When the bell rang, signaling the third and final round, all eyes shifted to Desayen.
He stood from the stool slowly, shoulders slumped slightly, breathing through his mouth. His chest heaved with effort, the kind that told everyone he was gassed. Not just tired, spent. Like he had gone through two wars in the first ten minutes.
Across from him, Damon Cross stood up as if the fight had just begun.
Bouncing lightly on his feet, loose shoulders, clear eyes.
It was like he hadn't fought yet. The contrast was stark. It made people wonder, how the hell is this man still fresh?
It wasn't just training. It wasn't just genetics. It was focus. Preparation. Systemic intelligence. And it was terrifying.
Jon Goodman spoke up on commentary. "Look at Damon. That's round three and he looks like he could do three more."
Rich Alvarez nodded. "That's recovery, but also mentality. When you know how to conserve, when to push, when to breathe, that's elite level."
