After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 25

Chapter 25: Fight

Aberdeen City, five years prior

Under the cloudy skies amongst the urbanscape, two young men—one twenty-five, one eighteen—were duking it out.

It was Ansel and his nominal brother, Garan.

For the past half an hour, the two had been sparring, though it was mostly Ansel trying to land a hit, albeit to no avail.

At this point, the eighteen-year-old Ansel was extremely sweaty and uncomfortable, his fiery red hair sticking to his smooth skin.

Suddenly, the dark-haired Garan grabbed the redhead's arm, throwing him over his shoulder, throwing him straight to the ground.

Oof!

Ansel groaned in pain, eyes squinting from the brightness of the white clouds.

He struggled to get out of the damned ground, handsome face covered with mud from the soil below and his sweat. He felt extremely uncomfortable.

He tilted his head to glare at the other person, who was as stern as always, muscular arms crossed and looking down at him.

Also, to Ansel's chagrin, very handsome.

Garan Witt was extremely good-looking.

He had ebony-black hair described to be as black as the universe by his admirers. This, along with his cerulean eyes deep as the ocean, as well as his masculine and chiseled features, made countless women swoon.

Not to mention, his well-toned body and imposing aura was the goal of all men.

This same man was looking at him like a weakling. Although he didn't show anything on his indifferent face, Ansel couldn't help but feel that he was mocking him.

Damnit!

"Stand up. Be a man." He said, his masculine voice full of imposing aura.

And it gritted on Ansel's ears.

"Althea will be heartbroken to see my bruises!" He couldn't help but quip back, knowing it was a sore spot for the man.

Sure enough, the stoic expression on the overly handsome man's face cracked a bit.

His well-formed eyebrows furrowed and crossed his arms, looking badly at him.

"She knows I do this for your own good." He uttered out, his low baritone voice making him look more mature.

Mature? PFFT!

Lies! Absolute lies!

Ansel immediately opened his mouth to say something sarcastic, but the jerk beat him to it.

"Ah, I see." He paused, "You wish to be saved by a little girl again."

Jerk!!

He mocked him for his baby-acts, but who didn't know he often purposely fascinated Althea with that handsome face of his!

Ptooey!

He could still remember this ice-block acting spoiled when he was with Althea!

Barf!

The sight burned his eyes! Literally!

The anger injected adrenaline in his veins and he immediately stood up ready to resume the fight.

He sprinted towards the man who didn't even bother adopting a defensive stance and a vein of annoyance grew in his head.

Ansel immediately threw a jab at him, which was easily avoided. Immediately, Ansel turned his body to give him a side kick.