Chapter 17: The Ambush
The air inside Bloodfang High grew thick with tension. Rumors of Dikun Silver's growing influence spread like wildfire, and with each passing day, more eyes turned toward him. But while students whispered and speculated, one truth was inevitable — Graves would retaliate.
And that moment had come.
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South Wing — Hours Later
The once-chaotic South Wing had grown oddly quiet. The usual clusters of troublemakers lingered, but there was no laughter. Only wary glances and hushed murmurs. Dikun could feel it — the weight of something looming.
"They're watching," Rico muttered, his eyes darting to the corners where students lingered like shadows. "It's like they're waiting for something."
"They are," Dikun said calmly. His fists clenched, the tension crawling beneath his skin. "Graves wants to make a statement."
> System Notification:
Event Triggered:
Iron Fang Retaliation
Defend Against the Ambush
Maintain Control of the South Wing
Prevent Losses
The system's message rang in his mind, but Dikun didn't flinch. He had expected this.
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A Calculated Strike
"Stay sharp," Dikun warned. "They won't come at us like cowards."
But just as the words left his mouth, a crashing noise echoed from the far end of the corridor. The heavy metal doors to the South Wing slammed open.
A group of Iron Fang members poured through, their snarling wolf emblems gleaming beneath the dim lights. At their head stood Jax, his bruises barely healed from their last fight. But this time, he wasn't alone.
"Silver!" Jax roared, his grin twisted with malice. "Graves sends his regards."
Behind him were seven Iron Fangs — hardened fighters, their knuckles taped and their glares burning with intent. Students scattered, pressing against the walls, eager to witness the inevitable carnage.
But Dikun didn't retreat.
"Kellan. Tori. Rico," he said firmly, his voice cutting through the chaos. "With me."
Kellan cracked his knuckles, a vicious grin spreading across his face. "Been waiting for this."
Tori adjusted the collar of her jacket, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Let's see how far the Iron Fangs have fallen."
> System Notification:
Combat Initiated:
Dikun's Gang (4 Members) vs Iron Fangs (8 Members)
Victory Condition: Defeat All Opponents
Bonus Objective: Prevent Any Allies from Falling
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The Clash Begins
Jax wasted no time. He barreled forward, his massive frame swinging a brutal right hook. But Dikun was faster. His Muay Thai instincts kicked in, and he sidestepped, raising his forearm to block.
> Skill Progression: Muay Thai (F-Class) — 60%
"Too slow," Dikun growled, countering with a sharp elbow strike that grazed Jax's jaw.
Jax stumbled, but his snarl only widened. "You're dead, Silver!"
Around them, chaos erupted. Kellan crashed into two Iron Fangs, his brute strength sending one sprawling to the ground. Tori weaved between her opponents, her swift strikes leaving bruises and shattered pride.
Rico wasn't as skilled, but his relentless determination kept his opponent on the defensive. The scrawny fighter ducked and dodged, his wild swings occasionally connecting.
> System Notification:
Combat Progress:
Dikun's Gang Remaining: 4
Iron Fangs Remaining: 5
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Jax's Rage
Jax roared, the humiliation from their previous fight still burning in his mind. He lunged at Dikun, his fists like sledgehammers. But Dikun's footwork flowed with practiced ease. Muay Thai and Boxing blended seamlessly — every dodge calculated, every counter fierce.
> Skill Progression: Boxing (F-Class) — 98%
Skill Progression: Muay Thai (F-Class) — 65%
"You're stronger," Jax spat, his breathing ragged. "But strength won't save you from Graves."
Dikun's eyes locked onto him. "I don't need saving."
With a sudden burst of movement, Dikun feinted left, drawing Jax's guard. Then, with devastating precision, he twisted his body — driving a sharp knee straight into Jax's ribs. The crack echoed through the corridor.
Jax crumpled to the ground, gasping for air.
> System Notification:
Enemy Defeated: Jax
But there was no time to celebrate. Tori and Kellan had finished their fights, but one Iron Fang remained — a wiry figure with quick, dangerous movements.
"Enough!" Dikun's voice rang out, his glare stopping the fighter in his tracks. "You lost. Run back to Graves and tell him — this wing is mine."
The Iron Fang hesitated. Then, with a bitter curse, he fled. The remaining students watched in awe as Dikun stood victorious.
> System Notification:
Battle Won: South Wing Secured
Reputation Increased: Rising Leader
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Aftermath
Kellan wiped blood from his knuckles, a satisfied grin on his face. "That was a message Graves won't ignore."
Tori nodded. "But it's only the beginning. He'll come harder next time."
Dikun's gaze hardened. "Let him."
But even as the tension settled, one thing was certain. The South Wing was his now. The first step in a war that had only just begun.
> System Notification:
Territory Gained: South Wing (1/3 Zones)
Gang Progress: 4/10 Members
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Next Chapter:
With the South Wing under his control, Dikun sets his sights on the next territory. But as his name spreads, new threats emerge — not just from Graves, but from those who seek to challenge the rise of Silver's gang.