Kael had always been exceptional. In boxing, his undefeated record from the very beginning made him someone no one ever worried about. People simply watched his matches to admire how elegantly he defeated his opponents.
Failure wasn’t something anyone associated with Kael. He had never lost.
But today, Kael faced two boxers at once.
I recognized them immediately-they were ranked second and third at the Eagle Club.
They teamed up against Kael. No matter how skilled Kael was, could a single person handle two boxers of their caliber?
Why was he pushing himself so hard?
It wasn’t even an official match-just training. Yet by the end of it, Kael was covered in injuries.
He stepped off the ring, grabbed a bottle of water handed to him, and began drinking in large gulps.
Soon, he noticed me watching and walked over.
“Seraphina, I’m really happy to see you,” he said, offering me a brilliant smile.
I didn’t know if he smiled at all women this way.
I kept my expression cold, but I noticed the wounds covering his body. His cheek was swollen, and there were visible injuries on his arms and chest.
It was the first time I had seen him so battered. Strangely, I felt a pang of pain in my chest.
Catching myself, I immediately scolded myself inwardly.
How could I feel sorry for him?
Kael wouldn’t feel pain-he was a werewolf. If he wanted his wounds to heal, they would heal instantly.
Did he even know what pain was?
“Why are you pushing yourself so hard today?” I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.
I reminded myself that I wasn’t worried about Kael. I was just curious.
I had never seen one person train against two boxers before.
Kael’s deep brown eyes locked onto mine. After a long pause, he finally said, “Because I’ll be fighting Briarbiu soon. He’s strong, and I’m worried I might lose this match.”
I was startled. “That’s impossible. You’re amazing.”
“But Briar has been improving quickly. Recently, he’s beaten all the opponents I’ve faced in the past. Except for the one match he lost to me, his win rate is also one hundred percent.”
My mind immediately conjured Briar’s face-his calm demeanor, his handsome features.
I thought of the time we spent together at the bar.
Briar was gentle and had a completely different aura from Kael.
He didn’t sleep around like Kael did. Even with countless women chasing him, he paid them no attention.
He seemed like the serious type.
And I knew that when serious people got focused, they could become unstoppable.
Last time, Briar nearly tied with Kael.
Next time, he might actually win.
“What are you going to do?”
“I can’t lose, Seraphina. I have to defend my honor,” Kael said, but then he sighed. “Still, I’m not confident.”
He lowered his head, looking defeated.
I had never seen Kael like this before.
In boxing, his strongest domain, he always appeared relaxed and invincible.
This was the first time I’d seen him so tense.
Briar was indeed a formidable opponent. It was natural for Kael to feel anxious.
He had been at the top for so long. Everyone thought of him as untouchable, a god who couldn’t lose. He probably believed it himself.
That’s why his anxiety must have been a hundred times worse than anyone else’s.
Seeing him like this, I couldn’t help but try to comfort him.
“Don’t worry, Kael. You’ll win.”
Even though I disliked him, seeing him look so dejected stirred something in me. I couldn’t stop my sympathy.
“Seraphina, the match is in a week. It’s this weekend. I’m so nervous. Will you stay with me?”
His voice was pleading, and his expression was cautious.
God, I didn’t think I was that important to him.
Yet Kael gave me the impression that I mattered to him-a lot.
“You don’t have to do anything. Just watch me train,” he said.
I nodded. “Okay.”
From a distance, someone called out to Kael. “Kael, are you ready? Want to keep training?”
“I’m coming,” he replied.
Then he waved at me. “Stay and watch. Don’t leave.”
His tone was like that of a frightened, abandoned puppy.
“Don’t worry. I won’t leave,” I reassured him.
Kael climbed back into the ring.
The moment he stepped inside, his entire demeanor changed.
On the ground, he joked and chatted with everyone. But in the ring, his face turned cold, and his gaze sharpened.
This time, he sparred with just one opponent and seemed much more at ease.
As they fought, Kael suddenly said, “Let’s make it two again.”
Two opponents launched their attacks simultaneously. Kael ducked and dodged, easily evading both of their strikes.
He moved swiftly, throwing a jab at the boxer on his right, who barely dodged it.
The one on his left countered with a right hook aimed at Kael’s head.
Kael instantly raised his left hand to block the attack.
Compared to earlier, when he struggled against two opponents, he now seemed much more composed.
He had figured out their rhythm. He dodged their attacks effortlessly and found opportunities to strike back.
After several rounds, both boxers surrendered.
“I can’t do it, Kael. You’re too strong,” one said.
“Even with both of us, we can’t beat you,” the other added.
“That’s why you need more training,” Kael replied, wiping the sweat from his body with a towel, breathing heavily.
Even with his incredible stamina, so many matches had worn him out.
He gave instructions to the others, then jumped down from the ring.
He walked over to me.
I could feel the eyes of the others on us, curious about my relationship with Kael.
Lately, I had become somewhat of a celebrity on campus.
Maybe it was because I’d been in the spotlight too long, but I no longer cared about their stares.
“What do you think, Seraphina? Will I win?” he asked, still uncertain.
“You will, Kael. You just need to believe in yourself.”