Arthur stood near the edge of the mat, his arms were crossed next to his chest, eyes fixated on Ryan's every movement. But when Ryan's next punch landed, Arthur's lips curled into a faint smirk.
That faint smirk, that quiet pride. "The victory's yours. Ryan," Arthur said under his breath. "Now finish the match and savor it whole."
Ryan lunged forward, his feet slid against the mat like a storm breaking through the calm. He unleashed everything which he had left inside of him, each one ounce of strength.
BAM. BAM. BAM.
Twenty strikes — no hesitation, no fear and no wasted motion. The final punch, a perfect straight cross to Jin's jaw.
CRACK!
The sound cut through the noise of the crowd like a whip.
Jin froze, then his eyes slowly rolled back. His knees buckled and his body hit the mat with a heavy thud.
For a brief second, the entire arena including the club members went silent. No one dared to move, no one breathed.
