The fight in the cage was shifting into a higher gear, and the crowd was eating up every second of it. Up until now, most of the matches that involved either Na or Evon had ended in short, brutal finishes, knockouts so decisive that the audience barely had time to blink.
This time, it was different.
Instead of a fast, clean victory, the exchange between them dragged on and on, turning into something the spectators weren't used to seeing: a genuine back-and-forth war.
Roars and whistles bounced off the metal cage as the two traded blows. Na's earlier punch had literally lifted Evon off his feet and sent him crashing into the fence like he weighed nothing. Moments later, Evon was back on his feet, knocking Na's fists aside and firing counters that snapped Na's head back.
The people watching on the other side of the bars had no frame of reference for any of this. To them, it didn't make sense.
