I Was Born With A Bloodline That Ended The World-Chapter 103: A Glimpse of Malice

Rhian gripped the metal railing so hard he felt it start to warp and bend. His knuckles were white, his jaw clenched tight as he watched the fight below.

He didn’t understand what Justin was doing. With every other opponent, Justin had moved efficiently, never going out of his way to punish or humiliate. But with Nia, he wasn’t just winning, he was breaking her.

Rhian could see it. Every time Justin pressed his foot into Nia’s back, every time he twisted her arm or slammed her into the stone, it was deliberate.

It wasn’t about victory anymore. It was about something else, something cruel and personal.

Rhian’s breath came slow and heavy. He felt a spark of anger growing in his chest, tight and hot.

As Justin pushed down harder, pinning Nia’s shoulders to the ground, Rhian’s eyes caught the faintest flicker in Justin’s expression. It wasn’t the calm indifference he’d shown before.

Justin’s gaze shifted, just for a moment, and Rhian saw it: a flicker of amusement, a cold, almost dismissive satisfaction as he glanced up, directly at Rhian.

It was a look that said he knew exactly what he was doing. That he was sending a message.

Rhian’s eyes narrowed. He forced himself to let go of the railing, his fingers leaving dents in the metal. He took a slow breath, his pulse loud in his ears.

Justin shifted his foot again, the motion small but enough to press Nia’s face further into the stone. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her hands still clawing weakly at the ground.

His eyes never left Rhian’s, that cold glimmer of malice lingering there.

Rhian’s heart pounded. He didn’t know what Justin was thinking, but he knew one thing for certain, this wasn’t about Nia anymore. It was about him.

And as he watched Nia’s body tremble under the weight of Justin’s foot, Rhian realized just how far Justin was willing to go to prove that point.

Nia’s breath was ragged, her cheek pressed hard against the cold stone, but she refused to stop pushing back.

Her arms shook as she tried to lift herself, her body resisting even as her strength slipped away.

Justin didn’t move. His foot pressed down harder, pinning her in place. "Stay down," he said softly, his voice cold and bored.

Nia’s fingers dug into the ground. She lifted her head just enough to glare at him, her lips bloodied but still set in a stubborn line. "No," she gasped out.

Rhian felt every word, every breath she forced out. But he could do nothing. He stood there, his hand still gripping the twisted railing, his body tight with frustration and anger he couldn’t release.

Justin didn’t look away from Nia’s eyes, and his foot shifted again, pressing down with finality.

The small, cruel smile he gave her wasn’t one of respect, it was a smile that said he was enjoying this. Enjoying showing her exactly where she stood.

Nia’s head finally fell back to the stone, her breath rattling in her chest, her body still twitching with defiance even though she couldn’t rise again.

The announcer’s voice boomed over the arena"Winner: Justin Harman."

Justin stepped back, letting Nia’s body go limp as he turned to walk away, his expression calm, as if the fight had been nothing more than a formality.

Rhian watched him leave, his heart pounding in his chest, his anger boiling just beneath the surface.

He didn’t know what Justin was trying to prove, but he knew one thing for sure, he wasn’t going to let it go unanswered.

Nia stayed still for a moment, her body sinking against the ground like the weight of the world had finally pinned her down.

Her shoulders were tense, muscles coiled like they might still be ready to spring, but they didn’t. Her arms trembled as she tried to push herself up, only to slip back down again.

She took a shuddering breath, her fingers clawing at the floor, nails scraping stone as she forced her body to move.

Inch by inch, she dragged herself to her knees, her head low and her breath rasping in her throat.

She didn’t meet anyone’s eyes. Her own gaze stayed fixed on the floor in front of her, unfocused, like she was lost in her own thoughts or too ashamed to look up.

When she finally stood, her movements were slow, each step like she was carrying her own defeat on her shoulders.

Her arms hung limply by her sides, her fingers still curled into fists, but there was no strength in them anymore.

She turned her head just slightly, enough to see Rhian out of the corner of her eye. She didn’t say anything.

She didn’t have to. The flicker of frustration and stubbornness in her expression said it all, she wouldn’t forget this.

With that, she walked away from the center of the arena, each step measured and controlled, her back straight even though everything else in her posture spoke of exhaustion and pain.

She left the arena quietly, her head still low.

Rhian watched Nia walk off, her steps heavy with defeat. He felt a tightness in his chest, an ache that settled deep.

She had been so sure, so ready. But now she looked... different. Shaken in a way he hadn’t seen before.

He didn’t have time to process it. The announcer’s voice cut through the air.

"RHIAN LOCKE VS. NICK NICKLESON!"

The name barely registered. Rhian’s jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing. He forced himself to stand straight, his shoulders rolling back as he sucked in a breath.

He stepped forward, boots scraping the stone, his expression flat and focused. His mind was still stuck on Nia, on the way she had looked when she walked away.

He knew what he needed to do. He knew what he wanted to do.

Nick Nickleson was already there, shifting from foot to foot, trying to look confident. But the moment their eyes met, Rhian saw it, the uncertainty, the nervous flicker in the other boy’s stare.

Rhian didn’t smile. He just walked to his place in the ring, his shoulders set and his eyes cold.

He didn’t know who Nick Nickleson was, and in that moment, he didn’t care. Today, someone was going to pay for what he had just watched.

And Nick Nickleson was the unlucky one standing in front of him.