Teacher vs. King

The Classroom Becomes a Battlefield

A thick tension strangled the air.

Elias rolled up his sleeves, his movements deliberate, calculated—just like the equations he loved. His sharp blue eyes flickered between Tyrell and his crew, scanning them like a mathematician solving a complex problem.

Tyrell cracked his knuckles. His crew spread out, blocking exits. The message was clear:

No escape.

Mr. Carter still stood frozen at the door, jaw slightly open. "Are you two insane? This is a classroom!"

Elias adjusted his tie, calm as ever. "Carter, if you stay there any longer, you might become collateral damage."

Carter blinked. "Wh—collateral—?"

Tyrell moved first.

He lunged, a right hook aiming straight for Elias' jaw.

Too predictable.

Elias sidestepped, letting the punch sail past his face. With one smooth motion, he placed a hand on Tyrell's back and gave him the slightest push—redirecting his momentum.

Tyrell stumbled forward, nearly crashing into a desk.

The students watching gasped.

"Did he just—?"

"Bruh, he made Tyrell look stupid."

Elias dusted off his hands, exhaling. "Momentum, Tyrell. Mass times velocity. You had the mass, but your velocity was all wrong."

Tyrell straightened up, eyes flashing. He wiped his mouth and smirked. "Aight. No more testing."

This time, he didn't attack alone.

Jamal and Rico moved in.

Jamal, with his sheer size and power, swung a heavy fist toward Elias' ribs. Rico, faster, aimed a punch at his head.

A two-on-one attack.

Elias exhaled.

Three steps ahead.

One fluid motion.

He ducked under Rico's strike and grabbed Jamal's wrist mid-swing—using the bigger guy's own strength against him. A sharp twist—

CRASH!

Jamal's massive body slammed into the nearest desk, knocking it over.

Rico's punch hit nothing but air. Off-balance. Vulnerable.

Perfect.

Elias grabbed a piece of chalk from the teacher's desk—

And flicked it.

THWACK!

Direct hit—right between Rico's eyes.

Rico stumbled back, hands over his face. "THE HELL?! CHALK?! REALLY?!"

Elias sighed, shaking his head. "Basic geometry, Rico. Angles. If you can't even dodge a straight projectile, how do you expect to hit a moving target?"

The classroom erupted.

"Bro, this dude is INSANE!"

"He's toying with them!"

Tyrell clenched his fists.

No more games.

He adjusted his stance—this time, sharper, focused.

Elias noticed.

The kid had real skill. Controlled aggression. Experience.

Tyrell exhaled and rushed in again.

This time, his movements were smarter. Feints, precise footwork, small shifts in weight.

He wasn't just throwing punches anymore.

He was thinking.

Elias grinned.

Finally.

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The Math Teacher's Counterattack

Tyrell threw a rapid one-two combination. Faster. Sharper.

Elias dodged the first—but barely.

He adjusted.

Pivoted.

And countered.

A sharp, precise palm strike to Tyrell's shoulder.

Tyrell flinched—his balance thrown off for just a second.

Elias didn't waste it.

He stepped in.

A low sweep—efficient, mathematical.

Tyrell's legs were gone.

Falling.

Crashing.

Boom.

The King of Blackridge was on the ground.

The classroom fell silent.

No one had ever put Tyrell down before.

Not like this.

Not in his own territory.

And Elias?

He just adjusted his tie.

"Interesting," he murmured, stepping back. "You have potential, Tyrell. You actually think when you fight. A rare quality around here."

Tyrell slowly sat up, eyes burning with something new.

Not just anger.

Not just frustration.

Something deeper.

Respect.

Jamal and Rico helped him up, still stunned.

Tyrell wiped his mouth, then chuckled.

"...Damn, Teach." He stretched his shoulder. "You might actually be the real deal."

Elias raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Finally realizing that?"

Tyrell grinned.

Then, he walked away.

No threats.

No more challenges.

Just a smirk.

As if saying, "This isn't over."

And as he passed Elias, he muttered just loud enough for him to hear—

"You're different, Clarke. I'll give you that. But this school? It doesn't change that easy."

Elias watched him go.

Something told him—

Tyrell wasn't wrong.

This fight was only the beginning.

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Aftermath – A New Reputation

By lunch, the entire school knew.

Mr. Clarke wasn't normal.

He didn't just teach math.

He lived it.

And when he fought?

He won.

The balance of power had shifted.

For the first time in years—Blackridge High had no king.

And everyone was asking the same question—

Who would take the throne next?

Elias, meanwhile, just wanted to drink his coffee.

And maybe—just maybe—

Get through one damn class without