Chapter 51: Chapter 51: The First Fight
Cole's mind raced as he prepared for his first fight. The shadowy figures in the back of the arena hadn't moved, but their presence was impossible to ignore. He knew they were watching him, waiting for something—maybe waiting for him to fail.
But Cole pushed the thought aside. He couldn't let them get into his head, not now. He had trained too hard, fought too long, to let them distract him from what really mattered: winning this tournament and taking one step closer to the Crucible.
As his name was called, Cole stepped into the ring, the adrenaline surging through his veins. His opponent was already there, a tall, wiry fighter with quick reflexes and a cocky smirk on his face. But Cole wasn't intimidated. He had faced tougher opponents in juvie, in the underground fights. This was just another obstacle to overcome.
The bell rang, and the fight began.
Cole moved quickly, his body reacting on instinct as he dodged his opponent's punches and countered with sharp, precise jabs. The crowd roared as the two fighters danced around each other, exchanging blows with brutal intensity.
His opponent was fast, but Cole was faster. He stayed light on his feet, dodging punches and landing his own with devastating accuracy. Each hit brought him closer to victory, and by the third round, it was clear who was in control.
With a powerful right hook, Cole sent his opponent crashing to the mat. The referee stepped in, calling the fight in Cole's favor as the crowd erupted in cheers.
Cole stood in the center of the ring, his chest heaving with exertion, his fists still clenched. He had won. But as the cheers of the crowd washed over him, his eyes flicked back to the shadowy figures at the back of the arena.
They were still watching.
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