The competition was now in full swing.
I didn't have much time to dwell on the peculiar timer next to Number 81's fight as the next rounds came swiftly.
My first opponent in the top 128 was a tall, lanky guy with a buzz cut. His reach was impressive, but he lacked the strength behind his punches. As soon as the bell rang, he lunged at me with a series of wild swings.
I dodged them easily, sidestepped, and landed a swift, powerful jab to his midsection, followed by an uppercut that sent him sprawling to the ground.
The fight was over in less than five seconds.
In the top 64, I faced a stocky, muscular man covered in tattoos. He had a fierce look in his eyes. Despite his intimidating appearance, his movements were slow and predictable. We circled each other for a moment before he threw a heavy right hook.
I dove under it and countered with a flurry of quick punches to his ribs and jaw. I didn't even use much of my energy.
