5 What? (2/2)

”Are you guys retarded or something?! The two with the glowing number plates, go and fight!”

”Ah..?”

Everyone's gazes seemed to shift onto him as he realised he was meant to fight, so he could only get up and stroll towards the arena with that insignificant figure of his.

”How can he fight? Truly pitiful...”

”Sh! He may be a black horse!”

”Him? Even I can see protruding bones from here, so how can he possibly throw a punch?”

”He's holding a book? What's he going to do with that? Beat his opponent with it? Haha!”

The scrolls on the pillars shone with an unreal light as it wrote the 3 simple words, 'Su Min V Qiu Jin'.

The muffled voices of many seemed to merge as he walked past everyone, although his eyes were unaffected. He eventually got to the stage, but his speed seemed to be slow as he found the opponent was already standing there.

'That guy?'

On the stage stood the same guy that mocked him first, although as Su Min didn't really pay attention, he noticed his exquisite and defined muscles and how they contrast with his mere skeleton frame. Qiu Jin's eyes shone with bright arrogance as he bent his knees down and grinned.

”Oh? Wow, I guess fate really hates you!”

Qiu Jin had a nonchalant expression as he strode towards Su Min whilst stretching his muscles. Su Min gulped, and putting himself in a fighting position, he waited.

”Wrong posture. Move your right arm up a bit!”

*WOOSH*

Qiu Jin, as he got within arms reach, mocked before tossing a casual punch towards Su Min. His whole body tensed for a second, hurling an explosive force.

”Ah-”

The punch's speed was unbelievable and didn't even catch Su Min's lines of sight as it dodged his vision and hurled itself into his ribs. It was only until a second passed did he realise that a fist had shoved itself into his stomach, compressing his insides with a tyrannical strength.

*THRASH*

*GUH*

He felt his body rupture while a mouthful of blood shoved itself into his throat. He couldn't breathe as he threw it up in successions all over the floor.The book he held at his waist fell as he became unable to support his weight, so he fell with it.

Qiu Jin's breathing was quickened yet triumphant when he saw how injured Su Min was. Some of the people in the crowd shone with looks of alarm whilst others blazed with fighting spirit.

”Ah, sorry there, I did say that getting punched hurts...”

The old man opened his eyes slightly when a hint of praise shone in them. He was about to ask the staff members to pick up the injured kid when his eyes widened at a sight that made people gasp.

”Agh...”

Su Min, whom everyone thought wouldn't be able to stand after having his organs punctured, suddenly sighed as he picked up the book to his side and just... Stood up. No hint of pain shone in those hazy eyes of his. Instead, he seemed to be used to it, like it was a daily affair of his.

”Wa..?”

”Is he human?!”

Su Min expression remained unchanged as he walked off the stage, sighing as an occasional sliver of blood drooped from his mouth, dripping onto the floor with a pitter-patter.

”I lost...”