Having been given a location and a place to meet, Max finally ordered the Bloodline group to pull back.
It had been their first real fight outside of school , not against rivals, not a tournament match or sparring session , but a genuine street battle. The kind that left adrenaline in their veins and the sound of clashing fists still ringing in their heads.
For most of them, it was a taste of what they had only imagined. The moment the fighting stopped, laughter and ragged breaths filled the air. They weren't just kids anymore. They had fought and won. They had proven something , not just to the world, but to themselves.
A few looked down at their bruised knuckles with quiet pride. Others kept glancing at Max, as if waiting for his approval. The truth was, the Bloodline group had changed that day.
They weren't weak. Not by any measure.
