Rival

As Leo's black eyes locked onto Su Yang's golden ones, an unspoken battle of wills took place between them.

Su Yang's grip on Leo's hand was firm, unwavering—yet as seconds passed, he tightened it further, applying slow, deliberate pressure.

It wasn't just a handshake. It was a test.

A test of endurance. Of composure.

The students around them watched in tense silence, the more experienced ones recognizing what was happening.

Leo felt the sharp constriction around his fingers, the way Su Yang subtly altered the pressure to stop the blood flow while crushing the smallest capillaries beneath his skin. It was a slow but calculated application of force—not enough to break bones, but enough to send a message.

Yet, Leo's expression never wavered.

His grip remained as steady as it had been from the start. He did not flinch. He did not react.

And Su Yang noticed.

His smirk widened as he finally released his grip, stepping back.