Rise Online: Return of the Legendary Player



"Sorry to interrupt, but can we just talk politely and leave the boys alone?" Klaus asked, snapping his fingers.

In addition, Klaus faced the bullies with a serious expression that conveyed determination and courage. The bullies, surprised by Klaus' intrusion, cast threatening glances in his direction.

"What do you think you're doing, Klaus? Do you think you can challenge us?" One of the bullies inquired with an insolent smile.

On the other hand, Klaus did not back down and stood his ground. He knew it would be a tough fight, but he couldn't just let the bullies continue to harass the defenseless boys, and if possible, he wanted the golden ticket as a reward for helping them. Still, Klaus would like to try to settle this through dialogue, so he held up his hands.

"I'm not here to argue, I'm asking you to leave these boys alone. They are doing their best to find the golden tickets, as we all are. Why don't you do the same?" Klaus replied, looking the bullies in the eye.

The bullies exchanged glances, assessing the situation. Although they were confident in their physical strength, they realized that Klaus was not going to back down.

The boys being bullied remained on the ground, unresponsive. They didn't know what to do. Of course, they had heard rumors about Klaus and had seen him around campus a few times, but now that he was helping them, he seemed even more amazing than they had imagined.

"You were warned, Klaus. This will not end well for you." One of the bullies threatened, clenching his fists.

Klaus stared at the three bullies with determination and focus. The muscles in his body tensed in preparation for the battle ahead.

The bullies, initially confident in their numerical and muscular superiority, cast harsh glances in Klaus' direction.

The atmosphere around them became tense and the boys who had been bullied watched with wide eyes, as did Andrew, Cloe and Emily a few feet away.

With a step forward by one of the three members of the athletic department, the fight began. The first bully stepped forward, running, and when he was close enough, he threw a punch straight at Klaus' face. With a simple movement of his foot, Klaus deftly sidestepped and gracefully deflected the blow. Taking advantage of the opening, he countered with a precise side kick that struck the bully's flank.

Robin, as the taller and less muscular bully was called, felt the tremendous force of Klaus' kick and found it impossible not to widen his eyes. At that moment he realized that the muscles Klaus had were not just an illusion because he always wore jackets and sweaters, on the contrary, his strength was overwhelming, frightening and made every bone in his body ache. Robin fell to his knees with a terrible pain in his stomach.

Meanwhile, the second tyrant approached. His name was Wesley, and he was definitely more muscular than the first, but he was also shorter, so his wingspan was smaller. Determined to use his brute strength and speed to subdue Klaus, he raised his left arm and launched a fist strike in a downward motion.

Klaus blocked the attack with his forearms, feeling the impact of the blow reverberate through his body.

Wasting no time, Klaus countered with a series of punches in his direction, hitting the bully in the face without giving him time to even think about dodging. Each blow completely stunned Wesley, weakening the bully's resistance and making his conscience waver.

The next tyrant was more cautious in his approach, observing the dynamics of the first few fights, no wonder he was the deputy head of the athletics department. His name was Philip, and he took advantage of the moment when Klaus was busy with the other two opponents to move silently behind him. With stealthy but fast steps he crept up on them, planning to surprise Klaus from behind. But Klaus was more than used to being aware of his surroundings. With a quick change of stance, he spun around and blocked the sneak attack with one hand, holding Philip's fist. He then used his strength and agility to rattle his opponent, quickly spinning him around and hurling him at Robin, who was still on the ground.

Wesley, his nose bleeding, regained his senses after a few seconds and lunged furiously at Klaus.

So the fight continued at a frenetic pace, with the thugs standing no chance.

Klaus demonstrated a combination of precise and fluid movements, avoiding the bully's attacks while throwing his own. The force of his punches and kicks was superior, causing the bullies to recoil momentarily at each impact. And despite their numerical superiority, they began to show signs of fatigue and frustration. They were not used to facing an opponent as skilled as Klaus, nor had they imagined that he would be so strong. Their initial confidence was already completely shattered.

Klaus, realizing the advantage he had gained, stepped up his offensive to put an end to it as soon as possible.

At the same time, everyone was watching the fight with great surprise. Klaus had such a calm and peaceful aura most of the time that it was hard to imagine that he could be so brutal and ruthless when necessary. His movements were a combination of technique, strength, and agility, impressing everyone present.

The intimidated boys watched with wide eyes, amazed at Klaus' skill. This was more than they could have imagined, it was like watching a real action movie. Klaus was not only defending them, he was fighting to help them.

As the fight continued, Klaus moved with almost surgical precision. Every punch and block was executed masterfully, demonstrating his experience and martial arts skills. His fists and feet moved in perfect choreography.

Klaus' determined expression never wavered, and his focused gaze conveyed an unwavering confidence. At that moment, Klaus looked more like Kaizen than himself, taking on three opponents simultaneously with remarkable skill.