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Chapter 330 Guardian
The fight went well, Edward Whittaker secured his first official victory in the UFA.
It was a debut to remember, filled with moments of tension and skill, and it left a mark on everyone watching.
During the post-fight interview, Edward exuded confidence.
His excitement and hunger for more were evident as he addressed the cameras.
"This is just the start," Edward said with a grin, sweat still glistening on his face. "I'm here to take over. Welterweight division, better watch out, because I'm coming."
It was the kind of promise fans loved to hear, and Edward delivered it with conviction.
But the night was far from over.
The first match had set the tone, but there were still more battles to come, including Damon's own fight later that evening.
For now, though, the spotlight belonged to Edward.
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But just as mentioned, even with the rest of the show performing well and delivering solid fights, all eyes were on the main event.
This was the one everyone was waiting for.
There was a lot of excitement among fans, whether they wanted to see Damon Cross fail badly and get submitted by a skilled grappler or they were interested in seeing how he would rise to the occasion.
The buildup to this fight had been intense, fueled by debates online, predictions from experts, and even casual fans throwing in their two cents.
Damon's name was everywhere, his decision to step in on short notice under scrutiny, but also admiration.
This wasn't just any fight; it was the kind that could either cement his reputation as a true contender or expose him as just another overhyped prospect.
Fans tuned in from all over the world, glued to their screens, streaming the event on every device imaginable.
Edward smirked but nodded, clearly taking the advice to heart.
With that, the team began gathering their things, the tension easing slightly as they prepared to make their way to the arena.
From Victor's expression, it was clear this wasn't the first time he'd tried to convince Damon to avoid going to the ground in a fight, and just as clear that Damon never listened.
It was a familiar routine, one Victor had been through before, not just with Damon but with others.
Victor was a man seasoned by experience, especially when it came to working with the younger generation.
He understood stubbornness, having seen it in many of the fighters he'd trained, and even more so in the people closest to him.
Svetlana, for instance.
When they adopted her, she had been stubborn in her own way, reserved and guarded despite the kindness offered to her.
Losing her family to war had left scars, and accepting that she now had a new family had been a difficult process.
Victor saw shades of that same determination in Damon, whether it was truly the same or not, he couldn't be sure.
But it was enough to make him cautious, enough to make him want to tread carefully.
Unlike Lana, who had come into their lives as a child, Damon was a grown man in his early twenties.
His life experiences had hardened him in ways Victor understood all too well.
With a father who had been, by all accounts, a piece of garbage, Damon had grown up without the kind of steady guidance a young man needed.
Victor tried to fill that role as best he could, to be a father figure where Damon's own father had failed.
But he also knew better than to overstep. Damon wasn't a child, and Victor couldn't treat him like one.
Sometimes, it was a delicate balance, offering guidance without pushing too hard, supporting without smothering. Stay updated with empire
Victor's sigh as they left the room said more than words ever could.
He cared deeply for Damon, and while he didn't always agree with his decisions, he respected him enough to let him make his own mistakes.
Even if it wasn't easy to watch.