Miss Leana had barely left the training hall when the sparring matches began.

The moment she stepped out, the air inside the room shifted—a charged atmosphere of competitive tension settling between the four students.

Damon turned to face Anaya, his sparring partner. Daveon and Celeste stood across from each other, already measuring their distances.

“Let’s make this quick,” Celeste muttered, her voice laced with confidence.

Daveon rolled his shoulders, his expression unreadable. “We’ll see about that.”

“Start!” Damon commanded, signaling both fights to begin.

Daveon moved first, lunging forward with a burst of speed, aiming to overwhelm Celeste before she could set the pace of the fight.

But… Celeste was faster.

She sidestepped his attack with ease, twisting her body just enough for his strike to miss by a fraction of an inch. Before Daveon could recover, she struck.

A sharp elbow to his ribs.

Daveon barely grunted, pushing through the pain as he spun, swinging his leg in a wide arc for a sweeping kick.

Celeste leaped over it effortlessly.

“You’re too slow,” she taunted, her movements fluid and precise as she danced around him.

Daveon clenched his jaw. She was treating him like a fool.

He adjusted his stance, this time waiting for Celeste to strike first.

She smirked, recognizing the shift in his approach.

Celeste lunged, her hands moving in a blur—feinting left, then striking from the right.

Daveon barely managed to block, but she was already moving again, spinning around him, her heel smashing into his side. ‘Damn it…’

Celeste’s assassin speed and reflexes were overwhelming his more traditional fighting style.

‘Let’s try something different.’ Realizing he couldn’t win through brute force, Daveon changed tactics.

The next time Celeste rushed him, he didn’t try to dodge or block.

Instead—he took the hit.

Celeste’s palm slammed into his shoulder, sending him stumbling backward.

But in that moment, Daveon struck.

He twisted with the force of her attack, using the momentum to launch himself forward—slamming his elbow toward her stomach.

It should have worked but… Celeste vanished.

A blur of motion, a flicker of speed. The next thing he knew, she reappeared behind him.

A sharp blow to his neck, followed by a swift sweep of his legs—and Daveon was on the ground.

Celeste stood over him, arms crossed.

“That’s game,” she said smugly.

Daveon let out a frustrated breath, staring up at the ceiling.

He had lost.

Meanwhile, Damon and Anaya’s fight was completely different.

Where Celeste vs. Daveon had been a battle of speed vs. strength, this one was a fight of control vs. power.

Anaya didn’t rush in recklessly.

Instead, she moved with careful precision, waiting for Damon to strike first.

Damon didn’t disappoint.

With a single step, he closed the distance between them, his fists moving in quick succession—a calculated barrage of attacks meant to wear her down.

Anaya dodged, blocked, redirected.

She didn’t try to match him in raw force—she countered with technique.

Damon was stronger, but Anaya proved smarter.

She parried one of his strikes and twisted—locking his arm in a grip meant to flip him over.

But Damon was stronger.

Rather than being thrown, he used his strength to break free mid-air, twisting his body to land on his feet.

Anaya smiled. “Not bad.”

Damon smirked. “You’re not bad either. But you won’t win.”

Anaya shrugged. “We’ll see.”

The fight continued—Damon pressing forward with relentless aggression, Anaya meeting him with defensive counters.

For a while, it was evenly matched.

But then—

Damon made a mistake.

For a split second, he overextended his attack—just slightly.

Anaya saw it.

She moved instantly, sidestepping him and tripping him up in one swift movement.

Damon stumbled and Anaya used his own momentum against him.

With a well-timed pivot, she redirected his fall—sending him crashing to the ground.

Before he could react, she placed her knee against his back, pinning him down.

“Checkmate,” she whispered.

Damon clenched his fists against the floor.

He had lost.

Miss Leana had made it clear—the winners of both matches would now spar against each other, while the losers would do the same.

Damon and Daveon exchanged glances.

Both of them had lost their first fights, but neither of them was planning to lose again.

On the other side, Anaya and Celeste stepped into position.

Celeste cracked her knuckles. “This should be fun.”

Anaya just smiled. “We’ll see.”

The second round began.

Unlike his fight with Anaya, Damon didn’t hesitate this time.

He knew Daveon was physically strong—so he wouldn’t play into his game.

Instead of brute force, Damon relied on precision.

Daveon lunged first, throwing a powerful punch.

Damon sidestepped at the last second, letting Daveon’s momentum carry him forward.

Before Daveon could recover, Damon struck.

A quick jab to the ribs, followed by a spinning kick—forcing Daveon to retreat.

Daveon gritted his teeth and adjusted his stance.

This wasn’t the same reckless Damon from before.

This was someone who learned from his mistake.

The fight dragged on, both exchanging blows—each refusing to fall.

But then—

Damon found his moment.

He feinted left—then struck right.

His fist connected with Daveon’s jaw, sending him staggering.

Daveon tried to recover, but Damon didn’t give him the chance.

A quick sweep—and Daveon hit the ground.

Damon exhaled. “That’s game.”

Daveon cursed under his breath, but nodded in acknowledgment.

Anaya knew Celeste was faster.

But Celeste knew Anaya was smarter.

They circled each other, waiting for an opening.

Celeste attacked first, vanishing in a blur—appearing behind Anaya.

But Anaya anticipated it.

She pivoted at the last second—grabbing Celeste mid-motion and flipping her.

Celeste barely managed to land on her feet, eyes narrowing.

She saw through that?

Anaya smiled. “You’ll have to do better.”

Celeste smirked. “Fine. Let’s try again.”

The fight continued—a blur of movement and counters.

But Celeste had the edge.

Bit by bit, her speed overwhelmed Anaya’s strategy.

The fight ended when Celeste finally landed a decisive blow, sending Anaya tumbling back.

Anaya sighed, accepting defeat. “Alright. You win.”

Celeste grinned. “Told you it’d be fun.”

And with that, the second round was over.

Damon and Celeste were the winners.

Anaya and Daveon watched from the sidelines as the two strongest in their group stood at the center—waiting for the final match.

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