The doors of the martial arts gym were again propped shut with a 500Kg barbell plate behind them.
Jason took off his coat as he walked.
After a quick warm-up, he stood across from Aras and immediately assumed a defensive stance for barehanded combat.
A night of fighting had made him familiar with Aras's way of attacking.
Similarly, Aras had gotten used to Jason's.
Thus, neither of them made a move right away. Instead, they faced each other and carefully shifted their feet, circling around the edge of the entire concrete ring.
They were both looking for each other's weaknesses.
Two auras involuntarily began to emanate.
The aura of Aras was hot and straightforward, like the morning sun.
Jason's, on the other hand, was filled with an unstoppable force, but without any aggression, instead, it was exceedingly calm, like a predator in the darkness.
The two continued to circle.
Their momentum grew.
