They clashed once again, exchanging blows with increasing speed.
BAM!
Julian landed a clean hit to Uzan's jaw, only to receive a punishing strike to his sternum in return.
BAM!
Neither fighter attempted to dodge or evade—each standing their ground and meeting force with force.
"This isn't normal," Tylo whispered from the stands, his face pale with worry.
"They're just... taking hits."
Rean nodded, his knuckles white as he gripped the seat in front of him.
"It's like they're testing who can withstand more punishment."
In the ring, Julian and Uzan had established a brutal rhythm.
Julian would land a precise combination, targeting the same clusters of energy-absorbing spheres on Uzan's body.
Uzan would weather the assault, then deliver his own devastating counter-attack, channeling the absorbed energy back into his strikes.
Blood spattered the arena floor as Uzan's fist connected with Julian's mouth, splitting his lip.
