Morrow's aura surged, the dark red energy around him thickening until it crackled like a living storm. He rolled his shoulders, the grinding sound of his joints echoing through the arena as he straightened to his full height.
"That was a good punch," Morrow said, his voice low, carrying a hint of genuine acknowledgment. "But it's still not enough to bring me down."
Andrey's eyes narrowed as the pressure in the arena doubled. 'He's getting stronger... his aura is still rising.'
The announcer's voice boomed through the speakers, laced with theatrical excitement. "Ladies and gentlemen! It seems our undefeated champion has decided to stop playing around! He's entering—BERSERK MODE!"
The crowd erupted, a wave of savage cheers washing over the arena. "MORROW! MORROW! MORROW!" The chant swelled, a primal roar of hunger and anticipation.
Morrow's dead eyes gleamed with cold anticipation. He crouched low, his massive muscles coiling like a spring.
