Such fast reflexes…
Even if Ashton hadn’t acted just now, she could have intercepted the arrow herself.
But she never expected that behind Ashton’s seemingly naive demeanor lay such astonishing agility and reaction speed.
Appearing completely unaffected by what had just happened, Avira glanced at Ashton beside her and said, “Let’s play ball together…”
Ashton looked her up and down, confirming she was unharmed, then smiled softly and nodded. “Okay…”
The gym floor was littered with people sprawled everywhere, evidence of a recent chaotic brawl.
Several boys dressed in archery club uniforms looked severely beaten and hadn’t yet recovered from the shock.
“Hey! Who are you two?”
A boy wearing a karate uniform stepped forward, adjusting his outfit with a sneer. “Don’t you know the gym is now claimed as the territory of the Karate Club?”
“Huh…?”
Avira Nassy tilted her head in confusion. “The gym… should belong to the Basketball Club, right?”
“Basketball Club?”
The boy exaggeratedly repeated those words, his face full of scorn and disdain.
It was as if even mentioning the Basketball Club was a disgrace.
“That trash club has been dead for ages! The gym has been carved up by other clubs as their expansion territory.”
“Nope…”
Avira interrupted him, her voice soft and lazy, like someone freshly woken from a nap. “The Basketball Club hasn’t been disbanded, so the gym… still belongs to the Basketball Club.”
“What did you say?” The boy in the karate uniform immediately grabbed her collar.
“The gym belongs to the Basketball Club…”
Avira Nassy looked up, her sleepy eyes meeting his hostile expression as she lazily lifted her gaze. “So now, please… leave this place.”
“You punk! You’ve got some nerve! Everyone in the Basketball Club is just a useless embarrassment to Eastwest!”
He raised his fist to punch her!
Smack!—Ashton, standing beside Avira, effortlessly intercepted the punch.
Before Avira realized it, Ashton had pulled her behind him, shielding her.
In that moment, an aura of chilling intensity radiated from him, stunning the boy with the raised fist.
These two people looked completely non-threatening.
Yet… he had stopped his punch with such ease…
The boy knew how much force he’d used, but it had been blocked as if it were nothing…
The surrounding onlookers also fell silent, staring in disbelief at the silver-haired boy.
Anyone who saw Ashton for the first time would assume he was as delicate as he looked.
Their karate club leader, who was a three-time provincial champion, had just had his attack effortlessly stopped?
“This year’s Basketball Club… will no longer be trash.”
Avira tilted her head slightly, her misty gaze sweeping over the confused crowd. “Eastwest’s glory… will belong to the Basketball Club this year.”
Her soft voice, in that instant, carried an undeniable aura of authority, spreading swiftly and irresistibly.
It was as if all the light around them gathered on her, creating a halo that was dreamy and ethereal, breathtakingly beautiful.
“Fine!”
The boy pulled his fist back, glaring down at her. “I’m Voldemort, the Karate Club’s captain! If you want the gym, then fight me one-on-one! If you win, the gym will be yours, and the Karate Club will guard it for you, making sure no one else lays a hand on it!”
The other Karate Club members were dumbfounded.
“Did I hear that right? What’s wrong with the captain? We worked so hard to seize the gym from others!”
“What are you worried about? That little punk is only 165 centimeters! Do you think he can beat the captain? Didn’t you see how that silver-haired guy had to save him from the archery club’s arrow just now?”
“That’s not the point! The captain’s actually challenging a basketball loser! Has the captain lost his mind?”
“You’re the one who’s lost your mind!”
Voldemort turned and glared fiercely at his members before looking back at Avira, his expression grim. “Well? Do you dare?”
Ashton was about to step forward when Avira held out her hand to stop him.
“Man… let me…”
“No need…” Avira shook her head and turned her gaze back to Voldemort. “The gym has always been the territory of the Basketball Club… Now that the rightful owners have returned, there’s no need to make such a pointless bet.”
She said this and walked around him, heading toward the interior of the gym to check on the remaining facilities.
“If you don’t fight me today, then forget about getting the gym!”
Voldemort roared with anger and lunged, aiming a punch at her back.
Everyone thought that punch would definitely land.
But just at that moment, Nassy suddenly turned, tilting her head to the side—not quickly, but effortlessly dodging his punch.
At the same time, she lifted her hand and chopped toward his face.
The strike didn’t connect, but it shocked Voldemort. Before he could react, a sharp gust of wind brushed past his forehead.
That slender hand had stopped just five centimeters from his face!
“If I hit you… you’d turn into an idiot,” Avira Nassy tilted her head, a harmless smile curving her lips, as if stating a simple fact.
Voldemort froze, dumbfounded.
He knew how powerful that gust from her hand was. If the strike had landed, who knew what the consequences would’ve been…
Gasps of astonishment spread through the crowd. “Did… did Captain Voldemort just get beaten?”
“With… just one strike?”
“Who is that guy…? He’s incredible!”
Avira withdrew her hand and, ignoring the stunned Voldemort, prepared to walk inside. But suddenly, she felt a weight at her feet.
She looked down in confusion and saw Voldemort, teary-eyed, kneeling at her feet and clinging to her leg.
“Boss! Please let me call you Boss! Your height isn’t suited for basketball! Don’t go down the wrong path! Join the Karate Club and help us win glory for the school!”
