Chapter 78
"Bam!, bam!!!"
The heavy sound of impact against skill filled the empty hall, the sun spilling through the circular glass roof that shone directly onto the ring.
It caught the two men who went at it hard and professionally rough in the center, their faces stoned and chill, the ropes rippling with every strike and twist as if cheering for them.
Their carved, toned muscles flexed with each throw, each spin landing with deliberate intent—rings of sweat and faint exhaustion creeping into their movements, soaking their boxing shorts.
"Again!" came the coach's voice—loud, firm, and commanding—slicing through the air with pride, discipline, and unspoken encouragement to the other men who sat watching the match unfold in brute force.
The only source of light was the sunlight that streamed from the roof, the air thick with the faint scent of sweat, iron, and worn leather.
