The thug scoffed, emboldened by his friends. "This is MIT, pretty boy. Things work by respect here. And you have none." He raised his fist to punch Ethan's face.
Ethan's reaction was a blur of professional precision.
Ethan ducked slightly, dodging the punch with a speed that barely registered. Then, without even using his System abilities, he simply used a short, perfectly placed boxing hook he had learned before his awakening. The blow slammed directly into the thug's jaw.
The sound was a dry crack that echoed in the semi-empty auditorium. The thug fell to the floor, eyes rolling back, unconscious before his body hit the linoleum.
The three remaining friends froze, their expressions transforming from arrogance to terror. The boy who had just fallen was the captain of the wrestling team.
"Does anyone else have a property issue or a problem with the seating arrangement?" Ethan asked, his voice calm as he brushed nonexistent dust off his suit sleeve.
