Chapter 648

The instant both men mirrored each other’s stance, Jackie sprang forward like a coiled spring—front foot tapping the canvas, heel slightly raised. It was the light, fluid footwork unique to the Filipino guard. Razor moved almost in sync, the two of them tracing perfect circular arcs in the center of the ring.

Their speed in that moment left many spectators’ eyes struggling to keep up. To them, it was just two black blurs flashing across the ring. Only when fists finally collided did they see the true form of the fight.

Jackie feinted with a left jab. Razor’s shoulder twitched reflexively, but his footing stayed steady—he recognized the feint instantly.