Chapter 38

“Fuck,” he blurted as he rolled out of the way.

“What the hell is your problem?”

Garth couldn’t stomach it. How could this pompous prick just show up out of nowhere and steal his record? He knew Damien had never done anything to earn his stripes, yet he could stand toe to toe with him who had spent his whole life training. Training to fulfil the prophecy.

He would not let Damien get ahead of him if he had anything to say about it.

Even as he advanced, sending blow after blow, Damien expertly weaved and blocked his hits as if he were nothing.

“Face me like a man, you coward!” Garth roared, pressing on with his blows.

Damien saw an opening and chopped the brute's throat, making him falter in his movement. This created a bigger opening for Damien to send him flying backwards with a roundhouse kick to the chest.

Garth picked himself up with a ferocious growl, ripping his shirt open as if it were the reason he was getting his ass kicked.

“I won’t let you get away with this! I will–”

“Eno