CHAPTER 169

The atmosphere in the Fisticuffs Arena was electric as the sound of clanging metal signaled the end of the intense battle between two fighters.

The crowd erupted into a chorus of cheers and applause as the defeated combatant staggered back, his body battered and bruised from the brutal exchange of blows.

Amidst the commotion, the victorious fighter stood tall in the center of the ring, his chest heaving with exertion as he basked in the glory of his triumph.

The referee raised his hand in a gesture of victory, acknowledging his skill and tenacity in the just concluded duel.

For a brief moment, the arena was filled with the sweet taste of victory, and an air that was thick with the scent of sweat and adrenaline.

But as the excitement of the moment began to fade, a sense of anticipation lingered in the air, signaling the start of the next bout.

The announcer's voice boomed over the speakers, cutting through the din of the crowd as he declared, "And now, ladies and gentlemen, for our
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