Acheron pointed at Thug King "It was due to him, I had already said that it would be a tough battle for your brother"

"How?! I still don't understand!" she said sounding desperate.

"It's his body, I am guessing that the boy referred to as Thug King, was born with extra-large back muscles" He explained. Few in the crowd had realized what had happened at that moment.

"His back muscles?" she asked

"Yes, usually someone in that position would barely be able to throw an acceptable punch but the large back muscles give him the torque and ability to be able to throw a full power punch.

If your bother hadn't dodge at that last minute, he would have sustained heavy damage, probably would've broken a few ribs, maybe a collapsed lung, heavy hits you weren't prepared for usually do the heaviest damage, in the end, he would have lost the match" He explained as he turned to look at her.

He had already guessed this outcome from the beginning, if Alexandre doesn't have a trump card, it's all over for him.

Alexandre was trying to get his breath under control, he was running out of options. Thug King had started laughing while he got up, he mocked him for his weak attempt at dodging. At that moment, both had decided to finish it with next move, Alexandre was going to use his self-made skill, while Thug King was going to use an all-out attack.

Simultaneously, they ran at each other, Thug King was gathering momentum for this last punch while Alexandre lowered his body as if going for a spear tackle.

Thug King laughed watching him, he was sure of his victory, he just had to connect, and he would win. As they neared each other, Thug King laughed as if he had already won, the punch was aimed for Alexandre's spine.

The crowd held their breath in anticipation of what was to come, some already believed Alexandre had lost. But right as the punch would connect, Alexandre disappeared.

He missed the hit and the forward momentum had made his blood rush to his head, it was at that moment Alexandre seems to appear behind him and put him on a chokehold.

Thug King had passed out before he even knew what happened. The referee seeing this called for the bell and the match ended.

"Winner by KO! Alexandre Vuitton!"

The crowd that was silent before exploding into cheers!

They chanted his name!

What an amazing match!

Emilia smiled as tears rolled off her face, she joined the crowd in chanting his name.

"You should go to him now, I am sure he is hurt and needs some help getting to the infirmary," Acheron said to her before she got lost in the cheers.

Like a bucket of ice poured on top of her head, Emilia quickly calmed down before saying goodbye to Acheron and heading towards her brother. He got up and started to leave.

Without anyone noticing, a boy had arrived in the arena holding a microphone, the crowd quieted down noticing his identity. He was an average in both height and appearance, he wore green clothes with a green jacket 2 sizes too big.

The crowd had begun to whisper, wondering why 'he' had shown up here, and what announcement he had.

The boy raised the microphone and yelled,

"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE ACHERON BELAU!!"

the crowd didn't know who that was and wondered what that guy did to piss him off.

Acheron stopped in his tracks and smiled before turning around. He knew someone was watching him the moment he arrived inside the Colosseum, he felt killing intent from the stare.

He was secretly happy; the show was finally starting.

When he looked upon the boy, he was sure he had never seen or met him, so how can he have enmity with him?

As if already knowing where he was, an employee arrived and handed him a microphone, Acheron thanked him and sent them off. He turned on the mic,

"Who are you? And what do you want with me?"

"I am Poison and how dare you seduce my Akeno?!?!" this pale boy screeched at him and in turn, put Acheron in bad mood.

"Look, little boy, I didn't seduce Akeno, we are just friends, we just met today," Acheron said.

Of course, Poison didn't believe a word he said. He was jealous that this new student had been spending all day with his crush. What had angered him, even more, was that Akeno had always called him a disgusting pervert, while she had spent all day with this new student, laughing and joking around, flirting.

He wondered what was so good about this new guy, while she was disgusted at him.

"I challenge you to a fight, the winner gets Akeno!" Poison issued a challenge in front of this whole crowd.

Acheron had found this little boy disgusting, women aren't objects owned by men, at least not in this era. "I accept but I am busy today, so let's arrange it for Friday at 1700 (5 pm) and we will have it here so that the whole school can come and see get your ass beat!"

"Fine! But it is you who will lose!" Poison threw the microphone down after agreeing with Acheron's suggestion.

Acheron wasn't done with this, he wanted more excitement than just a one fight,

"Listen here, this announcement is for anyone that thinks that I shouldn't be around your school beauties and hate my guts due to jealousy. I will accept all challenges toward me, be it unarmed or armed, it's up to you!

I challenge the whole school!

I'll take care of you all on Friday! Show me that you are the geniuses you say you are, or I'll show you the trash you are! And If you think I'm doing this to pave my way to the top of your charts, then you have another thing coming!

… I am already at the top!"

Acheron had walked away laughing as if he was a villain in a movie. The crowd didn't know how to respond to those words, they just stood there stupefied.

As they regained their senses and processed what he said, they created an uproar.

"What did he just call us? Trash?! He is Trash!"

"Fuck. That. Guy!"

"I'm gonna challenge him and kick his ass!!!"

"What a man!"

Acheron had left the Colosseum in chaos, and soon word will spread of the deeds he had done here. Acheron didn't care, he just wanted some fun, 'they' had banned him from killing the students in this school, so he needed to make his fun.

Acheron started to whistle as he began his search for a club once again.