Pitching the ball accurately, swiftly, and powerfully was something that he had to master. He had to practice endlessly for this, and he'd always been proud of himself. It was also something he applied in daily life, particularly when getting into fights with others.

It had never failed him over the years—this was a first, and it was a horrible defeat. The baseball team captain gulped and widened his eyes in disbelief. "How's this possible? How could you catch my punch?"

Darius rolled his eyes. "I've played nice with you because you've contributed much to the university's reputation." His tone was calm, which caught the baseball team captain off-guard—he thought Darius was going to mock him, but Darius had complimented him instead. However, he regretted this thought almost as soon as it had formed in his mind, especially when he felt Darius' grip on his fist tighten.

He let out a cry of pain; it was loud enough for everyone present to hear him. Terror washed over everyone, especially