Kane wiped the blood from his mouth, standing tall as he locked eyes with Roberts. Roberts, though battered, was far from defeated. His twisted grin crept back across his face.
"Let's finish this," Roberts growled, wiping blood from his split lip. "No more games."
Kane, stepped forward, cracking his knuckles. "You're right. Your time has long expired."
Without hesitation, Roberts lunged forward, his fists flying in a flurry of rapid strikes. Kane deflected the blows, each impact echoing through the warehouse. The force behind Roberts' attacks was brutal, but Kane's precision movements made it difficult for Roberts to connect.
Roberts swung wildly, aiming for Kane's head. Kane ducked low, avoiding the punch, then delivered a powerful uppercut straight to Roberts' jaw. The hit snapped Roberts' head back, but he quickly recovered, retaliating with a sharp elbow strike to Kane's ribs.
