Ten minutes into the fight, Yaraa and his opponent were locked in an intense clash—each blow sharper, faster, more brutal than the last. The crowd that had gathered fell silent, tension thick in the air. Every movement was calculated. Every strike held weight.
But something was off.
Yaraa's vision started to blur, a wave of dizziness washing over him. His body felt heavier, slower. Then—flashback.
Earlier, before the fight...
Kathir was leaning over Yaraa, who was groggy and barely awake. Without warning, Kathir slipped something into Yaraa’s mouth
"This will keep you alive for 30 minutes," Kathir said seriously. "They gave you poison. I’ll give you the permanent antidote after .
Yaraa didn’t protest. He simply swallowed and remained silent.
Kathir narrowed his eyes. "Why don’t you want to ask what it is now?"
Yaraa gave a faint smile. "I know why you’re doing this."
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Kathir’s face said it all—he knew Yaraa understood.
Then Kathir spoke, almost reluctantly. "I want to see Ramesh in pain."
"Ramesh?"
"Yeah,""The guy you’re about to fight. That’s his name."
Yaraa just nodded.
Flashback over.
Back in the fight, Yaraa narrowed his eyes. He could feel the poison crawling through his veins, but he stood his ground.
"What are you waiting for?" "My death?"
Ramesh smirked. "I heard someone poisoned you. That’s why I held back." "But it looks like you’re still standing... so let’s begin our real fight."
And with that, Ramesh exploded forward. His movements became faster, sharper, deadlier. Blow after blow pushed Yaraa back. His knuckles bled. His ribs ached. He struggled to keep up.
Kathir watched from a distance, fists clenched. He knew Yaraa wasn’t using his full strength. The power Yaraa had shown when they first fought—it wasn’t here yet. But it would come.
Ramesh landed a clean strike across Yaraa’s jaw, sending him staggering.
Then, in a low voice, Ramesh leaned in. "I know why you came to this college. But it won’t matter. I’m going to kill you and The gi--"
CRACK!
A flash of fury ignited in Yaraa’s eyes. Without waiting for Ramesh to finish, he drove a brutal punch into Ramesh’s chest. The impact echoed through the arena.
Ramesh’s body hit the ground hard, breathless. He coughed, stunned, unable to move.
Yaraa stood over him, chest heaving, the furious in his eyes tells he isn't normal guy.