CHAPTER 170

As the bell's metallic chorus faded, an expectant silence enveloped the arena, broken only by the fighters' measured breaths.

Vygan, with an almost predatory grace, turned his gaze towards Romeo. His eyes gleamed with a mixture of amusement and disdain.

This was due to the fact that he was confident and sure of victory against Romeo.

He looked at Romeo not as an opponent but as prey, a mere stepping stone on his path to claiming the Fisticuffs title that he lost last year.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Vygan began to circle Romeo, his movements were fluid and mocking—it was a dance of dominance meant to intimidate.

Vygan feigned a series of strikes, each one a test and a taunt, expecting Romeo to flinch or cower, to betray his fear.

But Romeo stood resolute, his eyes locked on Vygan's with an unwavering focus that spoke of an inner fire unquenched by the shadow of Vygan's reputation.

There was no trace of fear in Romeo's stance, he was unfazed and he didn't flinch, no hint of d
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