Miles descended the steps slowly, every stride measured, the din of the crowd rising as they noticed him. He stopped at the edge of the ring, smirk tugging at his lips.
"Hey, big man," his voice carried, calm but cutting through the noise. "Are you strong?"
Heads snapped toward him.
The crowd murmured, then broke into whispers, laughter bubbling in waves. "Is he mad?" "He'll get crushed." "Kid doesn't know what he's asking for!" Some voices even called out in warning, "Don't do it, young man! He's the all-time champ here!"
Brutus, towering in the ring with his chest heaving from victory, turned his gaze on Miles. His booming laugh echoed against the walls. "Are you serious, kid? Go back home. I don't like bullying."
Miles tilted his head, smirk never fading. "Huh. The so-called all-time champion… afraid of me? What a scaredy cat."
The entire club reacted—gasps, jeers, and roars of disbelief.
