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.

and heard the situation from Woodrow outside, Tom’s temper flared when he heard

pay him no mind and continued to taunt, “You couldn’t humiliate yourself enough on stage

Tom grabbed Carl’s

it on!

a punch. People from both sides

up the

the sound system, causing her forehead to bleed and her

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

to check what

a video of

ward, a row of young men with various styles

of color. Her forehead was wrapped in bandages, to

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