THE BLACK BELT LAUGHED AT THE OLD JANITOR — THEN HE ROLLED UP HIS SLEEVES AND ENDED THE FIGHT

He mocked the janitor's age, then discovered who trained the champions

Chapter 5

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Again.

And again.

Ten seconds passed.

Twenty.

Thirty.

Marcus stopped smiling.

Because something impossible was happening.

The old janitor wasn't struggling.

He wasn't surviving.

He was controlling the pace.

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CHAPTER 4 — THE MOVE NOBODY EXPECTED

Marcus became frustrated.

He increased his speed.

Daniel watched carefully.

Then Marcus attacked.

Daniel moved.

A simple movement.

A controlled counter.

Marcus suddenly found himself on the floor.

The room exploded with silence.

Nobody laughed anymore.

Marcus immediately stood.

His face changed.

"Again."

Daniel looked at him.

"Are you sure?"

That question made Marcus even more frustrated.

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