Liam shifted his gaze towards the arena where two fighters stood opposite each other amidst the loud clamor of the crowd.
On one side, a hulking muscle-bound brute, whose biceps seemed to rival the size of tree trunks, stood confidently. His bald head gleamed with sweat, and tattoos of raging bulls adorned his chest and arms.
He wore minimal armor, just a pair of leather pants, and his boots thudded with weight.
Opposite him stood a rotund man, not tall, but wide, with a girth that seemed like it would be challenging to move. His beady eyes glinted with mischief and defiance, and his multiple chins wobbled as he shouted. Dressed in a richly embroidered vest and billowing trousers.
The hulking man sneered, "Just give up Berto, you sack of lard! I've already had your wife, and after I beat you down, your shop is next!"
