The elites' section of the rooftop fell silent as Ethan and Anton squared off. The air buzzed with anticipation, the city lights casting shadows across their tense faces.
Around them, a circle of finely dressed men and women watched intently, eager to witness the clash between old power and a new contender.
Nikolai Volkov stepped forward, his voice cool and commanding. "This is a battle between Ethan Cole and Anton Petrova. I'll act as the judge. The rules are simple. The fight ends when one yields or can't continue."
"Both of you, take your positions five meters apart." Nikolai gestured for Ethan and Anton to take their positions five meters apart. As they moved into place, whispers rippled through the crowd.
"Anton will wipe the floor with him."
"Cole doesn't stand a chance. He's all money, no background."
"I give him thirty seconds, at best."
