Akihito struggled with all his might, but no matter how much force he exerted, he couldn't move an inch.
He had always been praised for his strength, never once feeling powerless in a confrontation.
Yet now, faced with trained professionals, the overwhelming gap in ability was a harsh and shocking reality.
Clive stepped forward, stopping just inches away from Akihito's face, his polished shoes almost touching the fallen student's nose.
Looking down with an air of complete dominance, he spoke in a calm yet chilling tone,
"Quit your struggling—it's pointless. You have no one to blame but yourself for choosing the wrong victim."
Akihito froze for a moment, his mind struggling to process the sheer humiliation of being forced into such a degrading position.
Never in his life had he bowed to another person, let alone been subdued so effortlessly.
His face burned with fury as he clenched his teeth, spitting out his frustration.
