I thought he would slam the table while standing up, attempting to intimidate me like his servants, but I guess he wasn't as petty as I thought.
"I know you're trying to be nice, but I just know under the disgusting mask of yours, you're just an asshole. Want me to prove it to you?"
"Oh, and how will you do that, you spoiled little girl?"
"I'll do it by beating your sorry ass in a one-on-one. No restrictions, and the only way the match will end is if one person is knocked out or maybe… just maybe… somebody dies."
A smile slithered onto my face as I knew this was the perfect chance to prove my strength not only to my mother but also to these assholes who wanted to put me down.
…
Not even an hour later and I was standing in the massive open ceiling training arena, which had so much open space that it was triple the size of my own training arena.
