The second semifinal fight officially started when the bell rang, piercing the tense atmosphere.
The winner would go on to face Brian Walker in the finals.
He got into his usual Muay Thai stance and bounced on the balls of his feet, his chest going up and down with controlled breathes.
His eyes locked onto Kofi, reading every slight movement.
Kofi's physique exuded energy, akin to a coiled spring, as he moved with the promise to burst at any given time.
They circled each other, taking calculated steps, each man trying to measure distance, feel out their opponent's rhythm.
Kofi huffed, his patience already wearing thin.
He wasn't the type to wait.
His strategy had always been clear, come in hard and fast, overwhelm his opponent with sheer power.
The idea of a slow start clearly didn't sit well with him.
He felt Damon was already in control.
So, without warning, Kofi charged in.
