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Chapter 258 Closed The Book III
Damon used his advantage to make sure Emarn had no way to get away.
He used the cage as a weapon to inflict pain, and made sure Emarn stayed in one place.
Each movement was precise, each strike planned to cause maximum damage. Experience tales at empire
Damon was dismantling Emarn.
He hit Emarn in the thighs and midsection with sharp knees that made a painful sound.
With each hit, Emarn's body jerked, and his stance got weaker as his legs gave way from the force.
Damon's elbows followed in fast succession, slicing through his opponent with lethal accuracy.
Each blow connected with Emarn's guard, forcing him to cover up tighter, his vision obscured.
He couldn't see where the next strike was coming from, and that was exactly what Damon wanted.
But Damon knew better than to linger in the clinch for too long.
The referee was watching closely, ready to separate them if the action stalled.
That wasn't an option Damon was willing to give.
He adjusted his angle, landing a brutal knee to Emarn's ribs that caused him to wince audibly.
Damon responded with a quick elbow that brushed off Emarn's temple after Emarn attempted to counter with a brief punch but was able to evade it by leaning back just enough.
The crowd erupted, sensing the one-sided nature of the exchange.
Damon was methodical, controlling the pace, the space, and the rhythm.
Emarn's options were dwindling with every second, his body absorbing a relentless storm of punishment.
Damon drove another knee into Emarn, first striking his liver, then his thigh.
The movement was fluid, almost rhythmic, like a sequence out of Kru Wichan's relentless demonstrations.
Perched on the edge, he beat his chest with one hand, the other gripping the top of the cage.
He roared into the crowd, his energy infectious as the cheers grew louder.
His eyes darted to his corner. Victor and the others stood quietly.
Damon had requested they remain silent during the fight, he wanted to prove to himself that he could handle this on his own.
Now, seeing them talking and shaking their heads with amused smiles, he felt a swell of satisfaction.
He hopped down from the cage, his adrenaline still coursing through him, and turned to look at Emarn.
His opponent had slumped onto the stool brought in by his corner, his face weary but not defeated in spirit. Damon respected that.
As the medics checked Emarn over, Damon lingered for a moment, watching.
Damon turned to see his team entering the cage, their expressions a mix of pride and relief. Victor was the first to approach him, pulling him into a strong hug.
"You're growing pretty well, kid," Victor said with a grin, patting Damon on the back.
Damon chuckled, returning the hug. "Haha, thanks for going along with my request," he replied, a hint of gratitude in his tone.
Victor pulled back, holding Damon's shoulders for a moment as he looked him in the eye. "Don't you remember where you started? You used to fight with no one in your corner. I know you, Damon, you're smart. You've got this."
Damon smiled warmly, the words settling in his chest. "Thanks, Vic. That means a lot."
He shifted his gaze to the assistant coaches standing nearby, each giving him nods of approval.
Edward, however, was noticeably absent. Damon's eyes flickered for a moment, and he couldn't help but think about why.
Edward was deep in preparation for a fight in the Ronan Black Contender Series, an opportunity too important to miss.
Damon understood. Edward was at a critical stage in his training, and this was a moment where he needed to focus entirely on himself.
Damon exhaled softly, shaking off the thought. "Edward's got bigger things to focus on," he muttered to himself, then smiled at his team. "Let's get out of here. I need to eat."
Victor laughed, clapping him on the back again. "You earned it, kid. Let's celebrate."