Chapter 31: A Solo Knockout

Regan frowned, and released his aura, a sudden pressure overwhelmed the player of the black team.

His face turned pale, his body covered in cold sweat, his hands started shivering, Regan let out a mischievous smile.

“I will play” he declared, suddenly, the mockery died down, the black team player exhaled in relief, swatting the beads of sweat on his forehead.

Diana cringed inwardly hearing Regan's decision, he pressed her palm softly and nodded, she reluctantly accepted, and sat on the stand, while Regan left with the black team player.

He avoided being close to Regan, the feeling of suppression was still fresh in him, Regan walked over to where the white team players were sitting, after being running over without response.

“I need a racket” he requested, one of the white team player, a fat young man, with puffy face, he hoarded his racket, the captain shook his head and handed over his.

With a smile on his face, “you don't have to win, don't allow them to bully you” he told Regan, and tapped his shoulder.

Regan nodded and strode towards the opposite court, divided by a net, with the hollow rubber ball.

He bounced on the floor, and held it tightly, glancing over at the other end, Diana watched with palpitating heart, she wasn't too confident about the entire arrangement.

The captain of the black team strode over the other side of the court, boastfully, with a big smile on his face, he stood and faced Regan with a condescending look.

“Pretty boy, I guess, Westley have given birth to someone, who could stand against me in a court to play tennis” he made a mocking remark.

The black team players were all rearing with anger, but none could rebut, they were disgraced by the white team, and their fans abandoned them dejectedly.

Regan ignored him, and raised the ball, a swoop wipe at it, with the racket, sent it flying over the net.

The other team play readied his racket, narrowed his eyes, and swerved his arm, targeting it, like a moving dragon, he missed, and the ball stroke his nose, giving him a broken nose, and his nostrils leaking blood.

“Ahh!” he wailed, letting go of the racket on the floor, covering his nose, his team, all came over, to check on their captain.

Diana blinked her eyes, trying to understand what just happened, “you guys are wasting time” Regan yelled at them.

“If he can't knock the ball, get someone who can” Regan snapped at them, the captain of the black team, was a boastful man, knowing, his ego is on the epicenter of the attack.

He shrugged the surrounding arms, with his twisted nose, and his bloodshot eyes, and his puffy cheek, like a fat bully, about to cry.

“It is my turn to serve” he proclaimed, and requested his team to leave “captain, let's get you a first aid for your nose” his team player proposed.

“No, when I am done with this kid, I will do that” he rebuffed, and took his stand, after picking the hollow rubber ball.

He swiped his racket at it, while it was hovering in midair, sending it flying over the net, Regan calculated the movement, the trajectory, and quickly swerved left, before dashing at it, with a fast pace.

Swoosh!

The ball rebounded, with a higher velocity, rocketing towards the captain of the black team, fear cruised through his body, a bad premonition linger in him, sending goosebumps all over his body.

He moved to swoop at the ball, but it diverted, knocking his forehead, he fell back on the floor, with a big bump on his forehead, big as the ball.

****The white team players couldn't contain their laughter, they all started laughing, enjoying the turn out of the event.

The black team players, rushed over to their captain lying on the floor, breathing heavily his eyes shut, “captain” they called out to him.

He sprang to his feet in a daze, looking around like someone who is lost, his reaction sent a wave of laughter to the white team players.

His face distorted to someone in agony, he was led out of the court, and a block of ice to massage his forehead was given to him.

Regan shouted at the other end “you, pick the racket, let's play” he shouted, pointing a finger at the black team player who had stopped him earlier.

'Oh- no, he is pointing at me'

The player lamented in his head, he didn't wait anymore, he ran away, his colleagues were surprise what was chasing him away.

“What is wrong with him? He looked so scared” his fellow team player commented.

Regan shook his head, and pointed at another of the team player, the one he pointed came forward.

“You think you can do that to me? Dream on” he snorted, and picked the racket.

Swoosh!

He sent the ball flying, Regan rebounded it, and it skipped the net, and bounced at the other end of the court, the other player grabbed his racket tightly, projecting the direction.

A foot and feet forward, he swerved his arm powerfully to return a powered strike, the ball twirled, and he missed the rebound.

Darted to his Adam's apple, “blarg!” his mouth wide open, and he started coughing hysterically with bloodshot eyes.

Everyone stared at him astonishingly, as he flung the racket away, and bent over, holding his neck, his teammates were all put in a dilemma.

One stayed with the captain, while two of his teammates, came to him, and helped him up, they gave him a bottle of water.

He struggled to drink it, he stared at Regan with fear and awe, he quickly left the court, and joined the captain, unable to utter any word.

“Next!” Regan requested loudly, intimidating the black team players.

The three who haven't played, stood rooted, afraid to suffer worse fate “next!” Regan shouted loud and clear.

**Sending a wave of fear to his opponents, who are jittering to make any move.