章節 112: The Ghost Rises

Marcus chuckled. "You think he'll survive McGregor?"

Damien stopped, his gaze cold. "If he doesn't, he's not worth my time."

End of Round 5 

As the fifth round came to a close, Jack and McGregor stood toe-to-toe, exchanging brutal punches.

The bell rang, and both fighters retreated to their corners, their bodies battered but their determination unshaken.

Victor leaned in, his voice low. "This is it, Jack. You've got him on the ropes. Finish him in the next round."

Across the ring, McGregor's team worked frantically to patch him up.

"You've got one round left, Conor. Make it count," his trainer said.

McGregor smirked, spitting blood into a bucket. "Oh, I will."

As the fighters prepared for the sixth round, the tension in the arena was palpable.

And in the shadows, Chloe, Darius, and Damien each watched, their own battles looming on the horizon.

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The Bell Rings for Round 6