"Come on up!"
George Xyler casually tossed his suit jacket aside and was the first to step onto the ring. As he rolled up his sleeves, he invited lightly.
Mason Quinn chuckled and wasn't afraid, flipping up to the ring directly.
The result.
Just as he stood firm on the ring, George Xyler came sweeping with a leg, and he instantly fell.
"Damn, pulling a sneak attack, I wasn't even ready."
Mason Quinn touched his back and stared at the person in front of him, speaking up.
George Xyler chuckled playfully, "How could you call it a sneak attack? The moment you stood on the ring, it already started."
Oh, you're good with words.
Mason Quinn rotated his wrist, lifting his chin, "Again."
As soon as the words fell.
George Xyler's fierce fist, carrying a cold wind, came directly at him. Mason Quinn twisted his body to evade, then turned his fingers into a fist and hit back without mercy.
