Bab 114: Shadows of the Ghost

As Darius exited the ring, he caught sight of a monitor replaying Jack's victory over McGregor. He paused, a small smile playing on his lips.

"So, the Ghost is coming for me," he muttered. "Let's see if he's ready."

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Darius stood in his locker room, drenched in sweat. The cheers from the crowd outside still echoed in the air, but his focus was elsewhere. On the screen in front of him, highlights of Jack Hayes's brutal victory over McGregor replayed in slow motion.

The way Jack moved, the precision of his strikes, and the use of his "Ghost Technique" were nothing short of remarkable. Darius nodded to himself.

"Impressive," he murmured. "But is it enough?"

A knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts. His coach, Marcus, stepped in, holding a towel and a water bottle.

"Thinking about Hayes already?" Marcus asked with a chuckle, handing him the towel.