He answered with a right cross. The face shattered like glass.
The first punch came fast. Leo dodged— how did he know how to dodge?—and landed a hook to the ribs. The silhouette staggered. Leo pressed forward, jabbing, weaving, just like he’d watched his dad do on old VHS tapes. Every hit felt real. Every block sent a shock up his arm.
The final bell rang. The crowd went silent. The voice returned: “You’ve earned your way out, Big Shot. But Ring 66 will always be here. Unblocked. Waiting.”