Marcus looked confused.
“How?”
Henry didn't answer.
Instead, he moved closer.
For the first time, Marcus felt pressure.
Not physical pressure.
Mental pressure.
Because he realized something terrifying.
Henry wasn't lucky.
He wasn't guessing.
He was reading him.
Marcus threw another punch.
Henry stepped aside.
Then lightly touched Marcus's shoulder.
Nothing powerful.
Nothing aggressive.
But the message was clear.
If Henry wanted to strike…
He could.
The crowd went silent.
Marcus stepped back.
“Who are you?”
Henry looked at him.
“You never asked.”
The timer stopped.
Thirty seconds remained.
But Marcus lowered his hands.
For the first time in years…
He didn't want to continue.
“Stop.”
Everyone looked surprised.
Marcus looked at the referee.
“I’m done.”
The room exploded with whispers.
The champion had quit.