Chapter 115 Spitting Blood From Rage

Fighting was all about that rush—one got fired up in a split second, and the more one fought, the more pissed off one got.

At that moment, one didn't care about anything else; one's only goal was to beat the crap out of the other guy.

But this? Blair was standing there, seriously timing everything with a stopwatch, counting down like a referee in the middle of the ring, just missing a whistle to b