Ethan had no idea that the spectators could interfere in the fight by holding him down.
The dimly lit underground arena reeked of sweat, adrenaline, and stale cigarettes. Faint beams of flickering light bulbs hung precariously from the ceiling, casting eerie shadows on the concrete walls. The crowd, a chaotic mix of drunken brawlers, gamblers, and thrill-seekers, roared in excitement, their voices merging into a deafening cacophony.
Ethan stood at the center, his breathing steady despite the oppressive atmosphere. His sharp gaze scanned his opponent, Brock, a hulking man with a reputation for ending fights quickly and ruthlessly. Ethan's confidence didn't falter-he had faced worse.
But he didn't anticipate the dirty tactics lurking in the shadows.
Before he could react, four men surged
