The crowd gasped.
"Whoa! George isn't holding back today!" someone shouted.
Nnenna steadied herself, clenching her jaw. That hit was harder than usual. She had watched all his previous matches... he's never fought this aggressively before.
Arthur, watching from the VIP section, leaned forward, brows furrowed. "His movements… they're sharper, but a bit different. It's like he's adjusted his style in less than 10 minutes."
Carl crossed his arms tightly. "Adjusted? He's practically trying to crush her!"
The two fighters clashed again. Their movements blurred, kick, parry, counter, block. The sound of impact echoed through the arena like thunder.
Online viewers flooded the live chat.
"This is insane!"
"George's brutality level just went up tenfold!"
"Wait, weren't they friends?!"
Even the referee hesitated at times, unsure if he should step in as the strikes grew harsher.
