Damien smirked. "Not just yet. Let him climb higher. When I return, I'll make sure he remembers why he's called the Ghost."
Back to the Fight – Preparing for Round 4
As Jack sat in his corner, Victor leaned in close, his voice low but firm.
"Listen to me, Jack. This next round is critical. He's starting to slow down, but so are you. Use your technique. Make him miss and make him pay."
Jack nodded, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath.
Across the ring, McGregor stood, his team frantically working to ice his bruises and stop the bleeding from his lip.
"You've got him, Conor," one of his trainers said. "Keep the pressure on."
McGregor grinned, wiping the blood from his mouth. "He's tough, but he's not me."
The bell rang, signaling the start of Round 4.
Jack and McGregor stepped to the center of the ring, their eyes locked in a battle of wills.
