The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy



Chapter 0347

Round after round passes, and I'm devastated when I start to see Luca flagging. It's not obvious - not to anyone but those of us who know him intimately. But his blows - they're a little bit slower. His footwork just the tiniest bit sloppier.

He also stops showboating a bit between rounds, instead heading straight to his corner to have a tense discussion with his uncle. The crowd still roars for him, and he's still winning round after round on skill alone... Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

But.

I can see Rafe's point that what the Atalaxian is trying to do here is not demonstrate his skill, or play fair, or put on any display of ability. No, he's just here to bide his time, to wait for his opportunity, to wear down his opponent, and then strike when the iron is hot.

I glance, just once, at my father and my uncle, who stand tensely together, watching the bout. And I wonder if this has been the method of their opponent for twenty years - if this has been the Atalaxian way.

brutality is something new. The way dad and Roger talk quietly to each other, their eyes fixed on the bout, lets me know that something, al least, is intriguing them here. That this is not just an opportunity to watch a promixing young

desperate, suddenly, to

I lean forward, my eyes focusing on Luca as I realize that he's making a big move -

wall - but then I gasp along with everyone else as the Atalaxian lets out an insane roar and thrust himself up from the ropes, swinging

as the Atalaxian barrels forward like a bull, clearly out of control and in a complete rage. His blows are uncoordinated and wild, easy for Luca to dodge, but the surprise on Luca's face lets me know that this is unexpected - and unprecedented. And that

two fighters find their footing, coming back together, but I shake my head suddenly - because the

a rage in his eyes as he stares at Luca -

comes in fast pants now as I look between them, as I watch the Atalaxian

realize that the bout

in Luca's

forward, his fists lashing out, moving insanely fast, roaring as he goes. Luca falls back as he's done before

side, as he stumbles back against the ropes, as the Atalaxian comers him there and starts to pound on him. Luca grits his teeth and puts his hands up, protecting his head. But I see him gasp in