerful kick to the principal's chest. The principal felt a sharp pain in his chest as the force of the blow sent him staggering backward, struggling to regain his balance, increasing the distance between them once again.
As they separated, a few cold raindrops fell from the sky, striking James's cheeks and shoulders. The icy droplets slid down his muscular contours, washing away some of the blood but casting an even more eerie glow around them. The moonlight filtered through thick clouds, casting a crimson hue as if this rain of blood were a gift from the blood moon. With the first wave of light rain, dark clouds began to gather in the sky, and the downpour intensified. The cold rain soaked both of them, gradually saturating the ground and mixing the scattered blood with mud into a deep crimson mire, as if the entire playground had been completely consumed by this bloody storm.
Standing opposite him, the principal bent slightly at the waist, his eyes locked onto James as he gasped for breath, determination and fury burning in his gaze. His hands trembled slightly, yet his fists remained tightly clenched, as if he intended to channel all his anger into his next attack. Bloodwater seeped from beneath his shoes, slick and sticky, making each step heavy and slow. His gaze swept across the surroundings, observing how the rain mixed with blood formed small rivers that twisted and flowed everywhere. The scene resembled a dark ritual, where rainwater and blood converged to stain the playground into a hellish battlefield.
Meanwhile, James stood still, ignoring the drops of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He raised a hand to wipe away the mixture of blood and rain from his face, revealing a satisfied smile. His eyes were cold and arrogant, as if he regarded this bloody rain as a sacred blessing—a beginning of a grand ceremony. Slowly lifting his arm and clenching his fist tightly, he wore an expression of mockery, as if everything was under his control.
"Look at this scene; how wonderful... how fitting to witness our confrontation!" James murmured to himself with an air of arrogance, as if he commanded both heaven and earth. He tightened his fist further, feeling the surge of power within him; that cold and ruthless will grew stronger with each drop of blood rain that soaked him. His eyes sparkled with anticipation, eager to completely crush his opponent before him.
The rain intensified further, droplets falling around them accompanied by a heavy scent of blood. The rain washed away the blood on the ground quickly forming bright red rivers that snaked across the surface like countless winding serpents heading toward the edges of the playground. The ground became wet and slippery, imbued with an icy chill; it felt as though the entire playground was shrouded in a scarlet downpour, transforming it into a sticky battlefield. Standing at the intersection of blood and rainwater, James squinted slightly with a manic grin on his lips—he appeared like a malevolent spirit clawing its way out from hell itself.
A surge of uncontrollable rage welled up within the principal; determination shone in his eyes. He knew he could not escape this confrontation; however, this rain and strange atmosphere seemed to ignite his fighting spirit. Taking a deep breath to suppress fear and hesitation deep within himself once more, he clenched his fists tightly again, preparing to launch another attack.
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