Ariana responded calmly, “This practice room belongs to my group. You should vacate it immediately.”

“It belongs to you?” Carl scoffed and sneered, “It was yours. Now it’s ours. Is there an issue with us using it?”

Ariana stood her ground and retorted, “The production team has designated practice rooms for each team. We shouldn’t share or lend them out.”

Carl sneered, “Do these doomed teams still bother practicing for the next round? What’s the point guys?”

He glanced at his buddies behind him, and they nodded in agreement.

“Who is saying such nasty words this early in the morning?” A strong voice came from outside the door, and Ariana turned to find an irate Tom bursting through the door.

Tom’s temper flared

mind and continued to taunt, “You couldn’t humiliate

Tom

it on! I’ll show you what I’m made

snapped and threw a punch. People from both sides immediately stepped in, and chaos

to break up the

head collided with the sharp corner of the sound system, causing her forehead to bleed and her to lose

young fighters were shaken. Tom pushed Carl aside, picked up

the commotion and peeked out to check what was going on. They saw

made a video of the incident and shared it

hospital ward, a row of young men with various styles stood

drained of color. Her forehead was wrapped

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