In the blink of an eye, Zac was in the ring facing his opponent.
He exchanged brief greetings with Stonehand Louis before the referee began. "This is a no-holds-barred match. You may use any kind of strike, including blows to the back of the head, the genitals, and the eyes. Do you understand?"
"Yes," Zac responded.
"I am aware," affirmed Louis.
"Very well, there is no time limit to this fight. It will only end when one of you submits or can no longer continue."
"Now, return to your corners. We are about to begin." The referee gestured to the octagonal ring's corners, each designated for the fighters' supporters.
Zac stood alone; the only person in his corner was the one who had invited him to the tournament.
As the fighters took their positions, the entire audience quieted down, their signs of excitement lowered. Everyone was eager to see what the newcomer, dubbed 'Small Boy,' could do.
