Grip!
Gray's grip tightened in Leon's hair as the young prince tried to pull away, but it was useless as his strength meant nothing here.
A faint smirk curved on Gray's lips, but there was no warmth in it. He looked more like a man dissecting a problem than fighting a rival.
CRACK!
His fist slammed into Leon's face, snapping his head to the side. Blood sprayed through the air, a tooth bouncing off the ground.
"Kh—guh…!" Leon tried to raise his arms to defend himself, but Gray caught his wrist and twisted it.
POP!
A sharp sound echoed through the arena as his shoulder dislocated. Leon screamed, stumbling back, but Gray didn't let him fall.
"Stand up, little prince," Gray muttered coldly, yanking him forward by the collar. "You wanted attention, didn't you? You got it."
Thud!
Bang!
Three more blows struck in Leon's weak points.
"Gu…ah—!"
Gray's movements were too precise to be called rage.
This wasn't wild violence; it was some kind of punishment.
"Kaugff... cough!"
