The first two fighters dropped into the pit, and judging by their faces, they didn't look like the best around.
It was as if they'd been forced here in search of food—or maybe they'd simply grown tired of their miserable lives and decided to come die.
Either way, they would at least provide some satisfaction to the others here, who were definitely faring far better.
"It's starting." Barn commented.
No announcer. No ceremony. Just two men landing on blood-stained cement and turning to face each other.
Alright. Let's see what passes for a fight around here.
They closed the distance, and the lean one threw first.
It missed clean.
The wind from it made a howl.
It was obvious these men were far stronger than normal humans, even if their technique was lacking.
The second punch connected on the bald man's forearm — a block, technically — and I watched both his feet lift off the ground.
The crowd erupted into cheers.
"KILL HIM! KILL HIM! KILL HIM!"
