As he entered, he saw his first opponent standing in the center of the arena, waiting for him. The man was tall, muscular, and rough-looking, with scars on his face and fists like hammers. The crowd whispered his nickname—"The Brawler." It was clear he had a reputation, one built on pure strength and raw power.
Jack kept his expression calm as he approached, but inside, he was on high alert. The Brawler looked at him and gave a wicked smile.
"So, you're the new guy, huh?" the Brawler sneered, his voice loud and mocking. "You think you're tough enough to take me down?"
Jack didn't respond, keeping his focus. He wasn't here to talk or to impress anyone. He was here for Lena. That was all that mattered.
The announcer's voice echoed through the arena. "Fighters, ready?"
Jack took a deep breath, tightening his fists. He remembered all his training, the long hours, the bruises, and the sweat. He was prepared.
"Fight!"
