The Lyon and The Traitor

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“Just one more fight for the night, man. You did good.” Jay said, and Zac grunted noncommittally. “After this, you’ll have three days to recover before the final match to advance to level seven.” Zac was a bit disoriented because his last opponent had landed a hard upper cut. Though Zac still won, he was in pain, and now he realised that he was fortunate to have taken Jay’s advice. He managed to advance to level six last week, and was close to advancing to level seven this week. But if he had followed his initial plan to climb three levels up in one week, he may actually have died. “You’re working hard, boy. I heard through the grapevines that you plan to challenge me soon. That’s why you’re working your ass off to climb up so fast. I see what you’re doing, even if you think I’m dumb. C

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