"So who's going to fight for the first round?" I asked my team,
"It is Janly, he said he's participating for the first round,he's going to fight Ziek" one of my team said,
It is an early morning on Saturday, we waited for the others to come. All of them finally arrived.
"You ready mate?" I asked Janly,
We all encourage Janly mostly that the First Prize is a big money. The other squads said Ziek is also ready.
A senior high went to the middle,
"Good morning my fellow gentlemans,It is an early day to begin with!,welcome to the ultimate showdown between two fighters!"
The crowd erupted in cheers as Janly and Ziek went to the middle face to face.
The senior high continued, his voice booming throughout the arena.
"In the right, we have Janly, the fighter from the Shadow Strike Unit squad! With lightning-fast reflexes and unrivaled precision, he is a force to be reckoned with!"
The audience roared with excitement as Janly raised her fist in acknowledgment, a glint of determination in her eyes.
The senior high is just making up things, he didn't even know Janly,
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"And on the left, we have Ziek, the fearless powerhouse from The Elite squad! With raw strength and unwavering courage, he is a formidable opponent who never backs down from a challenge!"
Ziek flexed his muscles, a grin spreading across his face as he stared down his opponent with a steely gaze.
The senior high might just try being creative with his announcement, I saw the leader of the senior high sitting away from the arena.
"Get ready for a battle unlike anything you've ever seen before, as these two fighters face off in a clash of skill, strategy, and sheer willpower. Let the showdown begin!"
The referee's final words echoed through the field as the crowd erupted into a frenzy of cheers and applause, eagerly awaiting the epic battle that was about to unfold.
"3......2.........1.........FIGHT"
Signaling the start of the match, Janly and Ziek locked eyes, their expressions steely and focused. They both knew what was at stake - not just the grand prize of $500,000, but also the respect and admiration of their friends and fellow fighters who had gathered to watch the showdown.
The crowd roared as the two fighters circled each other, testing each other's defenses with quick jabs and feints, and both fighters were determined to come out on top.
As the fight progressed, it became clear that Janly was gaining the upper hand. His quick reflexes and precise strikes were keeping Ziek on the defensive, forcing him to retreat and regroup. But Ziek was not one to back down easily, and he fought back with all his might, unleashing a barrage of punches and kicks that sent Janly reeling.
The tide of the battle shifted back and forth, with each fighter landing powerful blows and dodging deadly strikes. The crowd was on the edge, cheering and shouting encouragement to their favorite fighter. It was a thrilling spectacle, with both Janly and Ziek giving it their all in a match that would go down in Battalion Ground history.
As the fight went by, both fighters were bloody and battered, their bodies covered in sweat and bruises. But neither Janly nor Ziek showed any signs of slowing down, their determination to win driving them to push themselves beyond their limits. They traded blow after blow, neither giving an inch as they fought for victory.
Despite the ferocity of the fight, there was a sense of respect between the two fighters. Janly and Zike had known each other for years, and they both knew that the other was a worthy opponent. As they traded blows, there was a silent acknowledgment of each other's skill and determination.
As the fight wore on, it became clear that Zike was starting to tire. His movements were slowing, his punches losing their power. But he refused to give up, his eyes locked on Janly with a fierce determination. He knew that the grand prize was within reach, and he wasn't about to let it slip through his fingers.
Janly, on the other hand, seemed to only be getting stronger as the fight went on. His movements were fluid and precise, his strikes landing with deadly accuracy.
He could see the weariness in Zike's eyes, and he knew that victory was within his grasp. But he also knew that he couldn't afford to let his guard down – Zike was a fighter to be reckoned with, and he was capable of turning the tide of the battle in an instant.
Zike is getting tired and tired, looks like he is about
to unleash his animal.
*GGGGRRRRRRRRR*
There it is,