"You can try," Noa answered. "But don't be rough with me. I might actually die."
Punchy's reaction did nothing to ease Noa's unease—on the contrary, it fed his dread, sending a chill down his spine.
"But I don't want to. Get your ass over there and pray not to get hit," the man added.
Following him to the arena, Noa sighed and stretched his muscles.
No more words were exchanged between them, the thrill of the battle taking hold of their quickened breaths.
The training ground wasn't small, with only a faint smell of dust lingering.
It didn't have gym equipment.
Instead, it was an empty arena with durable walls and a soundproofing system installed.
An eerie silence was interrupted when Punchy vanished.
The floor creaked beneath him.
Just then, Noa heard a whistling sound, announcing the bald man's arrival behind him.
So he moved his neck out of the way.
The air was cut, as the punch brushed past his shoulder.
Noa tried to counterattack.
