The schoolyard was chaos. Students pressed against the walls, some recording, some too stunned to move. Logan Lee's cronies were already on the floor, groaning in pain after being dismantled by Daniel. Only their boss stood tall, his eyes burning with rage.
"YOU LITTLE SHIT!" Logan roared, spittle flying. "I don't give a fuck who you think you are! You're dead today!"
He charged at Daniel with surprising speed, throwing a sharp jab combo. Logan wasn't just a street thug—his punches carried the precision of someone who had trained. His boxing footwork was tight, his shoulders rolled with practiced ease.
But Daniel barely flinched. His cold eyes tracked every movement, his body calm like water. He slipped Logan's punches with minimal motion, his lips curling into the faintest, cruel smile.
"You swing like a drunk bitch," Daniel said flatly.
Logan snarled and switched styles mid-strike, lowering his stance into a Muay Thai guard. He snapped a kick toward Daniel's ribs—fast, brutal.
THWACK!
Daniel blocked with his forearm, the impact echoing. He countered instantly—stepping in, twisting his hips, and firing a tight boxing hook straight into Logan's jaw.
CRACK!
Logan staggered back, blood spraying from his mouth. The crowd gasped.
"Fuck you!" Logan spat blood on the floor, fury etched across his face. He lunged again, this time dropping low, locking Daniel in a submission hold. His thick arms coiled around Daniel's waist, trying to drag him down.
"You think you're better than me, huh? I'll fucking snap your spine!" Logan growled.
Daniel's expression didn't change. His eyes were ice, his breathing steady.
"Pathetic."
With explosive strength, Daniel widened his stance, slipped an arm under Logan's hold, and countered with sheer technique. He hooked Logan's leg, shifted his balance, and in one fluid motion—
SLAM!
The entire schoolyard shook as Daniel picked Logan up and drove him into the ground with a brutal wrestling spinebuster. The floor cracked beneath them.
"Holy shit!" a student screamed.
"Did he just—fucking slam Logan Lee?!" another yelled.
Logan writhed, gasping for air, his body stunned. But Daniel wasn't done. He climbed onto Logan's chest, his cold eyes glaring down at the so-called tyrant of the school.
"You bark too much," Daniel muttered.
His fists rained down—precise, bone-shattering punches. One to the nose—CRUNCH! Another to the cheekbone—CRACK! Blood poured across Logan's face as he tried to shield himself, but Daniel ripped his arms away with ruthless strength.
Then Daniel seized Logan's right arm. His grip was merciless.
Logan's eyes went wide. "Wait—wait, don't—!"
SNAP!
The sickening sound of bone breaking silenced the schoolyard.Logan's scream tore through the air, high-pitched and agonized.
Daniel leaned close, his lips near Logan's ear, his voice ice-cold.
"Remember this pain. You ever touch me again, I'll break more than your arm. I'll end you."
Logan whimpered, his once-arrogant face now drenched in tears and blood. His cronies looked on in horror, none daring to step forward. The students were frozen, watching their school's tyrant crumble.
Daniel stood, his uniform barely ruffled, his expression unreadable. He brushed blood off his knuckles, adjusted his glasses, and stared down at Logan's broken body.
"This school," he said with a cruel smile, "is mine now."
The schoolyard was dead silent. Nobody dared breathe. Everyone knew it. Logan Lee—the undefeated monster of the middle school—had fallen.
And Daniel Park had just ascended.
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