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Blood Isn't Enough, Going through this phase of his life in pain, suffering, bruises….Kaizen doesn't even care anymore, he just wants to make enough money to save his mother. The underground arena had never been this quiet. Kaizen flexed his bruised fingers beneath the tape wrapped around his knuckles. Every muscle in his body protested as he stepped into the preparation room. His ribs still burned from the previous night's fight. He had barely slept before another message summoned him back. Something wasn't right, Usually, fighters volunteered. Tonight... No one asked, his name was simply written on the board. Opponent Assigned. Fight Three. He frowned. Across the room, another fighter looked at him with sympathy. "You again?" Kaizen forced a grin. "Guess I'm popular." The o
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